CHAPTER V
WANGENHEIM SMUGGLES THE "GOEBEN" AND THE "BRESLAU" THROUGH THE DARDANELLES
On August 10th, I went out on a little launch to meet the Sicilia, a small Italian ship which had just arrived from Venice. I was
especially interested in this vessel because she was bringing to Constantinople my son-in-law and daughter, Mr. and Mrs.
Maurice Wertheim, and their three little daughters. The greeting proved even more interesting than I had expected. I found
the passengers considerably excited, for they had witnessed, the day before, a naval engagement in the Ionian Sea.
"We were lunching yesterday on deck," my daughter told me, "when I saw two strange-looking vessels just above the
horizon. I ran for the glasses and made out two large battleships, the first one with two queer, exotic-looking towers and the
other one quite an ordinary-looking battleship. We watched and saw another ship coming up behind them and going very
fast. She came nearer and nearer and then we heard guns booming. Pillars of water sprang up in the air and there were many
little puffs of white smoke. It took me some time to realize what it was all about, and then it burst upon me that we were
actually witnessing an engagement. The ships continually shifted their position but went on and on. The two big ones turned
and rushed furiously for the little one, and then apparently they changed their minds and turned back. Then the little one
turned around and calmly steamed in our direction. At first I was somewhat alarmed at this, but nothing happened. She
circled around us with her tars excited and grinning and somewhat grimy. They signalled to our captain many questions, and
then turned and finally disappeared. The captain told us that the two big ships were Germans which had been caught in the
Mediterranean and which were trying to escape from the British fleet. He said that the British ships are chasing them all over
the Mediterranean, and that the German ships are trying to get into Constantinople. Have you seen anything of them? Where
do you suppose the British fleet is? "
A few hours afterward I happened to meet Wangenheim. When I told him what Mrs. Wertheim had seen, he displayed an
agitated interest. Immediately after lunch he called at the American Embassy with Pallavicini, the Austrian Ambassador, and
asked for an interview with my daughter. The two ambassadors solemnly planted themselves in chairs before Mrs. Wertheim
and subjected her to a most minute, though very polite, cross examination. "I never felt so important in my life," she afterward
told me. They would not permit her to leave out a single detail; they wished to know how many shots had been fired, what
direction the German ships had taken, what everybody on board had said, and so on. The visit seemed to give these allied
ambassadors immense relief and satisfaction, for they left the house in an almost jubilant mood, behaving as though a great
weight had been taken off their minds. And certainly they had good reason for their elation. My daughter had been the means
of giving them the news which they had desired to hear above everything else-that the Goeben and the Breslau had escaped
the British fleet and were then steaming rapidly in the direction of the Dardanelles.
For it was those famous German ships, the Goeben and the Breslau, which my daughter had seen engaged in battle with a
British scout ship!
The next day official business called me to the German Embassy. But Wangenheim's animated manner soon disclosed that he
had no interest in routine matters. Never had I seen him so nervous and so excited. He could not rest in his chair more than a
few minutes at a time; he was constantly jumping up, rushing to the window and looking anxiously out toward the Bosphorus,
where his private wireless station, the Corcovado, lay about three quarters of a mile away. Wangenheim's face was flushed
and his eyes were shining; he would stride up and down the room, speaking now of a recent German victory, now giving me
a little forecast of Germany's plans---and then he would stalk to the window again for another look at the Corcovado.
"Something is seriously distracting you," I said, rising. "I will go and come again some other time."
"No. not" the Ambassador almost shouted. "I want you to stay right where you are. This will be a great day for Germany! If
you will only remain for a few minutes you will hear a great piece of news---something that has the utmost bearing upon
Turkey's relation to the war."
Then he rushed out on the portico and leaned over the balustrade. At the same moment I saw a little launch put out from the
Corcovado toward the Ambassador's dock. Wangenheim hurried down, seized an envelope from one of the sailors, and a
moment afterward burst into the room again.
"We've got them!" he shouted to me.
"Got what?" I asked.
"The Goeben and the Breslau have passed through the Dardanelles!"
He was waving the wireless message with all the enthusiasm of a college boy whose football team has won a victory.
Then, momentarily checking his enthusiasm, he came up to me solemnly, humorously shook his forefinger, lifted his eyebrows,
and said, "Of course, you understand that we have sold those ships to Turkey!
"And Admiral Souchon," he added with another wink, "will enter the Sultan's service!"
