Squinting58 at her, the page held out an arresting hand. She dived into a crowded elevator. For an hour she wandered the inner halls of the broadcasting company, relishing59 the thick maroon60 carpets, the immense round black pillars, the passing trucks of spotlights61 and broadcast equipment, the Hashing red lights outside of studios, the pretty girls and handsome young men hurrying in and out of doors. She came on the employment office and hung outside, peering through the open double doors like a child at a candy counter. Then she left, and spent the day shopping in department stores. As for Warren, the taxi took him a few blocks further uptown. In Rumpelmayer's, he met a good-looking woman of thirty or so with large sad eyes, a cloud of ash-blonde hair, and a clever soulful way of talking about novels, paintings, and music, subjects which did not greatly interest him. His majors had been history and the sciences. After an early lunch, he spent the day with her in a hotel bedroom. That did interest him. When he dined with his sister that evening, Madeline helped herself to a cigarette from his pack on the table, and lit and smoked it inexpertly. Her defiant62, self-satisfied, somewhat pathetic air made Warren laugh. "When the cat's away, hey?" he said. "Oh, I've,been smoking for years," Madeline said. The three blasts of the ship's horn, the pier girders moving outside the porthole, the band far below crashing out "The Star-Spangled Banner," touched a spring in Rhoda. She turned to her husband with a smile such as he had not seen on her face for weeks, threw her arms around him, and gave him an aroused kiss, opening her soft familiar lips. "Well! We made it, Pug, didn't we? Off to Deutschland. Second honeymoon63 and all THAT! MMM!" This mild interlude of sex in his hitherto preoccupied and cross wife was like a birthday present to the monogamous Pug. It augured64 well for the crossing, and possibly for the entire sojourn65 in Berlin. He pulled her close. "Well!" Rhoda broke free, with a husky laugh and shiny eyes. "Not so fast, young fellow. I want a drink, that's what I want, and I don't care if the sun isn't over the yardarm. And I know just what I want. Champagne66 cocktail67, or two, or three." "Sure. Let's have it right here. I'll order a bottle." "Nothing doing, Pug. This will be a nice long crossing. We're getting out of here and going to the bar." The ship was clearing the dock and hooting68 tugs69 were turning it deck started to vibrate underfoot. A crowd of tired-looking south, as the jocund70 voyagers already fiLlIed the bar, making a great noise.
"i thought there was a war scare," Rhoda said. "Nobody here seems to be worried.". Rhoda said, holding up her chamThey found two stools at the bar pagne cocktail, "Well, to whom?" "The kids," Pug said. All right, to the kids." As she "Ah, yes. Our abandoned nestlings. ut the fine acpolished off the champagne, Rhoda talked excitedly abo commodation of the Bremen. She felt very adventurous71, she said, sailing on a German ship these clays. "Pug, I wonder if there are any Nazis right here in this bar?" she prattled72. shifted his glance to The fat red-faced man sitting next to Rhoda her. He wore a feathered green hat and he was drinking from a stein. "Let's take a walk on deck," Pug said. "See the Statue of Liberty." "No, sir. I want another drink. I've seen the Statue of Liberty." Pug made a slight peremptory73 move of a thumb, and Rhoda got off the stool. When anything touched his Navy work, Pug could treat her like a deckhand. He held open a door for her, and in a whipping wind they walked to the stern, where gulls74 swooped75 and screeched76, and passengers clustered at the rails, watching the Manhattan buildings drift past in brown haze77. Pug said quietly, leaning on a patch of clear rail, "Look, unless we're assume anything we say on this ship will in the open air like this, you can be recorded, one way or another. At the bar, at the table, or even in our stateroom. Have you thought of that?" "Well, sort of, but-in our stateroom tool Really?" Pug nodded. Rhoda looked thoughtful, then burst out laughing. "You you don't mean day and night? Pug? Always?" "That's what this job is. If they didn't do it, they'd be sloppy78. The Germans aren't a sloppy people." Her mouth curled in female amusement. "Well, then, mister, keep your DISTANCE on this boat, that's all I can say. "lell be no different in Berlin." 'Won't we have our own house?" He shrugged79. "Kip says you get used to it and don't think about it. I mean the loss of privacy. You're just a fish in a glass bowl and that's that.
