WHITEHALL AND CRETE SIR,—There is at the top of Whitehall,
outside Drummond's Bank, a sandbag defence-post steadily falling into disrepair, sometimes stuffed with waste-paper. It has never been used for months. It occupies all the footwalk, except two feet, and dangerously obstructs pedestrians. I have passed it almost daily for a long while, and have watched Staff officers also go past continually to and from their clubs. It seems to be no one's business to take any action. Eyes have they, but they see not. Minds have they, but they reflect not. Either it should be put and kept in workmanlike order or it should be cleared away. It is a portent As I look at it my mind somehow reverts to