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e're　not　needed　now。　So　if　you　suddenly　feel　some　need　to　perform　some　public　service　that　is　not　your　job；　why　don't　you　help　with　the　garbage　collection？〃
　〃I　want　that　extra　day。〃
　〃Why？〃　Smith　was　getting　annoyed。
　〃Would　it　surprise　you　if　I　told　you　I　want　to　get　laid。〃　Remo　used　hard　terms；　lest　Smith　suspect　affection。
　〃Anyone　special？〃
　〃One　of　the　scientists。〃
　〃Not　that　f　airy？〃
　〃No。　Doctor　Hirshbloom。〃
　〃Remo。〃　Smith's　voice　was　suddenly　harsh　and　imperious。　〃Stay　away　from　her。　She's　an　ally　and　she'll　be　working　with　our　people　to　clear　up　this　mess。　She'll　finger　the　targets。〃
　〃She'll　work　better　if　she's　well…laid。〃
　〃Leave　her　alone。〃
　〃What　about　the　sex　photographer？〃
　〃All　part　of　the　same　thing。　Blackmail　against　the　government。　I　tell　you；　it's　in　good　hands。　Now　get　out　of　there　before　you　get　arrested　for　loitering。　We're　closing　this　number。　We'll　reach　you。　You　get　lost　until　we　do。　That's　an　order。〃
　Remo　hung　up。　Screw　Smith　and　screw　CURE。　He　was　staying　and　he　was　having　his　day　with　Deborah。　That　was　it。　Insubordination。　He　had　peaked　too　long。　If　he　hung　around；　they　would　be　after　him　to　set　him　up。　But　a　setup　is　not　a　follow…through　and　he　was　not　a　part　to　be　replaced　easily。　Or　was　he？
　Well；　if　it　came　to　that；　he　couldn't　think　of　a　better　reason　to　go。　Conrad　MacCleary　chose　patriotism。　Remo　Williams　chose　a　woman。　Maybe　another　day；　he　would　feel　differently。　But　today　was　today　and　it　was　August　and　he　was　going　to　stick　it　to　Deborah；　and　then　go　to　Henrici's　Restaurant　in　Dayton；　Ohio；　for　a　Wednesday　night　meal；　and　keep　going　to　Wednesday　night　meals　until　they　found　him。
　On　impulse；　he　dialed　Dial…a…Prayer　again。　A　tape　recording　told　him　〃The　number　you　have　reached　is　not　a　working　number。〃
　Fast。
　Outside；　Brewster　was　ing　to。　The　first　words　he　said　to　Remo　as　soon　as　he　regained　his　balance　were　〃Are　you　all　right；　son？〃
　〃Yes；　Nils。　Thank　you。〃。
　〃Do　you　need　help？〃
　〃I。。。。〃　Remo　paused。　〃Couldn't　make　the　phone　call　to　the　police。〃
　〃That's　all　right。　I　understand。　You've　been　through　hell。　It's　a　very　difficult　job　to　be　security　officer。〃
　〃I　don't　know　if　I　can；　can　continue　in　the　job。　Not　now。〃
　〃Yes；　you　can；〃　Brewster　said　firmly。　〃Because　we're　doubling　your　salary。　You're　the　first　policeman　good　enough　for　the　job。　And　that's　that。　Don't　say　no。　I　know　men。　You're　the　first　one　good　enough　for　Brewster　Forum。　I'll　make　the　phone　call　to　the　police。〃
　Remo　thanked　Dr。　Brewster　who　fumbled　a　dime　into　the　telephone　and　dialed　the　emergency　number　listed　on　the　board　above　the　coin　slots。　He　winked　at　Remo；　made　an　okay　sign　with　his　right　hand；　and　began　to　babble　incoherently　into　the　receiver。
　Remo　waved　at　Brewster；　who　was　gesticulating　wildly　with　his　free　hand；　as　he　shouted　into　the　phone：　〃Dead。　Aaah。　Dead。　Ooooh。　Help。　Dead。　Brewster　Forum。　Blood。〃
　And　Remo　sauntered　off；　flatfooted；　off　balance　and　laughing　at　himself。　The　flush　of　relaxation　might　have　explained　why　he　was　about　to　enter　the　first　black…out　period　of　his　life。
