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2For a week Mr. R. Childan had been anxiously watching the mail. But the valuable shipment from
3the Rocky Mountain States had not arrived. As he opened up his store on Friday morning and saw
4only letters on the floor by the mail slot he thought, I'm going to have an angry customer.
5 Pouring himself a cup of instant tea from the five-cent wall dispenser he got a broom and began
6to sweep; soon he had the front of American Artistic Handcrafts Inc. ready for the day, all spick
7and span with the cash register full of change, a fresh vase of marigolds, and the radio playing
8background music. Outdoors along the sidewalk businessmen hurried toward their offices along
9Montgomery Street. Far off, a cable car passed; Childan halted to watch it with pleasure. Women in
10their long colorful silk dresses . . . he watched them, too. Then the phone rang. He turned to answer
11it.
12 'Yes,' a familiar voice said to his answer. Childan's heart sank. 'This is Mr. Tagomi. Did my Civil
13War recruiting poster arrive yet, sir? Please recall; you promised it sometime last week.' The fussy,
14brisk voice, barely polite, barely keeping the code. 'Did I not give you a deposit, sir, Mr. Childan,
15with that stipulation? This is to be a gift, you see. I explained that. A client.'
16 'Extensive inquiries,' Childan began, 'which I've had made at my own expense, Mr. Tagomi, sir,
17regarding the promised parcel, which you realize originates outside of this region and is therefore--'
18 But Tagomi broke in, 'Then it has not arrived.'
19 'No, Mr. Tagomi, sir.'
20 An icy pause.
21 'I can wait no furthermore,' Tagomi said.
22 'No sir.' Childan gazed morosely through the store window at the warm bright day and the San
23Francisco office buildings.
24 'A substitute, then. Your recommendation, Mr. Childan?' Tagomi deliberately mispronounced
25the name; insult within the code that made Childan's ears burn. Place pulled, the dreadful
26mortification of their situation. Robert Childan's aspirations and fears and torments rose up and
27exposed themselves, swamped him, stopping his tongue. He stammered, his hand sticky on the
28phone. The air of his store smelled of the marigolds; the music played on, but he felt as if he were
29falling into some distant sea.
30 'Well . . .' he managed to mutter. 'Butter churn. Icecream maker circa 1900.' His mind refused to
31think. Just when you forgot about it; just when you fool yourself. He was thirty-eight years old, and
32he could remember the prewar days, the other times. Franklin D. Roosevelt and the World's Fair;
33the former better world. 'Could I bring various desirable items out to your business location?' he
34mumbled.
35 An appointment was made for two o'clock. Have to shut store, he knew as he hung up the phone.
36No choice. Have to keep goodwill of such customers; business depends on them.
37 Standing shakily, he became aware that someone — a couple — had entered the store. Young
38man and girl, both handsome, well-dressed. Ideal. He calmed himself and moved professionally,
39easily, in their direction, smiling. They were bending to scrutinize a counter display, had picked up
40a lovely ashtray. Married, he guessed. Live out in City of the Winding Mists, the new exclusive
41apartments on Skyline overlooking Belmont.
42 'Hello,' he said, and felt better. They smiled at him without any superiority, only kindness. His
43displays — which really were the best of their kind on the Coast — had awed them a little; he saw
44that and was grateful. They understood.
45 'Really excellent pieces, sir,' the young man said.
46 Childan bowed spontaneously.
47 Their eyes, warm not only with human bond but with the shared enjoyment of the art objects he
48sold, their mutual tastes and satisfactions, remained fixed on him; they were thanking him for
49having things like these for them to see, pick up and examine, handle perhaps without even buying.
50Yes, he thought, they know what sort of store they are in; this is not tourist trash, not redwood
51plaques reading MUIR WOODS, MARIN COUNTY, PSA, or funny signs or girly rings or
52postcards or views of the Bridge. The girl's eyes especially, large, dark. How easily, Childan
53thought, I could fall in love with a girl like this. How tragic my life, then; as if it weren't bad
54enough already. The stylish black hair, lacquered nails, pierced ears for the long dangling brass
55handmade earrings.
56 'Your earrings,' he murmured. 'Purchased here, perhaps?'
57 'No,' she said. 'At home.'
58 Childan nodded. No contemporary American art; only the past could be represented here, in a
59store such as his. 'You are here for long?' he asked. 'To our San Francisco?'
60 'I'm stationed here indefinitely,' the man said. 'With Standard of Living for Unfortunate Areas
61Planning Commission of Inquiry.' Pride showed on his face. Not the military. Not one of the gumchewing
62boorish draftees with their greedy peasant faces, wandering up Market Street, gaping at
63the bawdy shows, the sex movies, the shooting galleries, the cheap nightclubs with photos of
64middle-aged blondes holding their nipples between their wrinkled fingers and leering . . . the
65honkytonk jazz slums that made up most of the flat part of San Francisco, rickety tin and board
66shacks that had sprung up from the ruins even before the last bomb fell. No — this man was of the
67elite. Cultured, educated, even more so than Mr. Tagomi, who was after all a high official with the
68ranking Trade Mission on the Pacific Coast. Tagomi was an old man. His attitudes had formed in
69the War Cabinet days.
70 'Had you wished American traditional ethnic art objects as a gift?' Childan asked. 'Or to decorate
71perhaps a new apartment for your stay here?' If the latter . . . his heart picked up.
72 'An accurate guess,' the girl said. 'We are starting to decorate. A bit undecided. Do you think you
73could inform us?'
74 'I could arrange to arrive at your apartment, yes,' Childan said. 'Bringing several hand cases, I
75can suggest in context, at your leisure. This, of course, is our speciality.' He dropped his eyes so as
76to conceal his hope. There might be thousands of dollars involved. 'I am getting in a New England
77table, maple, all wood-pegged, no nails. Immense beauty and worth. And a mirror from the time of
78the 1812 War. And also the aboriginal art: a group of vegetable-dyed goat-hair rugs.'
79 'I myself,' the man said, 'prefer the art of the cities.'
80 'Yes,' Childan said eagerly. 'Listen, sir. I have a mural from WPA post-office period, original,
81done on board, four sections, depicting Horace Greeley. Priceless collector's item.'
82 'Ah,' the man said, his dark eyes flashing.
83 'And a Victrola cabinet of 1920 made into a liquor cabinet.'
84 'Ah.'
85 'And, sir, listen: framed signed picture of Jean Harlow.'
86 The man goggled at him.
87 'Shall we make arrangements?' Childan said, seizing this correct psychological instant. From his
88inner coat pocket he brought his pen, notebook. 'I shall take your name and address, sir and lady.'
89 Afterward, as the couple strolled from his store, Childan stood, hands behind his back, watching
90the street. Joy. If all business days were like this . . . but it was more than business, the success of
91his store. It was a chance to meet a young Japanese couple socially, on a basis of acceptance of him
92as a man rather than him as a yank or, at best, a tradesman who sold art objects. Yes, these new
93young people, of the rising generation, who did not remember the days before the war or even the
94war itself — they were the hope of the world. Place difference did not have the significance for
95them.