You can never stop thinking about what you say or do, however." "Honestly!" A peculiar look, half-vexed, half-titillated, was on her face. "I can't imagine why I didn't think of that. Well! They say love will find a way, but-oh hell. It really couldn't be this important, could it? Can I have my other drink?" An engraved80 card, slid under their cabin door shortly before dinner, invited them to the captain's table. They debated whether Pug should wear a uniform, and decided81 against it. The guess turned out to be correct. A German submarine officer at the table, a man as short and as taciturn as Victor Henry, wore a brown business suit. The captain, a paunchy stiff man in gold-buttoned blue, heavily joshed the ladies in slow English or clear German, blue eyes twinkling in his weathered fat face. Now and then he flicked82 a finger, and a steward83 in full dress jumped to his side. The captain would crackle a few words, and off the steward would bustle84 with a terrified face, gesturing at the waiters, long tailcoat flapping. The food was abundant and exquisite85, the bowl of white and purple orchids86 spectacular. The parade of wines worried Pug, for when Rhoda was excited she could drink too much. But she ate heartily87, drank normally, and delighted the captain by bantering88 with him in fluent German. The submarine man's wife sat on Henry's left, a blonde in green low-cut chiffon that lavishly89 showed big creamy breasts. Pug surprised her into warm laughter by asking if she had ever worked in films. At his right sat a small English girl in gray tweed, the daughter of Alistair Tudsbury. Tudsbury was the only real celebrity90 at the table, a British broadcaster and correspondndent, about six feet, with a big belly91, a huge brown mustache, bulging92 eyes, a heavy veined nose, thick glasses, bearish93 eyebrows94, booming voice, and an enormous appetite. He had arrived at the table laughing, and laughed at whatever was said to him, and at almost everything he said himself. He was a very ugly man, and his clothes did little to mitigate95 the ugliness: a rust-brown fuzzy suit, a tattersall shirt and a copious96 green bow tie. He smoked cigarettes, tiny in his sausage-fat fingers; one expected a pipe or a long black cigar, but the cigarette was always smoldering97 in his hand, except when he was plying98 a knife and fork. For all the forced badinage99, it was an awkward -meal. Nobody menhoned politics, war, or the Nazis. Even books and plays were risky100. In long silences, the slow-rolling ship squeaked101 and groaned102. Victor Henry and the submariner exchanged several appraising103 glances, but no words. Pug tried once or twice to amuse Tudsbury's daughter at his right, eliciting104 only a shy smile. Over the dessert, turning away from the blondewho kept telling him how good his stumbling German was-he made one more effort. "I suppose you're on vacation from school?" "Well, sort of permanently105. I'm twenty-eight." "You are? Hell!
Sorry. I thought you were about in my daughter's class. She's nineteen." The Tudsbury girl said nothing, so he kept talking. "I hope you took my stupidity as a compliment. Don't women like to be thought younger than they are?" "Oh, many people make that mistake, Commander. It comes of my travelling with my father. His eyes aren't very good. I help him with his work." "That must be interesting." "Depending on the subject matter. Nowadays it's a sort of a broken record. Will the little tramp go, or won't he?" She took a sip106 of wine. Commander Henry was brought up short. The "little tramv' was Charlie Chaplin, of course, and by ready transfer, Hitler. She was saying that Tudsbury's one topic was whether Hitler would start a war. By not dropping her voice, by using a phrase which a German ear would be unlikely to catch, by keeping her face placid107, she had managed not only to touch the forbidden subject, but to express a world of contempt, at the captain's table on the Bremn, for the dictator of Germany. Half a dozen early-morning walkers were swinging along, looking preoccupied and virtuous108, when Pug Henry came out on the cool sunlit deck, after a happy night of second honeymooning109. He had calculated that five turns would make a mile, and he meant to do fifteen or twenty turns. Rounding the bow to the port side he saw, far down the long deck, the Tudsbury girl coming toward him, pumping her arms and rolling her hips110. She wore the same gray suit. "Good morning." They passed each other with nods and smiles, then on the other side of the ship repeated this ritual. At the third encounter he said, reversing his direction, "Let me join you." "Oh, thank you, yes. I feel stupid, preparing to smile forty feet away." "Doesn't your father like to walk before breakfast?" "He hates all forms of exercise. He's strong as a bull and nothing he does makes much difference. Anyway, right now poor Talky has a touch of gout. It's his curse." 'Talky?" Pamela Tudsbury laughed. "His middle name is Talcott. Since schoolboy days, he's been 'Talky' to his friends. Guess why!" She was moving quite fast. In flat shoes she was very short. She glanced up at him. "Commander, where's your wife? Also not a walker?" "Late sleeper111. Not that she'll walk to the corner drugstore if she can drive or hail a cab. Well, what does your father really think? Will the little tramp go?" She laughed, a keen look brightening her eyes, evidently pleased that he remembered. "He'scome out boldly to the effect that time will tell." "What do you think?" "Me? I just type what he thinks. On a special portable with oversize print." She gestured at three deep-breathing German matrons in tailored suits marching by. "I know that I feel queer sailing on a ship of theirs." "Didn't your father just publish a book? I seem to remember reviews. "Yes. just a paste-up of his broadcasts, really." "I'd like to read it. Writers awe50 me. I have a tough time putting one word down after another." "I saw a copy in the ship's library. He sent me there to check," she said, with a grin that reminded him of Madeline, catching112 him in selfimportance or pretense113. He wished Warren could meet this girl or one like her. Last night he had not paid her much mind, with the busty, halfnaked, talkative blonde there. But now, especially with the fresh coloring of the morning sea air, he thought she had an English lady's