　
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　The　man　once　known　as　Dr。　Hans　Frichtmann　examined　the　new　negatives。　The　lighting　was　not　as　good　as　on　the　others；　but　it　would　do。　And　the　set　was　plete。　He　would　take　pains　that　no　illiterate　cop　would　steal　these　as　McCarthy　must　have　done　with　the　first　set。　An　insignificant　Irish　life　for　a　brilliant　plan。　Funny　how　a　flea　could　clog　a　great　engine。
　〃Well；　no　matter。　The　Jewess　had　been　the　last。　One　could　almost　develop　a　fondness　for　the　animals　if　they　were　not　so　annoying。
　The　average　German　had　not　understood。　They　had　reaped　the　benefits；　but　they　did　not　want　to　know　about　the　dirty　work。　They　had　almost　made　the　world　Jew…free；　and　did　the　world　appreciate　it？　How　did　they　expect　them　to　get　rid　of　Jews　if　not　by　gassing　them　and　burning　them？
　Oh；　certainly　everyone　at　home　cheered　when　you　were　on　top　and　they　did　not　have　to　get　their　sweet　little　hands　dirty。　But　when　you　lost；　the　shock。　No　one　was　political。
　Not　when　you　lost。　But　they　had　cheered　you　when　you　were　winning。　Did　they　expect　the　Jews　to　disappear　without　mass　killing？　Just　by　wishing？　Of　course；　it　was　unpleasant。　That　was　the　price　one　must　pay。　There　were　even　some　Jews　he　would　have　saved　if　he　could。　Some　he　respected　more　than　Germans。　But　if　you　started　making　an　exception　here　and　an　exception　there；　then　where　were　you？　Jews。　All　over。
　He　didn't　ask　for　the　Jews　to　be　in　the　world。　He　hadn't　put　them　there。　Hadn't　made　them　like　they　were。　He　was　building　a　better　world。　And　if　it　took　some　unpleasantness；　then　certain　brave　people　would　do　it。　Nobody　had　seen　the　Germany　he　had　seen　or　lived　in　the　Germany　he　had　lived　in。　Chaos。　Disorder。　Der　Fuhrer　had　ended　it　and　given　Germany　back　its　soul。
　But　the　Germans　had　failed　the　party　and　the　nation。　Because　they　were　not　worthy　of　their　heritage。　A　little　trouble　and　they　collapsed；　and　then　every　one　of　the　little　hypocrites　ran　around　saying　he　didn't　know；　he　was　sorry。　Well；　they　were　not　strong　enough　to　know；　only　to　reap　the　benefits。　They　could　have　known。　The　evidence　was　there。
　Where　did　they　think　all　the　Jews　went　that　disappeared　in　box　cars？　To　Grossinger's？
　He　had　to　laugh　at　that。　Even　the　generals　in　their　cars　and　with　their　fancy　servants。　Turning　their　heads；　going　through　convulsions　not　to　see　the　blood　that　he　had　to　live　through　daily。　And　he　was　a　doctor。　But　he　was　a　German　and　a　Nazi。
　Their　clean　hands。　The　swine。　Looking　down　on　him。　How　dare　they；　those　generals？　He　remembered　a　night　at　Horcher's　in　Berlin。　It　had　been　furlough　from　the　camp　in　Poland。　He　had　sent　a　drink　to　the　young　staff　officer；　sitting　with　his　lady　friend　at　the　next　table。　The　drink　had　e　back　untouched。
　〃What？　An　officer　from　the　Afrika　Corps　refusing　a　drink？　I've　never　heard　of　such　a　thing。〃
　He　said　this　with　as　much　warmth　as　possible。　They　were　all　Germans　after　all；　especially　under　the　new　order。　He　had　gone　through　medical　school；　the　son　of　a　carpenter。　So　the　officer　obviously　was　aristocracy。　But　what　did　that　mean　now？　In　the　new　Germany；　they　were　all　one。　One　race。　The　master　race。
