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concerning you advises you report there immediately."

So the old Puritan armorer was gone! Lanny had thought of him for so long as going that the

news brought no shock. He had to keep his mind on his Berlin job, and without delay he wrote

notes to Seine Hochgeboren the General Graf Stubendorf, to Oberst Emil Meissner, and to

Heinrich Jung. Irma, at his suggestion, wrote to several of the ladies of prominence whom she

had met. No Jews, no Schieberfrauen, but the socially untainted!

By that time the afternoon papers were on the street, making known Lanny's arrival, and he

had reason to expect a telephone call. It came, and he heard a voice saying: "I understand that

you are interested in the paintings of Alexander Jacovleff." Lanny replied without hesitation

that he was greatly interested, and the voice informed him: "There is some of his work at the

Dubasset Galleries which you should see."

"Very well," said Lanny. "Should I come at once?"

"If you please."

He had agreed with Irma that hotel rooms might have ears; so all he said to her was: "Come."

She looked at him, and he nodded. Without another word she got up and slipped on a freshly

pressed spring costume. Lanny ordered his car, and in a short time they were safe from prying

ears. "Yes, it's Freddi," he said.

The art dealer's place was on Friedrichstrasse, only a short way from the Adlon. Lanny drove

slowly by, and there was a tall, dark young Jew strolling. The Mercedes slowed up at the curb

and he stepped in; they went on down the street, and around several corners, until they were

certain that no car was following.

"Oh, I am so glad to see you!" Freddi's voice broke and he buried his face in his hands and

began to weep. "Oh, thank you, Lanny! Thank you, Irma!" He knew he oughtn't to behave like

that, but evidently he had been under a heartbreaking strain.

"Forget it, kid," said the "Aryan." He had to drive, and keep watch in the mirror of the car.

"Tell us—have you heard from Papa?"

"Not a word."

"Has anything been published?"

"Nothing."

"You have no idea where he's been taken?"

"No idea. We dare not go to the authorities, you know."

"Are Mama and Rahel and the baby all right?"

"They were when I left them."

"You're not staying together?"

"We're afraid of attracting attention. Mama is staying with one of our old servants.

Rahel and the baby with her father's family."

"And you?"

"I slept in the Tiergarten last night."

"Oh, Freddi!" It was Irma's cry of dismay.

"It was all right—not cold."

"You don't know anyone who would shelter you?"

"Plenty of people—but I might get them into trouble as well as myself. The fact that a

Jew appears in a new place may suggest that he's wanted—and you can't imagine the

way it is, there are spies everywhere—servants, house-wardens, all sorts of people seeking

to curry favor with the Nazis. I couldn't afford to let them catch me before I had a

talk with you."

"Nor afterward," said Lanny. "We're going to get all of you out of the country. It might

be wiser for you and the others to go at once—because it's plain that you can't do

anything to help Papa."

"We couldn't go even if we were willing," replied the unhappy young man. "Papa had

our exit permits, and now the Nazis have them."

He told briefly what had happened. The family with several servants had gone to

Bremerhaven by the night train and to the yacht by taxis. Just as they reached the

dock a group of Brownshirts stopped them and told Papa that he was under arrest. Papa

asked, very politely, if he might know why, and the leader of the troop spat directly in

his face and called him a Jew-pig. They pushed him into a car and took him away,

leaving the others standing aghast. They didn't dare go on board the yacht, but

wandered along the docks, carrying their bags. They talked it over and decided that

they could do no good to Papa by getting themselves arrested. Both Freddi and Rahel

were liable to be sent to concentration camps on account of their Socialist activities; so they

decided to travel separately to Berlin and stay in hiding until they could get word to their

friends.

III

Freddi said: "I had only a little money when I was going on board the yacht, and I had to pay

my fare back here."

Lanny took out his billfold and wanted to give him a large sum, but he said no, it might be

stolen, or, if he was arrested, the Nazis would get it; better a little bit at a time. He started to

say that Papa would make it all good, but Lanny told him not to be silly; whatever he needed

was his.