face, a heartshaped face from a Gainsborough or a Romney: thin lips, expressive114 greengray eyes set wide apart, fine straight nose, heavy brown hair. The skin of her hands and face was pearl-smooth. just the girl for Warren, pretty and keen. "You're going around again? I get off here," she said, stopping at a double door. "If you do read his book, Commander Henry, carry it under your arm. He'll fall in love with you. It'll make his trip." "How can he care? Why, he's famous." "He cares. God, how they care." With a clumsy little wave, she went inside. After breakfasting alone, Pug went to the library. Nobody was there but a boyish steward. The shelves held many German volumes on the World War. Pug glanced at one tided U-boats: l9z4-z8, and settled into a leather armchair to scan the discussion of American destroyer tactics' Soon he heard the scratch of a pen. At a small desk almost within his reach, the German submarine man sat with his bristly head bent, writing. Pug had not seen him come in. Grohke smiled, and pointed115 his pen at the U-boat book. "Recalling old times?" "Well, I was in destroyers." "And I was down below. Maybe this is not the first time our paths cross." Grohke spoke English with a slight, not unpleasant Teutonic accent. "Possibly not." When Pug put the U-boat volume on the shelf and took down the Tudsbury book, Grohke remarked, "Perhaps we could have a drink before dinner and compare notes on the Atlantic in 1918?" 'I'd enjoy that."Pug intended to read Tudsbury in a deck chair for a while and then go below to work. He had brought weighty books on German industry, politics, and history, and meant to grind through the lot on the way to his post. Intelligence manuals and handbooks were all right, but he was a digger. He liked to search out the extra detail in the extra-discouraginglooking fat volume. Surprising things were recorded, but patient alert eyes were in perpetual short supply. The bow wave was boiling away, a V of white foam116 on the blue sunlit sea, and the Bremen was rolling like a battleship. Wind from the northwest, Pug estimated, glancing up at the thin smoke from the stacks, and at the sea; wind speed fifteen knots, ship's speed eighteen, number four sea on the port quarter, rain and high winds far ahead under the cumulonimbus. Nostalgia117 swept over him. Four years since he had served at sea; eleven since he had had a command! He stood by the forward rail, leaning against a lifeboat davit, sniffing the sea air. Four unmistakable Jews walked by in jolly conversation, two middle-aged118 couples in fine sports clothes. They went out of sight around the deckhouse. He was still looking after them when he heard Tudsbury blare, "Hello there, Commander. I hear you were out walking my Pam at the crack of dawn." "Hello. Did you see those people who just went by?" "Yes. There's no understanding Jews. I say, is that my book? How touching120. How far have you got?" "I just drew it from the library." Tudsbury's mustache drooped121 sadly. "What! You didn't buy it? Damn all libraries. Now you'll read it and I won't gain a penny by it." He bellowed122 a laugh and rested one green-stockinged leg on the rail. He was wearing a baggy123 pepper-and-salt golfing outfit124 and a green tam o'shanter. 'It's a bad book, really a fake, but it's selling in your country, luckily for me. If you didn't happen to hear my drivelling on the air in the past year or two, there are a couple of interesting paragraphs. Footnotes to history. My thing on Hitler's entry into Vienna is actually not too awful. Quite a time we're living in, Commander." He talked about the German take-over of Austria, sounding much as he did on the air: positive, informed, full of scorn for democratic politicians, and cheerfully ominous125. Tudsbury's special note was that the world would very likely go up in flames, but that it might prove a good show. "Can you picture the bizarre and horrible triumph that we let him get away with, dear fellow? I saw it all. Something straight out of Plutarch, that was! A zero of a man, with no schooling126, of no known family -at twenty a dropped-out student, a drifter and a failure-five years a dirty, seedy tramp in a Vienna doss housed you know that, Henry? Do you know that for five years this Fuhrer was what you call a Bowery bum127, sharing a vile128 room with other assorted129 flotsam, eating in soup kitchens, and not because there depression-Vienna was fat and prosperous then-but because he was a dreamy, lazy,(wasa) incompetent130 misfit? That house painter story is hogwash. He sold a few hand-painted postcards, but to the age of twenty-six he was a sidewalk-wandering vagrant131, and then for four years a soldier in theGerman army, a lance corporal, a messenger-runner, a low job for a man of even rrainimum intelligence, and at thirty he was lying broke, discharged, and gassed in an army hospital. That is the background of the Fuhrer. "And then-" The ship's horn blasted, drowning out Tudsbury's voice, which was beginning to roll in his broadcasting style. He winced132, laughed, and'went on: 'And then, what happened? Why, then this same ugly, sickly, uncouth133, prejudiced, benighted134, half-mad little wretch135 leaped out of his hospital bed, and went careering in ten years straight to the top of a German nation thirsting for a return match. The man was a foreigner, Henry! He was an Austrian. They had to fake up a citizenship136 proceeding137 for him, so he could run against Hindenburg! And I myself watched this man ride in triumph through the streets of Vienna, where he had sold postcards and gone hungry, the sole their to the combined thrones of the Hapsburgs and the Hohenzellerns." Victor Henry smiled, and Tudsbury's impassioned popeyed stare gave way to a loud guffaw138. "A-bawr, haws hawr! I suppose it is rather funny when you think about it. But this grotesque139 fantasy happens to be the central truth of our age." Henry was smiling because much of this tirade140 was in Tudsbury's book, almost word for word. "Well, it's the old story of the stitch in time," he said. "Your politicos could have got the weird141 little bastard142 with no trouble early on, but they didn't. Now they have problems. Incidentally, where are you headed? Berlin, too?" Tudsbury nodded. "Our Berlin man's prostate chose an awkward time to act up. A-bawrhawr! Dr. Goebbels said I could come