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skillful actor. "Your friend could not be in Dachau," he declared, "unless he were a Bavarian.

Being a Berliner, he would be in Oranienburg or some other place near by. However, if you wish,

I will cause an inquiry to be made through the Reichsregierung, and see if anything can be

turned up."

"That is most kind of you," declared Lanny. "It is more than I should have ventured to ask in a

time when you and your associates have your hands so full. Permit me to mention that while

the young man's name is actually Freddi, some official may have assumed it to be Friedrich, or

they might have listed him as Fritz. Also it is conceivable that some one may have set him down

as Rabinowitz, the name which his father bore in the city of Lodz."

The staff officer took out his notebook and duly set down these items. "I will promise to do

my best, Herr Budd," he declared.

"Perhaps it will be better if you do not trouble Seine Exzellenz with this matter," added the

visitor. "I know that he must be the busiest man in the world, and I do not want him to think

that I have come to Berlin to annoy him with my personal problems."

Said the staff officer: "He is one of those great men who know how to delegate authority and

not let himself be burdened with details. He has time for social life, and I am sure he will be

interested to hear what you have to report from the outside world."

Said the undercover diplomat: "I got some reactions of the British Foreign Office to Seine

Exzellenz's speech in Geneva. Lord Wickthorpe was really quite stunned by it. You know how

it is, the British have been used to having their own way of late years— perhaps much too easily,

Herr Leutnant. I doubt if it is going to be so easy for them in future!"

22

Still Get Money, Boy!

I

IT WAS Lanny's hope that as soon as his arrival was announced in the papers he would

receive some sort of communication from whoever had taken the trouble to write that Freddi

was in Dachau. He was careful in his newspaper interviews to declare himself a non-political

person, hoping that some of his former acquaintances among the Social-Democrats would take

the hint. But the days passed, and no letter or telephone call was received. Lanny had got

from Rahel a list of Freddi's former comrades; most of them would probably be under arrest,

or in hiding, "sleeping out," as it was called, never two nights in the same place. Before trying

to meet any of them, it seemed wiser for Lanny to try out his Nazi contacts. It would be difficult

to combine the two sorts of connections.

He went to call on Heinrich Jung, who burst into his customary excited account of his

activities. He had recently come back from the Parteitag in Nürnberg; the most marvelous of all

Parteitage— it had been five days instead of one, and every one of the hundred and twenty

hours had been a new climax, a fresh revelation of das Wunder, die Schönheit, der Sieg hidden

in the soul of National Socialism. "Honestly, Lanny, the most cynical persons were moved to

tears by what they saw there!" Lanny couldn't summon any tears, but he was able to bring

smiles to his lips and perhaps a glow to his cheeks.

"Do you know Nürnberg?" asked Heinrich. Lanny had visited that old city, with a moat

around it and houses having innumerable sharp gables, crowded into narrow streets which

seldom ran straight for two successive blocks. An unpromising place for the convention of a

great political party, but the Nazis had chosen it because of its historic associations, the

memories of the old Germany they meant to bring back to life. Practical difficulties were

merely a challenge to their powers of organization; they would show the world how to take

care of a million visitors to a city whose population was less than half that. Suburbs of tents

had been erected on the outskirts, and the Stormtroopers and Hitler Youth had slept on straw,

six hundred to each great tent, two blankets to each person. There had been rows of field

kitchens with aluminum spouts from which had poured endless streams of goulash or coffee.

Heinrich declared that sixty thousand Hitler Youth had been fed in half an hour—three

half-hours per day for five days!

These were specially selected youth, who had labored diligently all year to earn this

reward. They had been brought by special trains and by trucks, and had marched in with their

bands, shaking the air with songs and the great Zeppelin Meadow with the tramp of boots. For

five days and most of five nights they had shouted and sting themselves hoarse, making up in

their fervor for all the other forty-four political parties which they had wiped out of

existence in Germany. Only one party now, one law, one faith, one baptism! A temporary hall

had been built, accommodating a small part of the hundred and sixty thousand official delegates;

the others listened to loud-speakers all over the fields, and that served just as well, because

there didn't have to be any voting. Everything was settled by the Führer, and the million others

had only to hear the speeches and shout their approval.

Heinrich, now a high official in the Hitler Youth, had been among those admitted to the opening

ceremonies. He lacked language to describe the wonders, he had to wave his arms and raise

his voice. The frenzied acclaim when the Führer marched in to the strains of the Badenweiler

Marsch— did Lanny know it? Yes, Lanny did, but Heinrich hummed a few bars even so. After

Hitler had reached the platform the standards were borne in, the flags consecrated by being

touched with the Blood Flag, which had been borne in the Munich civil struggle. Heinrich,

telling about it, was like a good Catholic witnessing the sacred mystery of the Host. He told

how Ernst Rohm had called the roll of those eighteen martyrs, and of all the two or three

hundred others who had died during the party's long struggle for power. Muffled drums beat

softly, and at the end the S.A. Chief of Staff declared: "Sie marschieren mit uns im Geist, in

unseren Reihen."

Five days of speechmaking and cheering, marching and singing by a million of the most active

and capable men in Germany, nearly all of them young. Heinrich said: "If you had seen it,

Lanny, you would know that our movement has won, and that the Fatherland is going to be

what we make it."

"I had a long talk with Kurt," said Lanny. "He convinced me that you and he have been

right." The young official was so delighted that he clasped his friend's hand and wrung it.

Another Hitler victory. Sieg Heil!

II

Most of Irma's fashionable acquaintances had not yet returned to the city, so she employed

her spare time accustoming her ears to the German language. She struck up an acquaintance

with the hotel's manicurist, a natural blonde improved by art, sophisticated as her profession

required, but underneath it naive, as all Germans seemed to Irma. An heiress's idea of how to

acquire knowledge was to hire somebody to put it painlessly into her mind; and who could be a

more agreeable injector than a young woman who had held the hands of assorted millionaires

and celebrities from all parts of the world, chattering to them and encouraging them to chatter

back? Fraulein Elsa Borg was delighted to sell her spare hours to Frau Budd, geborene Barnes,

and to teach her the most gossipy and idiomatic Berlinese. Irma practiced laboriously those