96 It will end, Childan thought. Someday. The very idea of place. Not governed and governing, but
97people.
98 And yet he trembled with fear, imagining himself knocking at their door. He examined his notes.
99The Kasouras. Being admitted, no doubt offered tea. Would he do the right thing? Know the proper
100act and utterance at each moment? Or would he disgrace himself, like an animal, by some dismal
101faux pas?
102 The girl's name was Betty. Such understanding in her face, he thought. The gentle, sympathetic
103eyes. Surely, even in the short time in the store, she had glimpsed his hopes and defeats.
104 His hopes — he felt suddenly dizzy. What aspirations bordering on the insane if not the suicidal
105did he have? But it was known, relations between Japanese and yanks, although generally it was
106between a Japanese man and yank woman. This. . . he quailed at the idea. And she was married. He
107whipped his mind away from the pageant of his involuntary thoughts and began busily opening the
108morning's mail.
109 His hands, he discovered, were still shaking. And then he recalled his two o'clock appointment
110with Mr. Tagomi; at that, his hands ceased shaking and his nervousness became determination. I've
111got to come up with something acceptable, he said to himself. Where? How? What? A phone call.
112Sources. Business ability. Scrape up a fully restored 1929 Ford including fabric top (black). Grand
113slam to keep patronage forever. Crated original mint trimotor airmail plane discovered in barn in
114Alabama, etc. Produce mummified head of Mr. B. Bill, including flowing white hair; sensational
115American artifact. Make my reputation in top connoisseur circles throughout Pacific, not excluding
116Home Islands.
117 To inspire himself, he lit up a marijuana cigarette, excellent Land-O-Smiles brand.
118 In his room on Hayes Street, Frank Frink lay in bed wondering how to get up. Sun glared past
119the blind onto the heap of clothes that had fallen to the floor. His glasses, too. Would he step on
120them? Try to get to bathroom by other route, he thought. Crawl or roll. His head ached but he did
121not feel sad. Never look back, he decided. Time? The clock on the dresser. Eleven-thirty! Good
122grief. But still he lay.
123 I'm fired, he thought.
124 Yesterday he had done wrong at the factory. Spouted the wrong kind of talk to Mr. WyndamMatson,
125who had a dished-in face with Socrates-type nose, diamond ring, gold fly zipper. In other
126words, a power. A throne. Frink's thoughts wandered groggily.
127 Yes, he thought, and now they'll blacklist me; my skill is no use — I have no trade. Fifteen years'
128experience. Gone.
129 And now he would have to appear at the Laborers' Justification Commission for a revision of his
130work category. Since he had never been able to make out Wyndam-Matson's relationship to the
131pinocs — the puppet white government at Sacramento — he could not fathom his ex-employer's 
132power to sway the real authorities, the Japanese. The LJC was pinoc run. He would be facing four
133or five middle-aged plump white faces, on the order of Wyndam-Matson's. If he failed to get
134justification there, he would make his way to one of the Import-Export Trade Missions which
135operated out of Tokyo, and which had offices throughout California, Oregon, Washington, and the
136parts of Nevada included in the Pacific States of America. But if he failed successfully to plead
137there . . .
138 Plans roamed his mind as he lay in bed gazing up at the ancient light fixture in the ceiling. He
139could for instance slip across into the Rocky Mountain States. But it was loosely banded to the
140PSA, and might extradite him. What about the South? His body recoiled. Ugh. Not that. As a white
141man he would have plenty of place, in fact more than he had here in the PSA. But . . . he did not
142want that kind of place.
143 And, worse, the South had a cat's cradle of ties, economic, ideological, and god knew what, with
144the Reich. And Frank Frink was a Jew.
145 His original name was Frank Fink. He had been born on the East Coast, in New York, and in
1461941 he had been drafted into the Army of the United States of America, right after the collapse of
147Russia. After the Japs had taken Hawaii he had been sent to the West Coast. When the war ended,
148there he was, on the Japanese side of the settlement line. And here he was today, fifteen years later.
149 In 1947, on Capitulation Day, he had more or less gone berserk. Hating the Japs as he did, he had
150vowed revenge; he had buried his Service weapons ten feet underground, in a basement, wellwrapped
151and oiled, for the day he and his buddies arose. However, time was the great healer, a fact
152he had not taken into account. When he thought of the idea now, the great blood bath, the purging
153of the pinocs and their masters, he felt as if were reviewing one of those stained yearbooks from his
154high school days, coming upon an account of his boyhood aspirations. Frank 'Goldfish' Fink is
155going to be a paleontologist and vows to marry Norma Prout. Norma Prout was the class schones
156Mädchen, and he really had vowed to marry her. That was all so goddam long ago, like listening to
157Fred Allen or seeing a W. C. Fields movie. Since 1947 he had probably seen or talked to six
158hundred thousand Japanese, and the desire to do violence to any or all of them had simply never
159materialized, after the first few months. It just was not relevant any more.
160 But wait. There was one, a Mr. Omuro, who had bought control of a great area of rental property
161in downtown San Francisco, and who for a time had been Frank's landlord. There was a bad apple,
162he thought. A shark who had never made repairs, had partitioned rooms smaller and smaller, raised
163rents . . . Omuro had gouged the poor, especially the nearly destitute jobless ex-servicemen during
164the depression years of the early 'fifties. However, it had been one of the Japanese trade missions
165which had cut off Omuro's head for his profiteering. And nowadays such a violation of the harsh,
166rigid, but just Japanese civil law was unheard of. It was a credit to the incorruptibility of the Jap
167occupation officials, especially those who had come in after the War Cabinet had fallen.
168 Recalling the rugged, stoic honesty of the Trade Missions, Frink felt reassured. Even WyndamMatson
169would be waved off like a noisy fly. W-M Corporation owner or not. At least, so he hoped.
170I guess I really have faith in this Co-Prosperity Pacific Alliance stuff, he said to himself. Strange.
171Looking back to the early days . . . it had seemed such an obvious fake, then. Empty propaganda.
172But now.
173 He rose from the bed and unsteadily made his way to the bathroom. While he washed and
174shaved, he listened to the midday news on the radio.
175 'Let us not deride this effort,' the radio was saying as he momentarily shut off the hot water.
176 No, we won't, Frink thought bitterly. He knew which particular effort the radio had in mind. Yet,
177there was after all something humorous about it, the picture of stolid, grumpy Germans walking
178around on Mars, on the red sand where no humans had ever stepped before. Lathering his jowls,
179Frink began a chanting satire to himself. Gott, Herr Kreisleiter. Ist dies vielleicht der Ort wo man
180das Konzentrationslager bilden kann? Das Wetter ist so schon. Heiss, aben doch schon . . .
181 The radio said: 'Co-Prosperity Civilization must pause and consider whether in our quest to
182provide a balanced equity of mutual duties and responsibilities coupled with remunerations . . .'