along and fill in. Amazement143! I've been persona non grata in the Third Reich since Munich. No doubt I'll be kicked out on my big arse in a few weeks. For some reason the Jerries are being kind to Englishmen this month. Probably so we'fl hold still wire they roll over the Poles. And we will, we will. The Tories are all polite gray worms. Aristocratic funks, Iloyd George called them. Except for Churchill, who's quite out of it." The American commander and the U-boat man took to meeting in the bar each evening before dinner. Henry figured that it was his job to pump Grohke, as it might well be the German's to work on him. Grohke was a thorough professional, an engineering expert, and a real seafarer. He talked freely about the machinery144 in the present U-boats, and even confessed to problems with torpedoes145, a topic Henry was well versed146 in, though he discussed it cautiously. In Grohke's harassed147 disdain148 for politicians, he seemed like any American naval man. A satiric149 look came on his face when he spoke of the Nazis, and he said things that caused his wife, when she was with them, to give him warning glances. Alistair Tudsbury said to Pug one evening, as they sat on a couch in the main saloon watching the dancing, "You've been fraternizing with Jerry." 'In the line of business. I doubt Grohke's a Nazi.""Oh, those U-boat fellows are all right, as much as any Germans are." "You don't like the Germans." "Well. Let's talk about that after you've been there a month. Assuming I haven't been booted out." 'Of course I don't blame you. They gave your people hell." "No worse than we gave them. We won, you know." After a pause he said, "My eyes were spoiled at Amiens, when we broke through with the tanks. I commanded a tank battalion150, and was gassed. It was worth it, all in all, to see Jerry on the run. It was a long time coming." The captain of the Bremen, at the moment, was dancing with Rhoda. He had long capering151 legs, strange in a stout152 man. Rhoda was radiating enjoyment153. Pug was glad of this. Night after night she had been dancing with a very tall young officer, a blond-eagle type, all clicking bows and glittering blue eyes, who held her a bit too close. Pug had said something about it, and Rhoda had countered with a brief snarl154 about his spending the trip with his nose in books, and he had let it drop. She was being so complaisant155, on the whole, that he only wanted to keep things so. The captain brought her back. Pamela Tudsbury returned from a listless effort to follow the Hailing prances156 of an American college boy. She said, "I shall get myself a cane157 and a white wig158. They look so shattered if I refuse, but I really can hardly dance, and as for the Lindy Hop31-" The music struck up again, and Rhoda's tag young officer approached in spotless white and gold. An irritated look crossed Pug's face. The captain saw it, and under the loud music, as the officer drew near, he muttered half a dozen words. The young man stopped, faded back, and darted159 out of the saloon. Pug never saw him again. Rhoda, smiling and about to rise, was baffled by the young German's peculiar exit. 'Dance, Rhoda?" Pug got to his feet "What?" she said crossly. 'No, thanks." Pug extended a hand to the Tudsbury girl. 'Pamela?" She hesitated. 'You don't do the Lindy Hop?" Pug burst out laughing. "Well, one never knows with Americans." She danced in a heavy, inexperienced way. Pug liked her gentle manner, her helpless smile when she trod on his foot. "You can't be enjoying this," she said. 'I am. Do you think you'll be going back to the United States?" 'If Father gets thrown out of Germany, which seems inevitable160, I suppose we. Why?" "I have a son about your age with quite a fine record, and unlike me, tall and very handsome." Pamela made a face. "A Navy man? Never.
A girl in every port." At the captain's table, on the last night, there were white orchids at every lades place; and under these, white gold compacts. Champagne went round, and the topic of international politics finally surfaced. Everybody agreed that in this day and age war was a silly, wasteful161 way of settling differences, especially among advanced nations like England, France, and Germany. 'We're all of the same stock, all north Europeans," Tudsbury said. it's a sad thing when brothers fall out." The captain nodded happily. 'Exactly what I say. If we could only stick together, there would never be another war. The Bolsheviks would never move against so much power. And who else wants war?" All through the saloon people were wearing paper hats and tossing streamers, and Pug observed that the four Jews, whose table was not far away, were having as gay a time as everybody else, under the polite ministrations of smiling German waiters. The captain followed Henry's glance, and a genial162 superior grin relaxed his stern fat face. "You see, Commander? They are as welcome aboard the Bremen as anybody else, and get the same service. The exaggerations on that subject are fantastic." He turned to Tudsbury. 'Between us, aren't you journalists a wee bit responsible for making matters worse?" "Well, Captain," Tudsbury said, "journalism163 always looks for a theme, you know. One of the novel things about your government, to people " outside Germany, is its policy toward the Jews. And so it keeps turning up. "Tudsbury is not entirely164 wrong, Captain," Grohke broke in, draining his wineglass. "Outsiders think of nothing but the Jews nowadays when Germany is mentioned. That policy has been mishandled. I've said so many times. That and plenty of other things." He turned to Henry"Still, they're so unimportant, Victor, compared to what the Fuhrer has achieved: Germany has come back to life. That's God's truth. The people have work, they have food and houses, and they have spirit. What Hitler has done for our youth alone is just incredible." (The captain's eyes lit up and he emphatically nodded, exclaiming, "ja, ia!") "Under Weimar they were rioting, they were becoming communists, they were going in for sex perversions165 and drugs, it was just horrible. Now they're working, or training, or serving, all of them. They're happy! My crews are happy. You can't imagine what navy morale166 was like under the Republic-I tell you what." He struck the table. "You come visit our squadron, at the sub base in Swinemonde. You do that!