Wangenheim had more than patriotic reasons for this exultation; the arrival of these ships was the greatest day in his
diplomatic career. It was really the first diplomatic victory which Germany had won. For years the chancellorship of the
empire had been Wangenheim's laudable ambition, and he behaved now like a man who saw his prize within his grasp. The
voyage of the Goeben and the Breslau was his personal triumph; he had arranged with the Turkish Cabinet for their passage
through the Dardanelles, and he had directed their movements by wireless in the Mediterranean. By safely getting the Goeben
and the Breslau into Constantinople, Wangenheim had definitely clinched Turkey as Germany's ally. All his intrigues and
plottings for three years had now finally succeeded.
I doubt if any two ships have exercised a greater influence upon history than these two German cruisers. Few of us at that
time realized their great importance, but subsequent developments have fully justified Wangenheim's exuberant satisfaction.
The Goeben was a powerful battle cruiser of recent construction; the Breslau was not so large a ship, but she, like the
Goeben, had the excessive speed that made her extremely serviceable in those waters. These ships had spent the few months
preceding the war cruising in the Mediterranean, and when the declaration finally came they were taking on supplies at
Messina. I have always regarded it as more than a coincidence that these two vessels, both of them having a greater speed
than any French or English ships in the Mediterranean, should have been lying not far from Turkey when war broke out. The
selection of the Goeben was particularly fortunate, as she had twice before visited Constantinople and her officers and men
knew the Dardanelles perfectly. The behaviour of these crews, when the news of war was received, indicated the spirit with
which the German navy began hostilities; the men broke into singing and shouting, lifted their Admiral upon their shoulders,
and held a real German jollification. It is said that Admiral Souchon preserved, as a touching souvenir of this occasion, his
white uniform bearing the finger prints of his grimy sailors!
For all their joy at the prospect of battle, the situation of these ships was still a precarious one. They formed no match for the
large British and French naval forces which were roaming through the Mediterranean. The Goeben and the Breslau were far
from their native bases; with the coaling problem such an acute one, and with England in possession of all important stations,
where could they flee for safety? Several Italian destroyers were circling around the German ships at Messina, enforcing
neutrality and occasionally reminding them that they could remain in port only twenty-four hours. England had ships stationed
at the Gulf of Otranto, the head of the Adriatic, to cut them off in case they sought to escape into the Austrian port of Pola.
The British navy also stood guard at Gibraltar and Suez, the only other exits that apparently offered the possibility of escape.
There was only one other place in which the Goeben and the Breslau might find a safe and friendly reception. That was
Constantinople. Apparently the British navy dismissed this as an impossibility. At that time, early in August, international law
had not entirely disappeared as the guiding conduct of nations. Turkey was then a neutral country, and, despite the many
evidences of German domination, she seemed likely to maintain her neutrality. The Treaty of Paris, which was signed in 1856,
as well as the Treaty of London, signed in 1871, provided that war ships should not use the Dardanelles except by the special
permission of the Sultan, which could be granted only in times of peace. In practice the government had seldom given this
permission except for ceremonial occasions. Under the existing conditions it would have amounted virtually to an unfriendly
act for the Sultan to have removed the ban against war vessels in the Dardanelles, and to permit the Goeben and the Breslau
to remain in Turkish waters for more than twenty-four hours would have been nothing less than a declaration of war. It is
perhaps not surprising that the British, in the early days of August, 1914, when Germany had not completely made clear her
official opinion that "international law had ceased to exist," regarded these treaty stipulations as barring the German ships from
the Dardanelles and Constantinople. Relying upon the sanctity of these international regulations, the British navy had shut off
every point through which these German ships could have escaped to safety---except the entrance to the Dardanelles. Had
England, immediately on the declaration of war, rushed a powerful squadron to this vital spot, how different the history of the
last three years might have been!
"His Majesty expects the Goeben and the Breslau to succeed in breaking through!" Such was the, wireless that reached
these vessels at Messina at five o'clock on the evening of August 4th. The twenty-four hours' stay permitted by the Italian
Government had nearly expired. Outside, in the Strait of Otranto, lay the force of British battle cruisers, sending false radio
messages to the Germans, instructing them to rush for Pola. With bands playing and flags flying, the officers and crews having
had their spirits fired by oratory and drink, the two vessels started at full speed toward the awaiting British fleet. The little
Gloucester, a scout boat, kept in touch, wiring constantly the German movements to the main squadron. Suddenly, when off
Cape Spartivento, the Goeben and the Breslau let off into the atmosphere all the discordant vibrations which their wireless
could command, jamming the air with such a hullabaloo that the Gloucester was unable to send any intelligible messages.
Then the German cruisers turned southward and made for the Aegean Sea. The plucky little Gloucester kept close on their
heels, and, as my daughter had related, once had even audaciously offered battle. A few hours behind the British squadron
pursued, but uselessly, for the German ships, though far less powerful in battle, were much speedier. Even then the British
admiral probably thought that he had spoiled the German plans. The German ships might get first to the Dardanelles, but at
that point stood international law across the path, barring the entrance.