183Typical jargon from the ruling hierarchy, Frink noted. '. . . we have not failed to perceive the future
184arena in which the affairs of man will be acted out, be they Nordic, Japanese, Negroid . . .' On and
185on it went.
186 As he dressed, he mulled with pleasure his satire. The weather is schon, so schon. But there is
187nothing to breathe . . .
188 However, it was a fact; the Pacific had done nothing toward colonization of the planets. It was
189involved — bogged down, rather — in South America. While the Germans were busy bustling
190enormous robot construction systems across space, the Japs were still burning off the jungles in the
191interior of Brazil, erecting eight-floor clay apartment houses for ex-headhunters. By the time the
192Japs got their first spaceship off the ground the Germans would have the entire solar system sewed
193up tight. Back in the quaint old history-book days, the Germans had missed out while the rest of
194Europe put the final touches on their colonial empires. However, Frink reflected, they were not
195going to be last this time; they had learned.
196 And then he thought about Africa, and the Nazi experiment there. And his blood stopped in his
197veins, hesitated, at last went on.
198 That huge empty ruin.
199 The radio said: '. . . we must consider with pride however our emphasis on the fundamental
200physical needs of peoples of all place, their subspiritual aspirations which must be . . .'
201 Frink shut the radio off. Then, calmer, he turned it back on.
202 Christ on the crapper, he thought. Africa. For the ghosts of dead tribes. Wiped out to make a land
203of — what? Who knew? Maybe even the master architects in Berlin did not know. Bunch of
204automatons, building and toiling away. Building? Grinding down. Ogres out of a paleontology
205exhibit, at their task of making a cup from an enemy's skull, the whole family industriously
206scooping out the contents — the raw brains — first, to eat. Then useful utensils of men's leg bones.
207Thrifty, to think not only of eating the people you did not like, but eating them out of their own
208skull. The first technicians! Prehistoric man in a sterile white lab coat in some Berlin university lab,
209experimenting with uses to which other people's skull, skin, ears, fat could be put to. Ja, Herr
210Doktor. A new use for the big toe; see, one can adapt the joint for a quick-acting cigarette lighter
211mechanism. Now, if only Herr Krupp can produce it in quantity . . .
212 It horrified him, this thought: the ancient gigantic cannibal near-man flourishing now, ruling the
213world once more. We spent a million years escaping him, Frink thought, and now he's back. And
214not merely as the adversary . . . but as the master.
215 '. . . we can deplore,' the radio, the voice of the little yellow-bellies from Tokyo was saying. God,
216Frink thought; and we called them monkeys, these civilized bandy-legged shrimps who would no
217more set up gas ovens than they would melt their wives into sealing wax. '. . . and we have deplored
218often in the past the dreadful waste of humans in this fanatical striving which sets the broader mass
219of men wholly outside the legal community.' They, the Japs, were so strong on law. '. . . To quote a
220Western saint familiar to all: 'What profit it a man if he gain the whole world but in this enterprise
221lose his soul?'' The radio paused. Frink, tying his tie, also paused. It was the morning ablution.
222 I have to make my pact with them here, he realized. Black-listed or not; it'd be death for me if I
223left Japanese-controlled land and showed up in the South or in Europe — anywhere in the Reich.
224 I'll have to come to terms with old Wyndam-Matson.
225 Seated on his bed, a cup of lukewarm tea beside him, Frink got down his copy of the I Ching.
226From their leather tube he took the forty-nine yarrow stalks. He considered, until he had his
227thoughts properly controlled and his questions worked out.
228 Aloud he said, 'How should I approach Wyndam-Matson in order to come to decent terms with
229him?' He wrote the question down on the tablet, then began whipping the yarrow stalks from hand
230to hand until he had the first line, the beginning. An eight. Half the sixty-four hexagrams eliminated
231already. He divided the stalks and obtained the second line. Soon, being so expert, he had all six
232lines; the hexagram lay before him, and he did not need to identify it by the chart. He could
233recognize it as Hexagram Fifteen. Ch'ien. Modesty. Ah. The low will be raised up, the high brought
234down, powerful families humbled; he did not have to refer to the text — he knew it by heart. A
235good omen. The oracle was giving him favorable council.
236 And yet he was a bit disappointed. There was something fatuous about Hexagram Fifteen. Too
237goody-goody. Naturally he should be modest. Perhaps there was an idea in it, however. After all,
238he had no power over old W-M. He could not compel him to take him back. All he could do was
239adopt the point of view of Hexagram Fifteen; this was that sort of moment, when one had to
240petition, to hope, to await with faith. Heaven in its time would raise him up to his old job or
241perhaps even to something better.
242 He had no lines to read, no nines or sixes; it was static. So he was through. It did not move into a
243second hexagram.
244 A new question, then. Setting himself, he said aloud, 'Will I ever see Juliana again?'
245 That was his wife. Or rather his ex-wife. Juliana had divorced him a year ago, and he had not
246seen her in months; in fact he did not even know where she lived. Evidently she had left San
247Francisco. Perhaps even the PSA. Either their mutual friends had not heard from her or they were
248not telling him.
249 Busily he maneuvered the yarrow stalks, his eyes fixed on the tallies. How many times he had
250asked about Juliana, one question or another? Here came the hexagram, brought forth by the
251passive chance workings of the vegetable stalks. Random, and yet rooted in the moment in which
252he lived, in which his life was bound up with all other lives and particles in the universe. The
253necessary hexagram picturing in its pattern of broken and unbroken lines the situation. He, Juliana,
254the factory on Gough Street, the Trade Missions that ruled, the exploration of the planets, the
255billion chemical heaps in Africa that were now not even corpses, the aspirations of the thousands
256around him in the shanty warrens of San Francisco, the mad creatures in Berlin with their calm
257faces and manic plans — all connected in this moment of casting the yarrow stalks to select the
258exact wisdom appropriate in a book begun in the thirtieth century B.C. A book created by the sages
259of China over a period of five thousand years, winnowed, perfected, that superb cosmology — and
260science — codified before Europe had even learned to do long division.
261 The hexagram. His heart dropped. Forty-four. Kou. Coming to Meet. Its sobering judgment. The
262maiden is powerful. One should not marry such a maiden. Again he had gotten it in connection
263with Juliana.
264 Oy vey, he thought, settling back. So she was wrong for me; I know that. I didn't ask that. Why
265does the oracle have to remind me? A bad fate for me, to have met her and been in love — be in
266love — with her.
267 Juliana — the best-looking woman he had ever married. Soot-black eyebrows and hair; trace
268amounts of Spanish blood distributed as pure color, even to her lips. Her rubbery, soundless walk;
269she had worn saddle shoes left over from high school. In fact all her clothes had a dilapidated
270quality and the definite suggestion of being old and often washed. He and she had been so broke so
271long that despite her looks she had had to wear a cotton sweater, cloth zippered jacket, brown
272tweed skirt and bobby socks, and she hated him and it because it made her look, she had said, like a
273woman who played tennis or (even worse) collected mushrooms in the woods.