"Where are you going to stay?" asked Irma, and he said he would join the crowd in die

Palme, a refuge for the shelterless; it would be pretty bad, but it wouldn't hurt him, and no

one would pay any attention to him there, no one would call him a Jew-pig. He hoped the wait

wouldn't be too long.

Lanny had to tell him it might be quite a while. His activities would be in the higher circles,

and things did not move rapidly there; you had to apply the social arts. Freddi said: "I hope

poor Papa can stand it."

"He will be sure that we are doing our best," replied Lanny; "so at least he will have hope."

The American didn't go into detail concerning his plans, because he feared that Freddi might

be tempted to impart some of it to his wife or his mother; then, too, there was the fearful

possibility that the Nazis might drag something out of him by torture—and he surely wouldn't

tell what he didn't know. Lanny said: "You can always write or call me at the hotel and make an

appointment to show me some art."

They contrived a private code. Pictures by Bouguereau would mean that everything was all

right, whereas Goya would mean danger. Lanny said: "Think of something to say about a

painting that will convey whatever you have in mind." He didn't ask the addresses of the other

members of the family, knowing that in case of need they, too, could write him or phone him

about paintings. Freddi advised that they should meet as seldom as possible, because an

expensive automobile driven by foreigners was a conspicuous object, and persons who got into it

or out of it might be watched.

They stopped for a while on a quiet residence street and talked. Freddi's mind was absorbed by

the subject of concentration camps; he had heard so many horrible stories, some of which he

couldn't repeat in Irma's presence. He said: "Oh, suppose they are doing such things to Papa!"

Later he said: "Have you thought what you would do if you had to stand such things?"

Lanny had to answer no, he hadn't thought much about it. "I suppose one stands what one

has to."

Freddi persisted: "I can't help thinking about it all the time. No Jew can help it now. They

mean it to break your spirit; to wreck you for the rest of your life. And you have to set your spirit

against theirs. You have to refuse to be broken."

"It can be done," said Lanny, but rather weakly. He didn't want to think of it, at least not

while Irma was there. Irma was afraid enough already. But the Jewish lad had two thousand

years of it in his blood.

"Do you believe in the soul, Lanny? I mean, something in us that is greater than ourselves? I

have had to think a lot about it. When they take you down into the cellar, all alone, with

nobody to help you—you have no party, no comrades—it's just what you have in yourself. What I

decided is, you have to learn to pray."

"That's what Parsifal has been trying to tell us."

"I know, and I think he is right. He's the one they couldn't conquer. I'm sorry I didn't talk

more about it with him while I had the chance."

"You'll have more chances," said Lanny, with determination.

Parting is a serious matter when you have thoughts like that. Freddi said: "I oughtn't to keep

you from whatever you're planning to do. Put me off near a subway entrance and I'll ride to die

Palme."

So they drove on. Lanny said: "Cheerio," English fashion, and the young Jew replied:

"Thanks a million," which he knew was American. The car slowed up and he stepped out, and

the great hole in the Berlin sidewalk swallowed him up. Irma had a mist in her eyes, but she

winked it away and said: "I could do with some sleep." She too had learned to admire the English

manner.

IV

The Reichstag met in the Kroll Opera House that afternoon and listened to Adolf Hitler's

speech on foreign affairs. The speech took three-quarters of an hour and immediately

afterward Goring moved approval, which was voted unanimously, and the Reichstag

adjourned. Soon afterward the newsboys were crying the extra editions, and there was the full

text, under banner headlines. Of course these gleichgeschaltete papers called it the most

extraordinary piece of statesmanship.

Lanny glanced through it swiftly, and saw that it was a speech like none other in the Führer's

career. It was the first time he had ever read a prepared address; as it happened, the

Wilhelmstrasse, the German foreign office, had put pressure on him and persuaded him that there

was real danger of overt action by France. The Fatherland had no means of resisting, and

certainly it was the last thing the infant Nazi regime wanted.

