Constantinople Is Quiet.

New York Times 100 years ago today, June 12, 1913:
Council of Ministers Summoned While Troops Patrol the Streets.
By Marconi Transatlantic Wireless Telegraph to The New York Times.
    CONSTANTINOPLE, June 11.— The greatest excitement naturally prevails in the open-air cafes as the result of the killing to-day of Schefket Pasha and his aid de camp, but otherwise the city is quite tranquil. Were it not for the presence of a number of military patrols and the occasional passing of mounted troops, one would hardly know that anything untoward had happened in the capital. The entrance to the War Office is closely guarded, and all soldiers and civilians except those who have special business are kept at a distance. The Council of Ministers has been summoned. Talaat Bey is also in attendance.
    Many Turkish officers whom I met during the last phase of the war at Tchatalja — all, by the way, adherents of the Military League — had no doubt regarding what would be the end of the Grand Vizier. "His life is forfeited," they said to me. "He will die suddenly one of these days, as soon as possible after peace is signed."
    At Tchatalja it would not have been difficult to find 100 officers, any one of whom would cheerfully have attempted the life of the detested Grand Vizier. There was a certain corps commander I met at Tchatalja who never spoke to me of the lamented Nazim without tears coming to his eyes. The light of fury would come to them at the mention of Schefket. When saying good-bye on leaving the army at the signing of the armistice I went to bid farewell to this officer. He shook me warmly by the hand and said, with every token of genuine affection: "May God guard you and take you safely back to your country! Turkey has been beaten, and peace is here. When the war is over there will be a lot of accounts to settle down there," pointing toward Constantinople.
    Schefket was never lacking in pluck. During the early days following his advent to office, hearkening to the advice of his friends, he went about strongly guarded. He would, however, never carry any arms except the regulation sword. I frequently met the Grand Vizier driving unattended, sometimes in an open carriage, at other times in an automobile with a single aid de camp and without any escort.
    Whether it was to show his contempt for death I do not know, but occasionally Schefket would stop his vehicle at the top of a steep hill leading to the Sublime Porte and alight at the very door of the Café Stamboul, which, rumor had it, always sheltered some of his enemies awaiting a chance to kill him.