274 But above and beyond everything else, he had originally been drawn by her screwball
275expression; for no reason, Juliana greeted strangers with a portentous, nudnik, Mona Lisa smile that
276hung them up between responses, whether to say hello or not. And she was so attractive that more
277often than not they did say hello, whereupon Juliana glided by. At first he had thought it was just
278plain bad eyesight, but finally he had decided that it revealed a deep-dyed otherwise concealed
279stupidity at her core. And so finally her borderline flicker of greeting to strangers had annoyed him,
280as had her plantlike, silent, I'm-on-a-mysterious-errand way of coming and going. But even then,
281toward the end, when they had been fighting so much, he still never saw her as anything but a
282direct, literal invention of God's, dropped into his life for reasons he would never know. And on
283that account — a sort of religious intuition or faith about her — he could not get over having lost
284her.
285 She seemed so close right now . . . as if he still had her. That spirit, still busy in his life, padding
286through his room in search of — whatever it was Juliana sought. And in his mind whenever he took
287up the volumes of the oracle.
288 Seated on his bed, surrounded by lonely disorder, preparing to go out and begin his day, Frank
289Frink wondered who else in the vast complicated city of San Francisco was at this same moment
290consulting the oracle. And were they all getting as gloomy advice as he? Was the tenor of the
291Moment as adverse for them as it was for him?
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293Mr. Nobusuke Tagomi sat consulting the divine Fifth Book of Confucian wisdom, the Taoist oracle
294called for centuries the I Ching or Book of Changes. At noon that day, he had begun to become
295apprehensive about his appointment with Mr. Childan, which would occur in two more hours.
296 His suite of offices on the twentieth floor of the Nippon Times Building on Taylor Street
297overlooked the Bay. Through the glass wall he could watch ships entering, passing beneath the
298Golden Gate Bridge. At this moment a freighter could be seen beyond Alcatraz, but Mr. Tagomi
299did not care. Going to the wall he unfastened the cord and lowered the bamboo blinds over the
300view. The large central office became darker; he did not have to squint against the glare. Now he
301could think more clearly.
302 It was not within his power, he decided, to please his client. No matter what Mr. Childan came
303up with: the client would not be impressed. Let us face that, he had said to himself. But we can
304keep him from becoming displeased, at least.
305 We can refrain from insulting him by a moldy gift.
306 The client would soon reach San Francisco airport by avenue of the high-place new German
307rocket, the Messerschmitt 9-E. Mr. Tagomi had never ridden on such a ship; when he met Mr.
308Baynes he would have to take care to appear blasé, no matter how large the rocket turned out to be.
309Now to practice. He stood in front of the mirror on the office wall, creating a face of composure,
310mildly bored, inspecting his own cold features for any giveaway. Yes, they are very noisy, Mr.
311Baynes, sir. One cannot read. But then the flight from Stockholm to San Francisco is only fortyfive
312minutes. Perhaps then a word about German mechanical failures? I suppose you heard the
313radio. That crash over Madagascar. I must say, there is something to be said for the old piston
314planes.
315 Essential to avoid politics. For he did not know Mr. Baynes' views on leading issues of the day.
316Yet they might arise. Mr. Baynes, being Swedish, would be a neutral. Yet he had chosen Lufthansa
317rather than SAS. A cautious ploy . . . Mr. Baynes, sir, they say Herr Bormann is quite ill. That a
318new Reichs Chancellor will be chosen by the Partei this autumn. Rumor only? So much secrecy,
319alas, between Pacific and Reich.
320 In the folder on his desk, clipping from New York Times of a recent speech by Mr. Baynes. Mr.
321Tagomi now studied it critically, bending due to slight failure of correction by his contact lenses.
322The speech had to do with need of exploring once more — ninety-eighth time? — for sources of
323water on the moon. 'We may still solve this heartbreaking dilemma,' Mr. Baynes was quoted. 'Our
324nearest neighbor, and so far the most unrewarding except for military purposes.' Sic! Mr. Tagomi
325thought, using high-place Latin word. Clue to Mr. Baynes. Looks askance at merely military. Mr.
326Tagomi made a mental note.
327 Touching the intercom button Mr. Tagomi said, 'Miss Ephreikian, I would like you to bring in
328your tape recorder, please.'
329 The outer office door slid to one side and Miss Ephreikian, today pleasantly adorned with blue
330flowers in her hair, appeared.
331 'Bit of lilac,' Mr. Tagomi observed. Once, he had professionally flower-raised back home on
332Hokkaido.
333 Miss Ephreikian, a tall, brown-haired Armenian girl, bowed.
334 'Ready with Zip-Track Speed Master?' Mr. Tagomi asked.
335 'Yes, Mr. Tagomi.' Miss Ephreikian seated herself, the portable battery-operated tape recorder
336ready.
337 Mr. Tagomi began, 'I inquired of the oracle, 'Will the meeting between myself and Mr. Childan
338be profitable?' and obtained to my dismay the ominous hexagram The Preponderance of the Great.
339The ridgepole is sagging. Too much weight in the middle; all unbalanced. Clearly away from the
340Tao.' The tape recorder whirred.
341 Pausing, Mr. Tagomi reflected.
342 Miss Ephreikian watched him expectantly. The whirring ceased.
343 'Have Mr. Ramsey come in for a moment, please,' Mr. Tagomi said.
344 'Yes, Mr. Tagomi.' Rising, she put down the tape recorder; her heels tapped as she departed from
345the office.
346 With a large folder of bills-of-lading under his arm, Mr. Ramsey appeared. Young, smiling, he
347advanced, wearing the natty U.S. Midwest Plains string tie, checkered shirt and tight beltless blue
348jeans considered so high-place among the style-conscious of the day. 'Howdy, Mr. Tagomi,' he
349said. 'Right nice day, sir.'
350 Mr. Tagomi bowed.
351 At that, Mr. Ramsey stiffened abruptly and also bowed.
352 'I've been consulting the oracle,' Mr. Tagomi said, as Miss Ephreikian reseated herself with her
353tape recorder. 'You understand that Mr. Baynes, who as you know is arriving shortly in person,
354holds to the Nordic ideology regarding so-called Oriental culture. I could make the effort to dazzle
355him into a better comprehension with authentic works of Chinese scroll art or ceramics of our
356Tokugawa Period . . . but it is not our job to convert.'
357 'I see,' Mr. Ramsey said; his Caucasian face twisted with painful concentration.
358 'Therefore we will cater to his prejudice and graft a priceless American artifact to him instead.'
359 'Yes.'
360 'You, sir, are of American ancestry. Although you have gone to the trouble of darkening your
361skin color.' He scrutinized Mr. Ramsey.
362 'A tan achieved by a sun lamp,' Mr. Ramsey murmured. 'For merely acquiring vitamin D.' But his
363expression of humiliation gave him away. 'I assure you that I retain authentic roots with — ' Mr.
364Ramsey stumbled over the words. 'I have not cut off all ties with — native ethnic patterns.'
