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couldn't fail to be impressed, and many wavered and wondered if maybe the Russian way

might be the only way. Anyhow, they had a right to be heard; Lanny did what he could to

persuade both sides to stop quarreling, and he set them an example by refusing to let them

quarrel with him.

II

Any time he was in doubt about what was really happening in Germany he had only to write

to Johannes Robin. A letter from the Jewish money-master was like a gust of wind blowing

away a fog and revealing the landscape. It disclosed the German nation traveling upon a

perilous path, with yawning abysses on every side, earthquakes shaking the rocks loose and

volcanoes hurling out clouds of fiery ashes. Assuredly neither of the Plinys, uncle or nephew,

had confronted more terrifying natural phenomena than did the Weimar Republic at the

beginning of this year 1933.

The ceaselessly aggressive Nazis were waging daily and nightly battles with the Communists

all over the country. And meantime the two ruling groups, the industrialists of the west and

the landlords of the east, were concentrating their attention upon getting higher tariffs to

protect their interests; one hundred per cent wasn't enough in these days of failing markets.

The workers, who wanted lower prices for goods and for food, had refused time after time to

vote for candidates of these groups; but with less than five per cent of the votes, the

reactionary politicians still clung to power, playing one faction against another, using

cajolements mixed with threats.

Chancellor von Schleicher had begun wooing the labor unions, calling himself the "social

general," and pointing out to the moderates among Socialists and Catholics how much worse

things would be if either set of extremists came in. By such blandishments he lost favor with the

paymasters of the Ruhr, who wanted the labor unions broken and were listening to the siren

song of Hitler, promising this service. Also there was the problem of Osthilfe, a scandal

hanging over the heads of the landed aristocrats of East Prussia. Huge public funds had been

voted to save the farmers from ruin, but the owners of the big estates, the powerful aristocrats,

had managed to get most of the money, and they had used it for other purposes than land

improvements. Now hardly a day passed that the Socialist and Communist press didn't print

charges and demand investigations.

Papen and Schleicher still pretended to be friends, while scheming to cut each other's

throats. Schleicher had ousted Papen by a deal with the Nazis, and two could play at that game.

Papen, the "gentleman jockey," was the most tireless of wirepullers. A pale blond aristocrat

with a thin, lined face wearing a perpetual smile, he went from one secret meeting to another

telling a different story to everybody—but all of them carefully calculated to injure his rival.

"Papen has had a meeting with Hitler at the home of Thyssen's friend, Baron von Schroeder,"

wrote Johannes, and Lanny didn't need to ask what that meant. "I am told that Papen and

Hugenberg have got together;"—that, too, was not obscure. Hugenberg, the "silver fox," had

come to one of the Robin soirees; a big man with a walrus mustache, brutal but clever; leader

of the Pan-German group and owner of the most powerful propaganda machine in the world,

practically all of the big capitalist newspapers of Germany, plus U.F.A., the film monopoly.

"Papen is raising funds for Hitler among the industrialists," wrote Johannes. "I hear that the

Führer has more than two million marks in notes which he cannot meet. It is a question

whether he will go crazy before he becomes chancellor!"

III

The Nazis held one of their tremendous meetings in the Sportpalast, and Hitler delivered one

of his inspired tirades, promising peace, order, and restoration of self respect to the German

people. The conservative newspapers in Paris published his promises and half believed them;

they were far more afraid of the Reds than of the Nazis, and Lanny found that Denis de

Bruyne was inclined to look upon Hitler as a model for French politicians. Even Lanny himself

began hesitating; he was so anxious to be sure that he was right. Hitler was calling upon

Almighty God to give him courage and strength to save the German people and right the

wrongs of Versailles. Lanny, who had protested so energetically against those wrongs, now

wondered if it mightn't be possible for Hitler to scare France and Britain into making the

necessary concessions, and then to settle down and govern the country in the interest of those

millions of oppressed "little people" for whom he spoke so eloquently.

The son of Robbie Budd and husband of Irma Barnes might waver, but the German workers

didn't. A hundred thousand of them met in the Berlin Lustgarten, clamoring for the defense

of the Republic against its traitor enemies. "Something is going to pop," wrote Johannes,

American fashion. "Der alte Herr is terrified at the prospect of having the Osthilfe affair

discussed in the Reichstag. Schleicher is considering with the labor unions the idea of refusing

to resign and holding on with their backing. I am told that the Catholics have assented, but the

Socialists are afraid it wouldn't be legal. What do you think?" Lanny knew that his old friend

was teasing him, and didn't offer any opinion on German constitutional law.

Johannes didn't say what he himself was doing in this crisis, but Lanny guessed that he was

following his program of keeping friendly with all sides. Certainly he possessed an extraordinary

knowledge of the intrigues. Now and then Lanny would call him on the long distance

telephone, a plaything of the very rich, and Johannes would speak a sort of camouflage. He

would say: "My friend Franzchen wants to be top dog, but so does his friend the publisher, and

their schemes will probably fall through because they can't agree." Lanny understood that this

meant Papen and Hugenberg; and when Johannes added: "They may harness up the Wild

Man and get together to drive him," Lanny had no trouble guessing about that. Presently

Johannes said: "They are telling the Old Gent that the General is plotting a coup d'etat against

him." It was like reading a blood and thunder novel in instalments, and having to wait for the

next issue. Would the rescue party arrive in time?

IV

On the thirtieth of January the news went out to a startled world that President von

Hindenburg had appointed Adolf Hitler Chancellor of the German Republic. Even the Nazis

were taken by surprise; they hadn't been invited to the intrigues, and couldn't imagine by what

magic it had been brought about that their Führer's enemies suddenly put him into office. Franz

von Papen was Vice-Chancellor, and Hugenberg was in the Cabinet; in all there were nine

reactionaries against three Nazis, and what could that mean? The newspapers outside

Germany were certain that it meant the surrender of Hitler; he was going to be controlled,

he was going to be another Ramsay MacDonald. They chose not to heed the proclamation

which the Führer himself issued, telling his followers that the struggle was only beginning. But

the Stormtroopers heeded, and turned out, exultant, parading with torchlights through Unter

den Linden; seven hundred thousand persons marched past the Chancellery, with Hindenburg

greeting them from one window and Hitler from another. The Communist call for a general

strike went unheeded.

So it had come: the thing which Lanny had been fearing for the past three or four years. The