you're a man that can look at a navy yard or a ship's crew and see what's going on! It'll open your eyes. Will you?" Henry took a moment to reply, with everybody at the table turning expectantly to him. An invitation like this, if accepted, made mandatory167 a similar offer to the German naval attache in Washington. Did the navy want to trade glimpses of submarine bases with the Nazi regime? The decision was beyond Pug's power. He had to report the invitation to Washington and act on the dictated168 answer. He said, "I'd like that. Perhaps we can work it out." "Say yes. Forget the formalities!" Grohke waved both arms in the air. "It's a personal invitation from me to you, from one seaman169 to another. The U-boat command gets damn small budgets, and we're pretty iiidependent chaps. You can visit us with no strings170. I'll see to that." "His invitation wouldn't include me, would it?" Tudsbury said. Grohke hesitated, then laughed. "Why not? Come along, Tudsbury. The more the British know about what we've got, the less likely anybody is to make a hasty mistake." "Well, here may be an important little step for peace," said the captain, "transacted171 at my table! I feel honored, and we will have more champagne on it at once." And so the diners at the captain's table on the Bremen all drank to peace a few minutes before midnight, as the great liner slowed, approaching the shore lights of Nazi Germany. In bright sunshine, the Bremen moved like a train between low green banks of a wide river. Pug was at the rail of the sun deck, taking his old pleasure in the sight of land after a voyage. Rhoda was below in her usual fit of the snarls172 and the snaps. when they travelled together, Rhoda in deep martyrdom did the packing. Pug was an old hand at packing for himself, but Rhoda claimed she could never find anything he put away. "Oh, yes, the country is charming to look at," said Tudsbury, who had sauntered up and commenced a discourse173 on the scenery. "You'll see many a pretty north German town between Bremerhaven and Berlin. The heavy half-timbered kind of thing, that looks so much like English Tudor. "The fact is Germany and England have strong resemblances and links. You know of course that the Kaiser was Queen Victoria's grandson, that our royal family for a long time spoke only German? And yet on the whole the Jerries are stranger to us than Eskimos." He boomed a laugh and went on, sweeping174 a fat hand toward the shore: 'Yes, herethe Germans sit at the hart of Europe, Henry, these people being first cousins of ours, simmering and grumbling175 away, and every now and then they spill over in all directions, with a hideous176 roar. Out they pour from these lovely little towns, these fairy-tale landscapes, these clean handsome cities-wait till you Cologne, Nuremberg, Munich, even Berlin and Hamburgut they bubble, I say, these polite (see) blue-eyed music lovers, ravening178 for blood. It gets a bit unnerving. And now here's Hitler, bringing them to a boil again. You Americans may have to lend more of a hand than you did last time. We're fairly worn out with them, you know, we and the French." it had not escaped Henry that Tudsbury's talk, one way or another, usually came back to the theme of the United States fighting Germany. "That might not be in the cards, Tudsbury. We've got the Japanese on our hands. They're carving179 up China, and they've got a first-class fighting navy, growing every month. If they make the Pacific a Japanese lake and proceed to do what they want on the Asian mainland, the world will be theirs in fifty years." Tudsbury said, sticking his tongue out of a corner of his smiling mouth, "The Yellow Peril180." "It's a question of facts and numbers," Henry said. "How many people are there in all of Europe? Couple of hundred million? japan is now well on the way to ruling one billion people. They're as industrious181 as the Germans or more so. They came out of paper houses and silk kimonos in a couple of generations to defeat Russia. They're amazing. Compared to what faces us in Asia, this Hitler business strikes us as just more of the same old runty cat-and-dog fight in the back yard." Tudsbury peered at him, with a reluctant nod. "Possibly you underestimate the Germans." "Maybe you overestimate182 them. Why the devil didn't you and the French go in when they occupied the Rhineland? They broke a treaty. You could have walked in there at that point and hung Hitler, with not much more trouble than raiding a girls' dormitory." "Ah, the wisdom of hindsight," Tudsbury said. "Don't ask me to defend our politicians. It's been a radical183 breakdown184, a total failure of sen and nerve. I was talking and writing in 1936 the way you are now. At Munich I was close to suicide. I covered the whole thing. Czechoslovakia! A huge chain of strong fortifications, jutting185 deep into Germany's gut177. Fifty crack divisions, spoiling for a scrap186. The second biggest arms factory in the world. Russia and even France ready at last to stand up and fight. All this, six short months ago! And an Englishman, an Englishman, goes crawling across Europe to Hitler and hands him Czechoslovakia!"Tudsbury laughed mechanically and puffed187 at a cigarette made ragged188 by the breeze. 'I don't know. Maybe democracy isn't for the industrial age. If it's to survive, I think the Americans will have to put up the show." 'Why? why do you keep saying that? On paper you and the French still have the Germans badly licked. Don't you realize that? Manpower, firepower, steel, oil, coal, industrial plant, any way you add it up. They've got a small temporary lead in the air, but they've also got the Soviet189 union at their backs. It's not the walkover it was last year and two years ago, but you still figure to win." "Alas190, they've got the leadership." A strong hand clapped Henry's shoulder, and a voice tinged191 with irony said, 'Hell Hitler' Ernst Grohke stood there in a worn, creased192 navy uniform; with it he had put on a severe face and an erect193 posture194. "Well, gentlemen, here we are. Victor, in case I don't see you again in the confusion, where do I get in touch with you? The embassy?" 