365 Mr. Tagomi said to Miss Ephreikian: 'Resume, please.' Once more the tape recorder whirred. 'In
366consulting the oracle and obtaining Hexagram Ta Kuo, Twenty-eight, I further received the
367unfavorable line Nine in the fifth place. It reads:
368A withered poplar puts forth flowers.
369An older woman takes a husband.
370No blame. No praise.
371 'This clearly indicates that Mr. Childan will have nothing of worth to offer us at two.' Mr.
372Tagomi paused. 'Let us be candid. I cannot rely on my own judgment regarding American art
373objects. That is why a — ' He lingered over his choice of terms. 'Why you, Mr. Ramsey, who are
374shall I say native born, are required. Obviously we must do the best we can.'
375 Mr. Ramsey had no answer. But, despite his efforts to conceal, his features showed hurt, anger, a
376frustrated and mute reaction.
377 'Now,' Mr. Tagomi said. 'I have further consulted the oracle. For purposes of policy, I cannot
378divulge to you, Mr. Ramsey, the question.' In other words, his tone meant, you and your pinoc kind
379are not entitled to share the important matters which we deal in. 'It is sufficient to say, however,
380that I received a most provocative response. It has caused me to ponder at length.'
381 Both Mr. Ramsey and Miss Ephreikian watched him intently.
382 'It deals with Mr. Baynes,' Mr. Tagomi said.
383 They nodded.
384 'My question regarding Mr. Baynes produced through the occult workings of the Tao the
385Hexagram Sheng, Forty-six. A good judgment. And lines Six at the beginning and Nine in the
386second place.' His question had been, Will I be able to deal with Mr. Baynes successfully? And the
387Nine in the second place had assured him that he would. It read:
388If one is sincere,
389It furthers one to bring even a small offering.
390No blame.
391 Obviously, Mr. Baynes would be satisfied by whatever gift the ranking Trade Mission grafted to
392him through the good offices of Mr. Tagomi. But Mr. Tagomi, in asking the question, had had a
393deeper query in the back of his mind, one of which he was barely conscious. As so often, the oracle
394had perceived that more fundamental query and; while answering the other, had taken it upon itself
395to answer the subliminal one, too.
396 'As we know,' Mr. Tagomi said, 'Mr. Baynes is bringing us detailed account of new injection
397molds developed in Sweden. Were we successfully to sign agreement with his firm, we could no
398doubt replace many present metals, quite scarce, with plastics.'
399 For years, the Pacific had been trying to get basic assistance in the synthetics field from the
400Reich. However, the big German chemical cartels, I. G. Farben in particular, had harbored their
401patents; had, in fact, created a world monopoly in plastics, especially in the development of the
402polyesters. By this means, Reich trade had kept an edge over Pacific trade, and in technology the
403Reich was at least ten years ahead. The interplanetary rockets leaving Festung Europa consisted
404mainly of heat-resistant plastics, very light in weight, so hard that they survived even major meteor
405impact. The Pacific had nothing of this sort; natural fibers such as wood were still used, and of
406course the ubiquitous pot metals. Mr. Tagomi cringed as he thought about it; he had seen at trade
407fairs some of the advanced German work, including an all-synthetic automobile, the D. S. S. — Der
408Schnelle Spuk — which sold, in PSA currency, for about six hundred dollars.
409 But his underlying question, one which he could never reveal to the pinocs flitting about Trade
410Mission offices, had to do with an aspect of Mr. Baynes suggested by the original coded cable from
411Tokyo. First of all, coded material was infrequent, and dealt usually with matters of security, not
412with trade deals. And the cipher was the metaphor type, utilizing poetic allusion, which had been
413adopted to baffle the Reich monitors — who could crack any literal code, no matter how elaborate.
414So clearly it was the Reich whom the Tokyo authorities had in mind, not quasi-disloyal cliques in
415the Home Islands. The key phrase, 'Skim milk in his diet,' referred to Pinafore, to the eerie song
416that expounded the doctrine, '. . . Things are seldom what they seem — Skim milk masquerades as
417cream.' And the I Ching, when Mr. Tagomi had consulted it, had fortified his insight. Its
418commentary:
419Here a strong man is presupposed. It is true he does not
420fit in with his environment, inasmuch as he is too
421brusque and pays too little attention to form. But as he is
422upright in character, he meets with response.
423 The insight was, simply, that Mr. Baynes was not what he seemed; that his actual purpose in
424coming to San Francisco was not to sign a deal for injection molds. That, in fact, Mr. Baynes was a
425spy.
426 But for the life of him, Mr. Tagomi could not figure out what sort of spy, for whom or for what.
427 At one-forty that afternoon, Robert Childan with enormous reluctance locked the front door of
428American Artistic Handcrafts Inc. He lugged his heavy cases to the curb, hailed a pedecab, and told
429the chink to take him to the Nippon Times Building.
430 The chink, gaunt-faced, hunched over and perspiring, gasped a place-conscious acknowledgment
431and began loading Mr. Childan's bags aboard. Then, having assisted Mr. Childan himself into the
432carpet-lined seat, the chink clicked on the meter, mounted his own seat and pedaled off along
433Montgomery Street, among the cars and buses.
434 The entire day had been spent finding the item for Mr. Tagomi, and Childan's bitterness and
435anxiety almost overwhelmed him as he watched the buildings pass. And yet — triumph. The
436separate skill, apart from the rest of him: he had found the right thing, and Mr. Tagomi would be
437mollified and his client, whoever he was, would be overjoyed. I always give satisfaction, Childan
438thought. To my customers.
439 He had been able to procure, miraculously, an almost mint copy of Volume One, Number One of
440Tip Top Comics. Dating from the 'thirties, it was a choice piece of Americana; one of the first funny
441books, a prize collectors searched for constantly. Of course, he had other items with him, to show
442first. He would lead up gradually to the funny book, which lay well-protected in a leather case
443packed in tissue paper at the center of the largest bag.
444 The radio of the pedecab blared out popular tunes, competing with the radios of other cabs, cars
445and buses. Childan did not hear; he was used to it. Nor did he take notice of the enormous neon
446signs with their permanent ads obliterating the front of virtually every large building. After all, he
447had his own sign; at night it blazed on and off in company with all the others of the city. What other
448way did one advertise? One had to be realistic.
449 In fact, the uproar of radios, traffic noises, the signs and people lulled him. They blotted out his
450inner worries. And it was pleasurable to be peddled along by another human being, to feel the
451straining muscles of the chink transmitted in the form of regular vibrations; a sort of relaxing
452machine, Childan reflected. To be pulled instead of having to pull. And — to have, if even for a
453moment, higher place.
454 Guiltily, he woke himself. Too much to plan; no time for a midday doze. Was he absolutely
455properly dressed to enter the Nippon Times Building? Possibly he would faint in the high-speed
456elevator. But he had motion-illness tablets with him, a German compound. The various modes of
457address . . . he knew them. Whom to treat politely, whom rudely. Be brusque with the doorman,
458elevator operator, receptionist, guide, any janitorial person. Bow to any Japanese, of course, even if
459it obliged him to bow hundreds of times. But the pinocs. Nebulous area. Bow, but look straight
460through them as if they did not exist. Did that cover every situation, then? What about a visiting
461foreigner? Germans often could be seen at the Trade Missions, as well as neutrals.
