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Tell me honestly, without any evasion, what will Europe and America make of the Führer's

speech?"

"They will be pleased, of course, but surprised by its tone of politeness. The skeptical ones

will say that he wishes to have no trouble until Germany has had time to rearm."

"Let them learn one of his sentences: "that Germany wishes nothing but to preserve her

independence and guard her borders".

"Yes, Herr Reichsminister; but there are sometimes uncertainties as to where borders are or

should be."

The other could not fail to smile. But he insisted: "You will see that all our arming is

defensive. We are completely absorbed in the problems of our own economy. We mean to

make good the Socialism in our name, and show the outside world as well as our own people

that the problems of unemployment can be solved. In five years—no, I dare say in three—there

will not be a single man desiring work in Germany and not finding it."

"That indeed will be something to watch, Herr Reiehsminister." The great man started to

explain how it could be done; and from that abnormally wide mouth there poured a torrent of

words. Lanny had observed the same thing with Hitler and Mussolini and many lesser

propagandists—they forgot the difference between an audience of four and an audience of four

million, and were willing to expend as much energy on the former as on the latter. Crooked

Juppchen went on and on, and perhaps would have talked all night; but his tactful wife chose

an opportunity when he was taking in breath, and said: "The Herr Reichsminister Doktor has

a hard day's work behind him and has another before him. He ought to have some sleep."

The others started to their feet at once; and so they missed hearing about the Autobahnen

which the new government was going to build all over Germany. They thanked both host and

hostess, and took their departure quickly. After they had delivered Heinrich to his home and

were safely alone in their car, Irma said: "Well, do you think you got away with it?"

"We can't tell a thing, in this world of intrigue. Goebbels will think the matter over and

decide where his interests lie."

Irma had understood a little of the conversation here and there.

She remarked: "At least you got the dirt on Dr. Ley!"

"Yes," replied her husband; "and if we have the fortune to meet Dr. Ley, we'll get the dirt on

Dr. Goebbels!"

18

I Am a Jew

I

Lanny wasn't taking his father's suggestion of reporting to the American Embassy. The

attache who was Robbie's old friend was no longer there. The Ambassador was a Hoover

appointee, a former Republican senator from Kentucky and Robbie Budd's type of man; but he

was ill, and had gone to Vichy, France, from which place he had given an interview defending

the Nazi regime. As for Lanny himself, he didn't expect any serious trouble, but if it came, he

would put it up to the Embassy to get him out. He had agreed with Irma that when he went

out alone he would set a time for his return; if anything delayed him he would telephone, and

if he failed to do this, she would report him as missing.

In the morning they took things easy; had breakfast in bed and read the papers, including

interviews with themselves, also full accounts of the Reichstag session and other Nazi doings.

Their comments were guarded, for they had to expect some form of spying. Except when they

were alone in their car, everything in Germany was to be wonderful, and only code names were

to be used. Heinrich was "Aryan," Goebbels was "Mr. Mouth," and the Frau Minister "Mrs.

Mouth." Disrespectful, but they were young and their manners were "smart."

There came a telephone call from Freddi; he gave no name, but Lanny, knowing his voice,

said promptly: "We saw some fine Bouguereau paintings last night, and are waiting for a call

telling us the price. Call later." Then he settled down and wrote a note to Mrs. Dingle, in Paris,

enclosing various newspaper clippings, and saying: "The picture market appears promising and

we hope to make purchases soon. The clarinet and other instruments are in good condition."

While he was writing, one of Irma's friends, the Fürstin Donnerstein, called up to invite the

young couple to lunch. Lanny told Irma to accept for herself. It was a waste of time for her to

sit through long interviews with officials in the German language; let her go out and spread

the news about Johannes, and find out the reaction of "society" to the disappearance of a

Jewish financier. Lanny himself would wait in their suite for messages.

They were dressing, when the telephone rang. The "personal secretary" to Herr

Reichsminister Doktor Goebbels announced: "The Herr Reichsminister wishes you to know

that he has taken entire charge of the matter which you brought to his attention, and he will

report to you as soon as he has completed investigations."

Lanny returned his thanks, and remarked to his wife: "We are getting somewhere!"

Irma replied: "He was really a quite agreeable person, Lanny." He looked at her, expecting a

small fraction of a wink; but apparently she meant it. He would have liked to say: "Too bad his

public speeches aren't as pleasant as his private conversation." But that could be said only in

the car.

He added a postscript to the note to his mother: "I have just been given reason to hope that

our deal may go through quickly." He was about to offer to accompany Irma to the luncheon,

when there came a tap upon the door, and a bellboy presented a card, reading: "Herr

Guenther Ludwig Furtwaengler. Amtsleiter Vierte Kammer: Untersuchungs- und

Schlichtungsausschuss N.S.D.A.P." Lanny didn't stop to puzzle out this jet of letters, but said:

"Bring the Herr up." Studying the card, he could tell something about the visitor, for the

Germans do not customarily put the title "Herr" on their cards, and this was a crudity.

The officer entered the reception room, clicked his heels, bowed from the waist, and remarked:

"Heil Hitler. Guten Morgen, Herr Budd." He was a clean-cut youngish man in the black and

silver uniform of the S.S. with the white skull and crossbones. He said: "Herr Budd, I have the

honor to inform you that I was yesterday appointed to the personal staff of the Reichsminister

and Minister-Prasident of Prussia, Hauptmann Goring. I have the rank of Oberleutnant, but have

not had time to have new cards engraved. Seine Exzellenz wishes to invite you and Frau Budd to

his inauguration ceremonies, which take place the day after tomorrow."

"We are greatly honored, Herr Oberleutnant," said Lanny, concealing his surprise.

"I present you with this card of admission. You understand it will be necessary to have it with

you."

"Assuredly," said Lanny, and put the treasure safely into the inside breast pocket of his coat.

The other went on: "Seine Exzellenz the Minister-Prasident wishes you to know that he is

giving immediate personal attention to the matter of Johannes Robin."

"Well, thank you, Herr Oberleutnant," said the American. This time his surprise couldn't be

concealed. He explained: "Only a few minutes ago I had a call from the office of another

Reichsminister, and was told that he had the matter in charge."

Said the officer: "I am instructed to inform you that if you will accompany me to the

residence of Seine Exzellenz the Minister-Prasident, he personally will give you information

about the matter."

"I am honored," replied Lanny, "and of course pleased to come. Excuse me while I inform my