'Sure. Office of the Naval Attache." "Ah!" said Tudsbury. "Our little trip to Swinemilnde! So glad you haven't forgotten." 'I'll do my best to include you," said Grohke coldly. He shook hands with both of them, bowing and clicking his heels, and he left. "Come and say good-bye to Pamela," Tudsbury said. "She's below, packing." "I'll do that." Pug walked down the deck with the correspondent, who limped on a cane. "I have notions of matching her up with a son of mine." "Oh, have you?" Tudsbury gave him a waggish195 glance through his thick spectacles. "I warn you, she's a handful." "What? Why, I've never met a gentler or pleasanter girl." "Still waters," said Tudsbury. "I warn you." The Henrys had only just arrived in Berlin when they were invited Tto meet Hitler-It was a rare piece of luck, the embassy people told them. Chancellery receptions big enough to include military attaches were none too common. The Fuhrer was staying away from Berlin in order to damp down the war talk, but a visit of the Bulgarian prime minister had brought him back to the capital. WMIe Commander Henry studied the protocol196 of Nazi receptions in moments snatched from his piled-up office work, Rhoda flew into a twoday frenzy197 over her clothing, and over her hair, which she asserted had been ruined forever by the imbecile hairdresser of the Adlon Hotel (pug thought the hair looked more or less the same as always). She had brought no dresses in the least suitable for a formal afternoon reception in the spring. Why hadn't somebody warnedher? Three hours before the event Rhoda was still whirling in an embassy car from one Berlin dress shop to another. She burst into their hotel room clad in a pink silk suit with gold buttons and a gold net blouse. "How's this?" she barked. "Sally Forrest says Hitler likes pink." "Perfect!" Her husband thought the suit was terrible, and decidedly big on Rhoda, but it was no time for truth-telling. "Gad198, where did you ever find it?" Outside the hotel, long vertical199 red banners of almost transparent200 cheesecloth, with the black swastika in a white circle at their center, were swaying all along the breezy street, alternated with gaudy201 Bulgarian flags. The way to the chancellery was lined with more flags, a river of fluttering red, interspersed202 with dozens of Nazi standards in the style of Roman legion emblems-long poles topped by stylized gilt204 eagles perching on wreathed swastikas-and underneath205, in place of the Roman SPQR, the letterS NSDAP. "What on earth does NSDAP stand for?" Rhoda said, peering out of the window of the embassy car at the multitudinous gilded poles. 'National Socialist206 German Workers Party," said Pug. "Is that the name of the Nazis? How funny. Sounds sort of Commie when you spell it all out." Pug said, "Sure. Hitler got in on a red-hot radical program." "Did he? I never knew that. I thought he was against all that stuff. Well, it couldn't be more confusing, I mean European politics, but I do think all this is terribly exciting. Makes Washington seem dull and tame, doesn't it?" When Victor Henry first came into Hitler's new chancellery, he was incongruously reminded of Radio City Music Hall in New York. The opulent stretch of carpet, the long line of waiting people, the high ceiling, the great expanses of shiny marble, the inordinate207 length and height of the huge space, the gaudily208 uniformed men ushering209 the guests along, all added up to much the same theatrical210, vulgar, strained effort to be grand; but this was the seat of a major government, not a movie house. It seemed peculiar. An officer in blue took his name, and the slow-moving line carried the couple toward the Fuhrer, far down the hall. The SS guards were alike as chorus boys with their black-and-silver uniforms, black boots, square shoulders, blond waved hair, white teeth, bronzed skin, and blue eyes. Some shepherded the guests with careful smiles, others stood along the walls, blank-faced and stiff. Hitler was no taller than Henry himself; a small man with a prison haircut, leaning forward and bowing as he shook hands, his head to one side, hair falling on his forehead. This was Henry's flash impression, as he caught his first full-length look at the Fuhrer beside the burly muchmedalled Bulgarian, but in another moment it changed. Hitler had a remarkable211 smile. His down-curved mouth was rigid212 and tense, his eyes sternly self-confident, but when he smiled this fanatic213 look vanished; the whole face brightened up, showing a strong hint ofhumor, and a curious, almost boyish, shyness. Sometimes he held a guest's hand and conversed214. When he was particularly amused he laughed and made an odd sudden Move with his right knee: he lifted i-t and jerked it a little inward. His greeting to the two American couples ahead of the Henrys was casual. He did not smile, and his restless eyes wandered away from them and back again as he shook hands. A protocol officer in a sky-blue, gold-crusted Foreign Service uniform intoned in German: "The naval attache to the embassy of the United States of America, Commander Victor Henry!" The hand of the Fuhrer was dry, rough, and it seemed a bit swollen215. The clasp was firm as he scanned Henry's face. Seen this close the deepsunk eyes were pale blue, puffy, and somewhat glassy. Hitler appeared fatigued216; his pasty face had streaks217 of sunburn on his forehead, nose, and cheekbones, as though he had been persuaded to leave his desk in Berchtesgaden and come outside for a few hours. To be looking into this famous face with its hanging hair, thrusting nose, zealot's remote eyes, and small mustache was the strangest sensation of Henry's life. Hitler said, "Willkomnwn in Deutschland," and dropped his hand. Surprised that Hitler should be aware of his recent arrival, Pug stammered218, "Danke, Herr Reichskanzler." "Frau Henry!" Rhoda, her eyes gleaming, shook hands with Adolf Hitler. He said, in German, "I hope you are comfortable in Berlin." His voice was low, almost folksy; another surprise to Henry, who had only heard him shouting hoarsely219 on the radio or in the newsreels. "Well, Herr Reichskanzler, to tell the truth I've just begun looking for a house," Rhoda said breathlessly, too overcome to make a polite reply and move on. 