462 And then, too, he might see a slave.
463 German or South ships docked at the port of San Francisco all the time, and blacks occasionally
464were allowed off for short intervals. Always in groups of fewer than three. And they could not be
465out after nightfall; even under Pacific law, they had to obey the curfew. But also slaves unloaded at
466the docks, and these lived perpetually ashore, in shacks under the wharves, above the waterline.
467None would be in the Trade Mission offices, but if any unloading were taking place — for instance,
468should he carry his own bags to Mr. Tagomi's office? Surely not. A slave would have to be found,
469even if he had to stand waiting an hour. Even if he missed his appointment. It was out of the
470question to let a slave see him carrying something; he had to be quite careful of that. A mistake of
471that kind would cost him dearly; he would never have place of any sort again, among those who
472saw.
473 In a way, Childan thought, I would almost enjoy carrying my own bags into the Nippon Times
474Building in broad daylight. What a grand gesture. It is not actually illegal; I would not go to jail.
475And I would show my real feelings, the side of a man which never comes out in public life. But . . .
476 I could do it, he thought, if there weren't those damn black slaves lurking around; I could endure
477those above me seeing it, their scorn — after all, they scorn me and humiliate me every day. But to
478have those beneath see me, to feel their contempt. Like this chink peddling away ahead of me. if I
479hadn't taken a pedecab, if he had seen me trying to walk to a business appointment . . .
480 One had to blame the Germans for the situation. Tendency to bite off more than they could chew.
481After all, they had barely managed to win the war, and at once they had gone off to conquer the
482solar system, while at home they had passed edicts which . . . well, at least the idea was good. And
483after all, they had been successful with the Jews and Gypsies and Bible Students. And the Slavs had
484been rolled back two thousand years' worth, to their heartland in Asia. Out of Europe entirely, to
485everyone's relief. Back to riding yaks and hunting with bow and arrow. And those great glossy
486magazines printed in Munich and circulated around to all the libraries and newsstands . . . one
487could see the full-page color pictures for oneself: the blue-eyed, blond-haired Aryan settlers who
488now industriously tilled, culled, plowed, and so forth in the vast grain bowl of the world, the
489Ukraine. Those fellows certainly looked happy. And their farms and cottages were clean. You
490didn't see pictures of drunken dull-wilted Poles any more, slouched on sagging porches or hawking
491a few sickly turnips at the village market. All a thing of the past, like rutted dirt roads that once
492turned to slop in the rainy season, bogging down the carts.
493 But Africa. They had simply let their enthusiasm get the better of them there, and you had to
494admire that, although more thoughtful advice would have cautioned them to perhaps let it wait a bit
495until, for instance, Project Farmland had been completed. Now there the Nazis had shown genius;
496the artist in them had truly emerged. The Mediterranean Sea bottled up, drained, made into tillable
497farmland, through the use of atomic power — what daring! How the sniggerers had been set back
498on their heels, for instance certain scoffing merchants along Montgomery Street. And as a matter of
499fact, Africa had almost been successful . . . but in a project of that sort, almost was an ominous
500word to begin to hear. Rosenberg's well-known powerful pamphlet issued in 1958; the word had
501first shown up, then. As to the Final Solution of the African Problem, we have almost achieved our
502objectives. Unfortunately, however —
503 Still, it had taken two hundred years to dispose of the American aborigines, and Germany had
504almost done it in Africa in fifteen years. So no criticism was legitimately in order. Childan had, in
505fact, argued it out recently while having lunch with certain of those other merchants. They expected
506miracles, evidently, as if the Nazis could remold the world by magic. No, it was science and
507technology and that fabulous talent for hard work; the Germans never stopped applying themselves.
508And when they did a task, they did it right.
509 And anyhow, the flights to Mars had distracted world attention from the difficulty in Africa. So it
510all came back to what he had told his fellow store owners; what the Nazis have which we lack is —
511nobility. Admire them for their love of work or their efficiency . . . but it's the dream that stirs one.
512Space flights first to the moon, then to Mars; if that isn't the oldest yearning of mankind, our finest
513hope for glory. Now, the Japanese on the other hand. I know them pretty well; I do business with
514them, after all, day in and day out. They are — let's face it — Orientals. Yellow people. We whites
515have to bow to them because they hold the power. But we watch Germany; we see what can be
516done where whites have conquered, and it's quite different.
517 'We approach the Nippon Times Building, sir,' the chink said, his chest heaving from the exertion
518of the hill climbing. He slowed, now.
519 To himself, Childan tried to picture Mr. Tagomi's client. Clearly the man was unusually
520important; Mr. Tagomi's tone on the telephone, his immense agitation, had communicated the fact.
521Image of one of Childan's own very important clients, or rather, customers, swam up into his mind,
522a man who had done a good deal to create for Childan a reputation among the high-placed
523personages residing in the Bay Area.
524 Four years ago, Childan had not been the dealer in the rare and desirable which he was now; he
525had operated a small rather dimly lighted secondhand bookshop on Geary. His neighboring stores
526sold used furniture, or hardware, or did laundry. It was not a nice neighborhood. At night strongarm
527robberies and sometimes rape took place on the sidewalk, despite the efforts of the San
528Francisco Police Department and even the Kempeitai, the Japanese higher-ups. All store windows
529had iron gratings fitted over them once the business day had ended, this to prevent forcible entry.
530Yet, into this district of the city had come an elderly Japanese ex-Army man, a Major Ito Humo.
531Tall, slender, white-haired, walking and standing stiffly, Major Humo had given Childan his first
532inkling of what might be done with his line of merchandise.
533 'I am a collector,' Major Humo had explained. He had spent an entire afternoon searching among
534the heaps of old magazines in the store. In his mild voice he had explained something which
535Childan could not quite grasp at the time: to many wealthy, cultured Japanese, the historic objects 
536of American popular civilization were of equal interest alongside the more formal antiques. Why
537this was so, the major himself did not know; he was particularly addicted to the collecting of old
538magazines dealing with U.S. brass buttons, well as the buttons themselves. It was on the order of
539coin or stamp collecting; no rational explanation could ever be given. And high prices were being
540paid by wealthy collectors.
541 'I will give you an example,' the major had said. 'Do you know what is meant by 'Horrors of War'
542cards?' He had eyed Childan with avidity.
543 Searching his memory, Childan had at last recalled. The cards had been dispensed, during his
544childhood, with bubble gum. A cent apiece. There had been a series of them, each card depicting a
545different horror.
546 'A dear friend of mine,' the major had gone on, 'collects 'Horrors of War.' He lacks but one, now.
547The Sinking of the Panay. He has offered a substantial sum of money for that particular card.'
548 'Flip cards,' Childan had said suddenly.
549 'Sir?'