So here was a new Hitler. Such a convenient thing to be able to be something new whenever

you wished, unhampered by anything you had been hitherto! The Führer spoke more in sorrow

than in anger of the wrongs his country had suffered, and he told the Reichstag that he was a man

utterly devoted to peace and justice among the nations; all he asked of the rest of the world was

that it should follow the example of Germany and disarm. There was to be no more "force"

among the nations; he called this "the eruption of insanity without end," and said that it would

result in "a Europe sinking into Communistic chaos."

France and Britain, which had been worried, breathed a sigh of relief. The Führer really

wasn't as bad as he had been painted; his soup wasn't going to scald anybody's tongue. He would

settle down and let others write his speeches for him and govern the country sanely. To the

diplomats and statesmen of foreign lands it was obvious that a mere corporal and painter of

picture-postcards couldn't manage a great modern state. That called for trained men, and

Germany had plenty of them. In an emergency they would take control.

Lanny wasn't sure about it; but he saw that today's speech was the best possible of omens for

the Robin family. Adi was singing low; he wouldn't want any family rows, any scandals going

out to the world; he was in a position where he could be mildly and politely blackmailed, and

Lanny had an idea how to set about it.

The telephone rang. His note to Heinrich Jung had been delivered promptly. Heinrich had

attended the Reichstag meeting, and now he was taking the first opportunity to call his friend.

"Oh, Lanny, the most marvelous affair! Have you read the speech?"

"Indeed I have, and I consider it a great piece of statesmanship."

"Wundervoll!" exclaimed Heinrich.

"Kolossal!" echoed Lanny. In German you sing it, with the accent on the last syllable,

prolonging it like a tenor.

"Ganz grosse Staatskunst!"

"Absolut!" Another word which you accent on the last syllable; it sounds like a popgun.

"Wirkliches Genie!" declared the Nazi official.

So they chanted in bel canto, like a love duet in Italian opera. They sang the praises of Adolf,

his speech, his party, his doctrine, his Fatherland. Heinrich, enraptured, exclaimed: "You really

see it now!"

"I didn't think he could do it," admitted the genial visitor.

"But he is doing it! He will go on doing it!" Heinrich remained lyrical; he even tried to become

American. "How is it that you say— er geht damit hinweg?"

"He is getting away with it," chuckled Lanny.

"When can I see you?" demanded the young official.

"Are you busy this evening?"

"Nothing that I can't break."

"Well, come on over. We were just about to order something to eat. We'll wait for you."

Lanny hung up, and Irma said: "Isn't that overdoing it just a little?"

Lanny put his finger to his lips. "Let's dress and dine downstairs," he said. "Your best clothes.

The moral effect will be worth while."

V

There were three of them in the stately dining-room of the most fashionable hotel in Berlin;

the American heiress in the showiest rig she had brought, Lanny in a "smoking," and Heinrich

in the elegant dress uniform he had worn to the Kroll Opera House. Die grosse Welt stared at

them, and the heart of Heinrich Jung, the forester's son, was bursting with pride—not for

himself, of course, but for his Führer and the wonderful movement he had built. Respect for rank

and station had been bred into the very bones of a lad on the estate of Stubendorf, and this

was the highest he had ever climbed on the social pyramid. This smart American couple had been

guests on two occasions at the Schloss; it might even happen that the General Graf would enter

this room and be introduced to the son of his Oberförster! Lanny didn't fail to mention that he

had written to Seine Hochgeboren at his Berlin palace.

The orchestra played softly, and the waiters bowed obsequiously. Lanny, most gracious of

hosts, revealed his mastery of the gastronomic arts. Did Heinrich have any preference? No,

Heinrich would leave it to his host, and the host said they should have something echt

berlinerisch- how about some Krebse, billed as ecrevisses? Heinrich said that these would

please him greatly, and kept the dark secret that he had never before eaten them. They proved

to be small crayfish served steaming hot on a large silver platter with a much embossed silver

cover. The waiter exhibited the magnificence before he put some on separate plates. Heinrich