'You will have no difficulty." Hitler's eyes softened220 and warmed at her clear German speech. Evidently he found Rhoda pretty. He kept her hand, faintly smiling. "But there are so many charming neighborhoods in Berlin that I'm bewildered. That's the real problem." This pleased or amused Hitler. He laughed, kicked his knee inward, and turning to an aide behind him, said a few words. The aide bowed. Hitler held out his hand to the next guest. The Henrys moved on to the Bulgarian. The reception did not last long. Colonel Forrest, the military attache, a fat Army Air officer from Idaho who had been in Germany for two years, introduced the Henrys to foreign attaches and Nazi leaders, including Goebbels and Ribbentrop, who looked just like their newsreel pictures, but oddly diminished. These two, with their perfunctory fast handshakes, madeHenry feel like the small fry he was; Hitler had not done that. Pug kept trying to watch Hitler. The Fuhrer wore black trousers, a gray double-breasted coat with an eagle emblem203 on one arm, and a small Iron Cross on his left breast. By American styles the clothes were cut much too full. This gave the leader of Germany the appearance of wearing secondhand, ill-fitting garments. Hitler from moment to moment looked restless, tired, or bored, or else he flashed into winning charm. He was seldom still. He shifted his feet, turned his head here and there, clasped his hands before him, folded them, gestured with them, spoke absently to most people and intensely to a few, and every so often did the little knee kick. Once Pug saw him eating small iced cakes from a plate, shoving them toward visitor. Shortly thereafter he left, and the gathering221 started to disperse222. his mouth with snatching greedy fingers while he talked to a bemedalled It was drizzling223 outside; the massed red flags were drooping224, and from the helmets of the erect guards water ran unheeded down their faces. The women clustered in the entrance while Pug, Colonel Forrest, and the charge daffaires went out to hail the embassy cars. The charge, a tall moustached man with a pale clever face full of wrinkles, and a weary air, ran the embassy. After the Crystal Night, President Roosevelt had recalled the ambassador, and had not yet sent him back. Everybody in the embassy disliked this policy. It cut the Americans off from some official channels, and hampered225 their ability to conduct business, even the business of interceding226 for Jews. The staff thought the President had made a political gesture toward the New York Jews that, in Germany, seemed ineffectual and laughable. The charge said to Henry, "Well, what did you think of the Fuhrer?" "I was impressed. He knew I'd just arrived." "Really? Well, now you've seen German thoroughness. Somebody checked, and briefed him." "But he remembered. In that long line." The charge smiled. "Politician's memory." Colonel Forrest rubbed his broad flat nose, smashed years ago in a plane crash, and said to the charge: "The Fuhrer had quite a chat with Mrs. Henry. What was it about, Pug?" "Nothing. just a word or two about house-hunting." "You have a beautiful wife," the charge said. "Hitler likes pretty women. And that's quite a striking suit she's wearing. They say Hitler likes pink." Two days later, Henry was working at the embassy at a morning pile of mail, in an office not unlike his old cubicle227 in War Plans-small, crowded with steel files, and piled with technical books and reports. This one had a window, and the view of Hitler's chancellery slightly jarred him each morning when he got there. His yeoman buzzed from a tiny anteroom smelling of mimeograph ink,cigarette smoke, and overbrewed coffee, like yeomen's anterooms everywhere. "Mrs. Henry, sir." It was early for Rhoda to be up. She said grumpily that a man named Knetiler, a renting agent for furnished homes, had sent his card to their hotel room, with a note saying he had been advised they were looking for a house. He was waiting in the lobby for an answer. "well, what can you lose?" Henry said. 'Go and look at his houses." "It seems so odd. You don't suppose Hitler sent him?" Pug laughed. 'Maybe his aide did." Rhoda called back at three-thirty in the afternoon. He had just ' returned from lunch. "Yes?" he yawned. "What now?" The long heavy minebibbing meal of the diplomats228 was still too much for him. "There's this wonderful house in the Grunewald section, right on a lake. It even has a tennis court! The price is ridiculously cheap, it doesn't come to a hundred dollars a month. Can you come right away and look at it?" Pug went. It was a heavily built gray stone mansion229 roofed in red tile, set amid tall old trees on a smooth lawn sloping to the water's edge. The tennis court was in back, beside a formal garden with flower beds in bloom around a marble fountain swarming230 with large goldfish. Inside the house were Oriental carpets, large gilt-framed old paintings, a walnut231 dining table with sixteen blue silk-upholstered chairs, and a long living room cluttered232 with elegant French pieces. The place had five upstairs bedrooms and three marbled baths. The agent, a plump matter-of-fact man of thirty or so, with straight brown hair and rimless233 glasses, might have been an American real estate broker234. Indeed he said that his brother was a realtor in Chicago and that he had once worked in his office. Pug asked him why the price was so low. The agent cheerfully explained in good English that the ovmer, Herr Rosenthal, was a Jewish manufacturer, and that the house was vacant because of a new ruling affecting Jews. So he badly needed a tenant235. "What's this new ruling?" Henry asked. 'I'm not too clear on it. Something related to their owning real estate." Knetiler spoke in an entirely offhand tone, as though he were discussing a zoning regulation in Chicago.