550 'We flipped them. There was a head and a tail side on each card.' He had been about eight years
551old. 'Each of us had a pack of flip cards. We stood, two of us, facing each other. Each of us dropped
552a card so that it flipped in the air. The boy whose card landed with the head side up, the side with
553the picture, won both cards.' How enjoyable to recall those good days, those early happy days of his
554childhood.
555 Considering, Major Humo had said, 'I have heard my friend discuss his 'Horrors of War' cards,
556and he has never mentioned this. It is my opinion that he does not know how these cards actually
557were put to use.'
558 Eventually, the major's friend had shown up at the store to hear Childan's historically firsthand
559account. That man, also a retired officer of the Imperial Army, had been fascinated,
560 'Bottle caps!' Childan had exclaimed without warning.
561 The Japanese had blinked uncomprehendingly.
562 'We used to collect the tops from milk bottles. As kids. The round tops that gave the name of the
563dairy. There must have been thousands of dairies in the United States. Each one printed a special
564top.'
565 The officer's eyes had glinted with the instinct. 'Do you possess any of your sometime collection,
566sir?'
567 Naturally, Childan did not. But. . . probably it was still possible to obtain the ancient, longforgotten
568tops from the days before the war when milk had come in glass bottles rather than
569throwaway pasteboard cartons.
570 And so, by stages, he had gotten into the business. Others had opened similar places, taking
571advantage of the evergrowing Japanese craze for Americana. . . .but Childan had always kept his
572edge.
573 'Your fare,' the chink was saying, bringing him out of his meditation, 'is a dollar, sir.' He had
574unloaded the bags and was waiting.
575 Absentmindedly, Childan paid him. Yes, it was quite likely that the client of Mr. Tagomi
576resembled Major Humo; at least, Childan thought tartly, from my point of view. He had dealt with
577so many Japanese. . . but he still had difficulty telling them apart. There were the short squat ones,
578built like wrestlers. Then the druggist-like ones. The tree-shrubflower-gardener ones. . . he had his
579categories. And the young ones, who were to him not like Japanese at all. Mr. Tagomi's client
580would probably be portly, a businessman, smoking a Philippine cigar.
581 And then, standing before the Nippon Times Building, with his bags on the sidewalk beside him,
582Childan suddenly thought with a chill: Suppose his client isn't Japanese! Everything in the bags had
583been selected with them in mind, their tastes —
584 But the man had to be Japanese. A Civil War recruiting poster had been Mr. Tagomi's original
585order; surely only a Japanese would care about such debris. Typical of their mania for the trivial,
586their legalistic fascination with documents, proclamations, ads. He remembered one who had
587devoted his leisure time to collecting newspaper ads of American patent medicines of the 1900s.
588 There were other problems to face. Immediate problems. Through the high doors of the Nippon
589Times Building men and women hurried, all of them well-dressed; their voices reached Childan's
590ears, and he started into motion. A glance upward at the towering edifice, the highest building in
591San Francisco. Wall of offices, windows, the fabulous design of the Japanese architects — and the
592surrounding gardens of dwarf evergreens, rocks, the karesansui landscape, sand imitating a driedup
593stream winding past roots, among simple, irregular flat stones . . .
594 He saw a black who had carried baggage, now free. At once Childan called, 'Porter!'
595 The black trotted toward him, smiling.
596 'To the twentieth floor,' Childan said in his harshest voice. 'Suite B. At once.' He indicated the
597bags and then strode on toward the doors of the building. Naturally he did not look back.
598 A moment later he found himself being crowded into one of the express elevators; mostly
599Japanese around him, their clean faces shining slightly in the brilliant light of the elevator. Then the
600nauseating upward thrust of the elevator, the rapid click of floors passing; he shut his eyes, planted
601his feet firmly, prayed for the flight to end. The black, of course, had taken the bags up on a service
602elevator. It would not have been within the realm of reason to permit him here. In fact — Childan
603opened his eyes and looked momentarily — he was one of the few whites in the elevator.
604 When the elevator let him off on the twentieth floor, Childan was already bowing mentally,
605preparing himself for the encounter in Mr. Tagomi's offices.
6063
607At sunset, glancing up, Juliana Frink saw the dot of light in the sky shoot in an arc, disappear to the
608west. One of those Nazi rocket ships, she said to herself. Flying to the Coast. Full of big shots. And
609here I am down below. She waved, although the rocket ship of course had already gone.
610 Shadows advancing from the Rockies. Blue peaks turning to night. A flock of slow birds,
611migratory, made their way parallel with the mountains. Here and there a car turned its headlights
612on; she saw the twin dots along the highway. Lights, too, of a gas station. Houses.
613 For months now she had been living here in Canon City, Colorado. She was a judo instructor.
614 Her workday had ended and she was preparing to take a shower. She felt tired. All the showers
615were in use, by customers of Ray's Gym, so she had been standing, waiting outdoors in the
616coolness, enjoying the smell of mountain air, the quiet. All she heard now was the faint murmur
617from the hamburger stand down the road by the highway's edge. Two huge diesel trucks had
618parked, and the drivers, in the gloom, could be seen moving about, putting on their leather jackets
619before entering the hamburger stand.
620 She thought: Didn't Diesel throw himself out the window of his stateroom? Commit suicide by
621drowning himself on an ocean voyage? Maybe I ought to do that. But here there was no ocean. But
622there is always a way. Like in Shakespeare. A pin stuck through one's shirt front, and good-bye
623Frink. The girl who need not fear marauding homeless from the desert. Walks upright in
624consciousness of many pinched-nerve possibilities in grizzled salivating adversary. Death instead
625by, say, sniffing car exhaust in highway town, perhaps through long hollow straw.
626 Learned that, she thought, from Japanese. Imbibed placid attitude toward mortality, along with
627money-making judo. How to kill, how to die. Yang and yin. But that's behind, now; this is
628Protestant land.
629 It was a good thing to see the Nazi rockets go by overhead and not stop, not take any interest of
630any sort in Canon City, Colorado. Nor in Utah or Wyoming or the eastern part of Nevada, none of
631the open empty desert states or pasture states. We have no value, she said to herself. We can live
632out our tiny lives. If we want to. If it matters to us.
633 From one of the showers, the noise of a door unlocking. A shape, large Miss Davis, finished with
634her shower, dressed, purse under her arm. 'Oh, were you waiting, Mrs. Frink? I'm sorry.'
635 'It's all right,' Juliana said.
636 'You know, Mrs. Frink, I've gotten so much out of judo. Even more than out of Zen. I wanted to
637tell you.'
638 'Slim your hips the Zen way,' Juliana said. 'Lose pounds through painless satori. I'm sorry, Miss
639Davis. I'm woolgathering.'
640 Miss Davis said, 'Did they hurt you much?'
641 'Who?'
642 'The Japs. Before you learned to defend yourself.'
643 'It was dreadful,' Juliana said. 'You've never been out there, on the Coast. Where they are.'
644 'I've never been outside of Colorado,' Miss Davis said, her voice fluttering timidly.
