Tuesday 95 Sloane Street Dearest Mother. I met Harold Dixon at Northallerton and travelled with him. He had received a telegram from a man he did not know saying that Clive's kit was at the Cavalry Club and that he would be glad to see Harold and tell him about "poor Clive". I fear that can have no meaning but one and Harold was very unhappy. Poor poor Lilian.
I did not dare to wait for you lest you might not be able to come and I find myself in difficulties but I felt sure that you would appear the moment I had left - which was exactly what did happen, confound it.

I met one of Maurice's officers at Northallerton, returning from the Stockton wireless. He said (in private) that the Admiralty were very nervous about a raid on Elswick and he did not think they would be sent abroad as long as there was that danger. Elsa is coming to see me at 10 and I will leave this open and tell you what she says about the mittens. I leave Marie here for the moment, she has one or two things to do for me - I may send for her. Your affectionate daughter Gertrude

Clive was shot through the body on the 5th leading a counter attack and died that night. He was commanding the regiment. Isn't it dreadful.

Elsa will give the 500 mittens so that's all right. Still I suggest that mittens might be put on the list of Red X work for you know they don't last for ever and when a battalion goes out they will ultimately want more, don't you think so?

[Note on back of envelope] Isn't it a joke about the Emden[?]!