Meanwhile Wangenheim had accomplished his great diplomatic success. From the Corcovado wireless station in the
Bosphorus he was sending the most agreeable news to Admiral Souchon. He was telling him to hoist the Turkish flag when he
reached the Strait, for Admiral Souchon's cruisers had suddenly become parts of the Turkish navy, and, therefore, the usual
international prohibitions did not apply. These cruisers were no longer the Goeben and the Breslau, for, like an oriental
magician, Wangenheim had suddenly changed them into the Sultan Selim and the Medilli. The fact was that the German
Ambassador had cleverly taken advantage of the existing situation to manufacture a "sale." As I have already told, Turkey
had two dreadnaughts under construction in England when the war broke out. These ships were not exclusively governmental
enterprises; their purchase represented what, on the surface, appeared to be a popular enthusiasm of the Turkish people.
They were to be the agencies through which Turkey was to attack Greece and win back the islands of the Aegean, and the
Turkish people had raised the money to build them by a so-called popular subscription. Agents had gone from house to
house, painfully collecting- these small sums of money; there had been entertainments and fairs, and, in their eagerness for the
cause, Turkish women had sold their hair for the benefit of the common fund. These two vessels thus represented a
spectacular outburst of patriotism that was unusual in Turkey, so unusual, indeed, that many detected signs that the
Government had stimulated it. At the very moment when the war began, Turkey had made her last payment to the English
shipyards and the Turkish crews had arrived in England prepared to take the finished vessels home. Then, a few days before
the time set to deliver them, the British Government stepped in and commandeered these dreadnaughts for the British navy.
There is not the slightest question that England had not only a legal but a moral right to do this; there is also no question that
her action was a proper one, and that, had she been dealing with almost any other nation, such a proceeding would not have
aroused any resentment. But the Turkish people cared nothing for distinctions of this sort; all they saw was that they had two
ships in England, which they had greatly strained their resources to purchase, and that England had now stepped in and taken
them. Even without external pressure they would have resented the act, but external pressure was exerted in plenty. The
transaction gave Wangenheim the greatest opportunity of his life. Violent attacks upon England, all emanating from the
German Embassy, began to fill the Turkish press. Wangenheim was constantly discoursing to the Turkish leaders on English
perfidy and he now suggested that Germany, Turkey's good friend, was prepared to make compensation for England's
"unlawful" seizure. He suggested that Turkey go through the form of "purchasing" the Goeben and the Breslau, which were
then wandering around the Mediterranean, perhaps in anticipation of this very contingency, and incorporate them in the
Turkish navy in place of the appropriated ships in England. The very day that these vessels passed through the Dardanelles,
the Ikdam, a Turkish newspaper published in Constantinople, had a triumphant account of this "sale," with big headlines
calling it a great success for the Imperial Government."
Thus Wangenheim's manoeuvre accomplished two purposes: it placed Germany before the populace as
Turkey's friend, and it also provided a subterfuge for getting the ships through the Dardanelles, and enabling
them to remain in Turkish waters. All this beguiled the more ignorant of the Turkish people, and gave the
Cabinet a plausible ground for meeting the objection of Entente diplomats, but it did not deceive any intelligent
person. The Goeben and Breslau might change their names, and the German sailors might adorn themselves
with Turkish fezzes, but we all knew from the beginning that this sale was a sham. Those who understood the
financial condition of Turkey could only be amused at the idea that she could purchase these modern vessels.
Moreover, the ships were never incorporated in the Turkish navy; on the contrary, what really happened was
that the Turkish navy was annexed to these German ships. A handful of Turkish sailors were placed on board
at one time for appearance sake, but their German officers and German crews still retained active charge. Wangenheim, in his
talks with me, never made any secret of the fact that the ships still remained German property. "I never expected to have such
big checks to sign," he remarked one day, referring to his expenditures on the Goeben and the Breslau. He always called
them "our" ships. Even Talaat told me in so many words that the cruisers did not belong to Turkey.
"The Germans say they belong to the Turks," he remarked, with his characteristic laugh. "At any rate, it's very comforting for
us to have them here. After the war, if the Germans win, they will forget all about it and leave the ships to us. If the Germans
lose, they won't be able to take them away from us!"
The German Government made no real pretension that the sale had been bona fide; at least when the Greek Minister at
Berlin protested against the transaction as unfriendly to Greece,---na?vely forgetting the American ships which Greece bad
recently purchased---the German officials soothed him by admitting, sotto voce, that the ownership still remained with
Germany. Yet when the Entente ambassadors constantly protested against the presence of the German vessels, the Turkish
officials blandly kept up the pretence that they were integral parts of the Tur