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made Henry 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 emblem 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 gathering started to disperse. his cheap mbts mouth with snatching greedy fingers while he talked to a bemedalled It was drizzling outside; the massed red flags were drooping, 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 mbt shoes clearance 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 hampered their ability to conduct business, even the business of interceding 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.” Somebody checked, and “Really? Well, now you’ve seen German thoroughness. briefed him.” “But he remembered. The charge smiled. In that long line.” “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.” And “You have a beautiful wife,” the charge said. “Hitler likes pretty women. 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 cubicle 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 mbt walking shoes 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?” “It seems so odd. Henry said. ‘Go and look at his houses.” 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 diplomats 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 mansion roofed in red tile, set amid tall old trees on a smooth lawn sloping to <a href="http://item.taobao.com/item.htm?id=13027312543"><strong>è€�克阿甘跑æ* ¥éž‹</strong></a> the water’s edge. The tennis court was in back, beside a formal garden with flower beds in bloom around a marble fountain swarming with large goldfish. Inside the house were Oriental carpets, large gilt-framed old paintings, a walnut dining table with sixteen blue silk-upholstered chairs, and a long living room cluttered 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 rimless glasses, might have been an MBT Trainers UK American real estate broker. 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 mbt footwear that the house was vacant because of a new ruling affecting mbt uk Jews. So he badly needed a tenant. “What’s this new ruling?” ‘I’m not too clear on it. Henry asked. 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 doorway of the house, the agent went and sat in his car. Herr Rosenthal, a gray-headed, paunchy, highly dignified 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.” “You’re desirable tenants. If a lower rent “Why?” The Jew looked surprised. 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 deducted, and certain municipal fees, I’ll receive every penny.” Pug pointed a thumb at the front door. compels you to rent it.” “Knetler told me that some new ruling “That won’t affect you as tenant, I assure you. lease? I myself would prefer that.” “But what’s this ruling?” Are you thinking of a two-year 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 immunity, 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 debonair and imposing. “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 snug rosewoodpanelled library in which they sat, and went on: “Things are not as bad as they were in 1938. That was the worst. If there is no war, they’ll improve quickly. Old friends of mine.” I’ve been told this seriously by some high officials. 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 mbt 1914. A man goes through a lot in a lifetime.” He spread his hands in a graceful 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 <a href="http://lpsq.taobao.com/"><strong>è€�å…‹è·‘éž‹</strong></a> 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 mbt shoes uk 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 touchy matters. A whirling couple of weeks passed. They saw Hitler once more at an opera gala, this time at a distance, up in a crimson 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 saluting 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 industrialists, artists, politicians, and military men. Rhoda made a quick hit. Notwithstanding her panic before the chancellery reception, she had brought a large costly 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 detested the regime were taken aback by her cordiality to Nazis. Pug was something of a bear at these parties, standing silent unless spoken to. But Rhoda’s success covered for him. Rhoda was not blind to the Nazi abuses. After her first walk in the Tiergarten, she refused to MBTS Sandals go back. It was far more clean, pretty, and charming than any American public park, she admitted, but the signs on the benches, juDEN vERBoTEN, were nauseating. Seeing similar signs in restaurant windows, she would recoil and demand to go elsewhere. Pug told her of his interview with Rosenthal, she had a deep attack of,the blues: she wanted to forgo the house and even talked of getting out of Germany. “My, imagine! Renting out that beautiful house for a song, just to keep it from being sold over his head-to some fat Nazi, no doubt, lying in wait to pick it off cheap. How horrible.” But she agreed that they had better take it. They had to live somewhere, and the house was divine. Day by day, she reacted less to such things, seeing how commonplace they were in Berlin, and how cheap mbt shoes much taken for granted. When Sally Forrest, who loathed the Nazis, took her to lunch at a restaurant where a window placard announced that Jews were not served, it seemed silly to protest. Soon she ate in such places without a second thought. In time, the Tiergarten became her favorite place for a Sunday stroll. But she insisted that anti-Semitism was a blot on an otherwise exciting, lovely land. She would say so to prominent Nazis. Some stiffened, others tolerantly smirked. A few hinted that the problem would straighten out in time. “I’m an American to the bone, going back six generations,” she would say, ‘and I’ll never see eye to eye with you on this business of the Jews. It’s absolutely awful.” Most Germans seemed resigned to this independent, outspoken manner of American women and the way their husbands tolerated it; they regarded it as a national oddity. Victor Henry stayed off the Jewish topic. Nazi Germany was a big, not readily digestible lump of new life. Most foreigners were strongly for or against the Nazis. The correspondents, as Kip Tollever had observed, hated them to a man. Within the embassy views varied. According to some, Hitler was the greatest menace to America since 1776. He would stop at nothing less than world rule, and the day he was strong enough, he mbt shoes uk would attack the United States. Others saw him as a benefactor, the only bulwark in Europe against Communism. The democracies had shown themselves impotent against the spread of Bolshevist parties, they said. Hitler fought totalitarian fire with hotter and stronger fire. These judgments, either way, stood on slender bases of knowledge. Pressing his new acquaintances for facts, Victor Henry got vehement opinions and gestures. Statistics abounded in sheaves of analyses and rePorts, but too much of this stuff came down to guesses, propaganda, and questionable paid intelligence. He tried to study German history late at night and found it a muddy tangle going back more than a thousand years. In it he could find no pattern and no guide at all to the problems Of 1939. just to figure out where the Nazis had come from, and what the secret was of Hitler’s hold on the Germans, seemed a task beyond him and beyond anybody he talked to; even the outlandish question of German anti-Semitism had a dozen different explanations, depending on which of any twelve Foreign Service men you asked. Commander Henry decided that he would grope uselessly if he tried to fathom these major matters in a hurry. Military capacity was something he knew about; it was a narrow but derisive aspect of Hitler’s Third Empire. Was Nazi Germany as strong as the ever-marching columns in the streets, mbt footwear and the throngs of uniforms in cafes, suggested? Was it all a show, no more substantial than the transparent red cheesecloth of the towering swastika banners? 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