　〃Will　you　not　share　a　drink　with　a　fellow　officer？〃　he　had　asked。　And　the　arrogant　swine　had　answered：
　〃With　a　fellow　officer　I　would。〃
　That　had　done　it。　〃You　think　you　are　so　fine　in　here；　eating　the　best　of　foods；　drinking　the　best　of　wines。　Why　do　you　live　so　well？　Because　of　me。〃
　The　officer　had　tried　to　ignore　him。　But　one　could　not　ignore　a　man　who　refused　to　be　ignored**
　〃I　see　your　lady　friend　eats　delicately。　In　our　camps　we　do　not　have　the　luxury　of　delicacy。　We　must　have　the　gold　teeth　pulled　out　of　the　heads　of　Jews　because　Germany　needs　the　money。　To　pay　you　and　put　wine　on　your　table。　The　fatherland　needs　the　hair　of　Jew　children　and　the　clothes　of　the　processed　people。
　〃Who　do　you　think　is　putting　the　food　on　that　table？　I　am。　By　killing　the　inferior　races　so　that　you　can　live　in　your　delicate　fort。　Do　you　know　what　it　is　like　to　rip　out　someone's　testicles？　But　I　must；　so　we　will　know　more　about　reproduction　for　your　fort。
　〃Hey；　high…class　lady！　Have　you　ever　seen　so　many　people　in　a　ditch；　that　the　blood　seeps　up　through　the　earth　that　covers　it？　Does　that　go　well　with　your　chocolate　mousse？　Eh？　How　does　that　go？〃
　They　had　left；　of　course。　Run　away；　leaving　the　dirty　work　for　men　strong　enough　to　do　it。　Naturally；　he　had　been　arrested　that　night　for　disorderly　conduct　and　given　a　stern　rebuke　for　his　loose　tongue。　But　doctors　were　scarce。　And　the　SS　understood；　　espite　what　was　said　of　them　after　the　war。
　He　put　the　negatives　back　in　the　envelope。　With　these；　he　had　just　the　wedge　to　give　his　new　employers　who；　as　coincidence　would　have　it；　were　also　building　a　great　new　world。　With　these；　one　could　easily　begin　to　work　effectively。　Oh；　not　to　get　anything　major　all　at　once；　but　to　force　a　scientist　to　take　a　visit　to　a　city　in　another　country　and　just　talk*　about　things。　These　photos　could　enslave　America's　greatest　brains　for　their　entire　lifetimes。
　A　perfect　plan。　Almost　ruined　by　that　Irish　cop；　but　salvaged。　The　new　policeman？　Well；　he　was　something　？　more。　Luckier　than　McCarthy　and　better。　But　still　only　a　policeman　and　it　was　too　late　for　him　to　do　anything　anyway。　Dr。　Hans　Frichtmann　allowed　himself　a　touch　of　regret　that　he　would　not　be　around　long　enough　to　teach　a　final　permanent　lesson　to　Remo　Pelham。
　
　CHAPTER　TWENTY…TWO
　
　First　there　was　the　note。
　Deborah　was　not　home。　The　door　was　unlocked；　her　cottage　empty　of　her；　and　a　note　on　the　desk；　sealed　in　an　envelope　with　Remo's　name　on　it。　The　bitch。　The　little　Jew　bitch。　That　little　whore　Remo　had　been　willing　to　die　for；　just　to　screw。　She　probably　gave　it　away　for　shekels。
　Smith　had　been　right。　He　had　been　descending　so　fast　that　he　was　incapable　of　correct　judgment。　She　had　given　him　a　feel　and　sidestepped　him。　Quick　and　neat。
　Well；　he　would　find　her。　He　would　find　Miss　Quick　and　Neat　and　break　her　arm。　Just　to　let　you　know；　baby；　you　ain't　that　good。　No。　Never　mind。　He　would　read　the　note　and　leave。　And　if　he　ever　saw　her　again；　he　would　kill　her；　because