"Does this man know you're offering the house to us, and at what price?" Pug said. "Naturally." "When can I meet him?" "Any time you say." Next day Pug used his lunch hour for an appointment with the owner. After introducing them in the doorway236 of the house, the agent went and sat in his car. Herr Rosenthal, a gray-headed, paunchy, highly dignified237 individual, clad in a dark suit of excellent English cut, invited Henry inside. 'It's a beautiful house," Henry said in German. Rosenthal glanced around with wistful affection, gestured to a chair, and sat down. "Thank you. We're fond of it, and have spent a lot of time and money on it." "Mrs. Henry and I feel awkward about leasing the place." "Why?" The Jew looked surprised. "You're desirable tenants238. If a lower rent would help-" "Good lord, no! It's an incredibly low rent. But will you actually receive the money?" "Of course. Who else? It's my house." Rosenthal spoke firmly and proudly. "With the agent's commission deducted239, and certain municipal fees, I'll receive every penny." Pug pointed a thumb at the front door. "Knetler told me that some new ruling compels you to rent it." "That won't affect you as tenant, I assure you. Are you thinking of a two-year lease? I myself would prefer that." "But what's this ruling?" Though they were alone in an unoccupied house, Rosenthal glanced over one shoulder and then the other, and dropped his voice. "Well-it's an emergency decree, you understand; I am sure it will eventually be cancelled. In fact I have been assured of that by people in high places. Meantime this property can be placed under a trusteeship and sold at any time without my consent. However, if there's a tenant in residence with diplomatic immunity240, that can't be done." Rosenthal smiled. "Hence the modest rent, Herr Commandant! You see, I'm not hiding anything." "May I ask you a question? Why don't you sell out and leave Germany?" The Jew blinked. His face remained debonair241 and imposing242. "My family has a business here more than one hundred years old. We refine sugar. My children are at school in England, but my wife and I are comfortable enough in Berlin. We are both native Berliners." He sighed, looked around at the snug243 rosewood-panelled library in which they sat, and went on: "Thingsare not as bad as they were in 1938. That was the worst. If there is no war, they'll improve quickly. I've been told this seriously by some high officials. Old friends of mine." Rosenthal hesitated, and added, "The Fuhrer has done remarkable things for the country. It would be foolish to deny that. I have lived through other bad times. I was shot through a lung in Belgium in 1914. A man goes through a lot in a lifetime." He spread his hands in a graceful244 resigned gesture. Victor Henry said, "Well, Mrs. Henry loves the house, but I don't want to take advantage of anybody's misfortune." "You'll be doing just the opposite. You know that now. Two years?" "How about one year, with an option to renew?" At once Rosenthal stood and held out his hand. Henry rose and shook it. "We should have a drink on it perhaps," said Rosenthal, "but we emptied the liquor closet when we left. Liquor doesn't last long in a vacant house." It felt odd the first night, sleeping in the Rosenthals' broad soft bed with its exquisite French petit-point footboard and headboard. But within a few days, the Henrys were at home in the mansion and busy with a new life. From an employment agency suggested by the agent came a maid, a cook, and a houseman-chauffeur, all first-rate servants, and-Henry assumed-all planted informers. He checked the electric mitring of the house for listening devices. The German equipment and circuits were strange to him, and he found nothing. Still, he and Rhoda walked on the lawn to discuss touchy245 matters. A whirling couple of weeks passed. They saw Hitler once more at an opera gala, this time at a distance, up in a crimson246 damask-lined box. His white tie and tails were again too big, emphasizing his Charlie Chaplin air of a dressed-up vagrant, despite his severe stiff saluting247 and the cheers and applause of beautiful women and important-looking men, all stretching their necks to stare worshipfully. At two receptions arranged for the Henrys, one at the home of the charge and one at Colonel Foffest's house, they met many foreign diplomats and prominent German industrialists248, artists, politicians, and military men. Rhoda made a quick hit. Notwithstanding her panic before the chancellery reception, she had brought a large costly249 wardrobe. She sparkled in her new clothes. Her German kept improving. She liked Berlin and its people. The Germans sensed this and warmed to her, though some embassy people who detested250 the regime were taken aback by her cordiality to Nazis. Pug was something of a bear at these parties, standing119 silent unless spoken to. But Rhoda's success covered for him.
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