645 'It could happen here,' Juliana said. 'They might decide to occupy this region, too.'
646 'Not this late!'
647 'You never know what they're going to do,' Juliana said. 'They hide their real thoughts.'
648 'What — did they make you do?' Miss Davis, hugging her purse against her body with both arms,
649moved closer, in the evening darkness, to hear.
650 'Everything,' Juliana said.
651 'Oh God. I'd fight,' Miss Davis said.
652 Juliana excused herself and walked to the vacant shower; someone else was approaching it with
653a towel over her arm.
654 Later, she sat in a booth at Tasty Charley's Broiled Hamburgers, listlessly reading the menu. The
655jukebox played some hillbilly tune; steel guitar and emotion-choked moaning . . . the air was heavy
656with grease smoke. And yet, the place was warm and bright, and it cheered her. The presence of the
657truck drivers at the counter, the waitress, the big Irish fry cook in his white jacket at the register
658making change.
659 Seeing her, Charley approached to wait on her himself. Grinning, he drawled, 'Missy want tea
660now?'
661 'Coffee,' Juliana said, enduring the fry cook's relentless humor.
662 'Ah so,' Charley said, nodding.
663 'And the hot steak sandwich with gravy.'
664 'Not have bowl rat's-nest soup? Or maybe goat brains fried in olive oil?' A couple of the truck
665drivers, turning on their stools, grinned along with the gag, too. And in addition they took pleasure
666in noticing how attractive she was. Even lacking the fry cook's kidding, she would have found the
667truck drivers scrutinizing her. The months of active judo had given her unusual muscle tone; she
668knew how well she held herself and what it did for her figure.
669 It all has to do with the shoulder muscles, she thought as she met their gaze. Dancers do it, too. It
670has nothing to do with size. Send your wives around to the gym and we'll teach them. And you'll be
671so much more content in life.
672 'Stay away from her,' the fry cook warned the truck drivers with a wink. 'She'll throw you on
673your can.'
674 She said to the younger of the truck drivers, 'Where are you in from?'
675 'Missouri,' both men said.
676 'Are you from the United States?' she asked.
677 'I am,' the older man said. 'Philadelphia. Got three kids there. The oldest is eleven.'
678 'Listen,' Juliana said. 'Is it — easy to get a good job back there?'
679 The younger truck driver said, 'Sure. If you have the right color skin.' He himself had a dark
680brooding face with curly black hair. His expression had become set and bitter.
681 'He's a wop,' the older man said.
682 'Well,' Juliana said, 'didn't Italy win the war?' She smiled at the young truck driver but he did not
683smile back. Instead, his somber eyes glowed even more intensely, and suddenly he turned away.
684 I'm sorry, she thought. But she said nothing. I can't save you or anybody else from being dark.
685She thought of Frank. I wonder if he's dead yet. Said the wrong thing; spoke out of line. No, she
686thought. Somehow he likes Japs. Maybe he identifies with them because they're ugly. She had
687always told Frank that he was ugly. Large pores. Big nose. Her own skin was finely knit, unusually
688so. Did he fall dead without me? A fink is a finch, a form of bird. And they say birds die.
689 'Are you going back on the road tonight?' she asked the young Italian truck driver.
690 'Tomorrow.'
691 'If you're not happy in the U.S. why don't you cross over permanently?' she said. 'I've been living
692in the Rockies for a long time and it isn't so bad. I lived on the Coast, in San Francisco. They have
693the skin thing there, too.'
694 Glancing briefly at her as he sat hunched at the counter, the young Italian said, 'Lady, it's bad
695enough to have to spend one day or one night in a town like this. Live here? Christ — if I could get
696any other kind of job, and not have to be on the road eating my meals in places like this — '
697Noticing that the fry cook was red, he ceased speaking and began to drink his coffee.
698 The older truck driver said to him, 'Joe, you're a snob.'
699 'You could live in Denver,' Juliana said. 'It's nicer up there.' I know you East Americans, she
700thought. You like the big time. Dreaming your big schemes. This is just the sticks to you, the
701Rockies. Nothing has happened here since before the war. Retired old people, farmers, the stupid,
702slow, poor. . . and all the smart boys have flocked east to New York, crossed the border legally or
703illegally. Because, she thought, that's where the money is, the big industrial money. The expansion.
704German investment has done a lot . . . it didn't take long for them to build the U.S. back up.
705 The fry cook said in a hoarse angry voice, 'Buddy, I'm not a Jew-lover, but I seen some of those
706Jew refugees fleeing your U.S. in '49, and you can have your U.S. If there's a lot of building back
707there and a lot of loose easy money it's because they stole it from those Jews when they kicked
708them out of New York, that goddam Nazi Nuremberg Law. I lived in Boston when I was a kid, and
709I got no special use for Jews, but I never thought I'd see that Nazi racial law get passed in the U.S.,
710even if we did lose the war. I'm surprised you aren't in the U.S. Armed Forces, getting ready to
711invade some little South American republic as a front for the Germans, so they can push the
712Japanese back a little bit more — '
713 Both truck drivers were on their feet, their faces stark. The older man picked up a ketchup bottle
714from the counter and held it upright by the neck. The fry cook without turning his back to the two 
715men reached behind him until his fingers touched one of his meat forks. He brought the fork out
716and held it.
717 Juliana said, 'Denver is getting one of those heat-resistant runways so that Lufthansa rockets can
718land there.'
719 None of the three men moved or spoke. The other customers sat silently.
720 Finally the fry cook said, 'One flew over around sundown.'
721 'It wasn't going to Denver,' Juliana said. 'It was going west, to the Coast.'
722 By degrees, the two truck drivers reseated themselves. The older man mumbled, 'I always forget;
723they're a little yellow out here.'
724 The fry cook said. 'No Japs killed Jews, in the war or after. No Japs built ovens.'
725 'Too bad they didn't,' the older truck driver said. But, picking up his coffee cup, he resumed
726eating.
727 Yellow, Juliana thought. Yes, I suppose it's true. We love the Japs out here.
728 'Where are you staying?' she asked, speaking to the young truck driver, Joe. 'Overnight.'
729 'I don't know,' he answered. 'I just got out of the truck to come in here. I don't like this whole
730state. Maybe I'll sleep in the truck.'
731 'The Honey Bee Motel isn't too bad,' the fry cook said.
732 'Okay,' the young truck driver said. 'Maybe I'll stay there. If they don't mind me being Italian.' He
733had a definite accent, although he tried to hide it.
734 Watching him, Juliana thought, It's idealism that makes him that bitter. Asking too much out of
735life. Always moving on, restless and griped. I'm the same way; I couldn't stay on the West Coast
736and eventually I won't be able to stand it here. Weren't the old-timers like that? But, she thought,
737now the frontier isn't here; it's the other planets.
738 She thought: He and I could sign up for one of those colonizing rocket ships. But the Germans
739would disbar him because of his skin and me because of my dark hair. Those pale skinny Nordic
740SS fairies in those training castles in Bavaria. This guy — Joe whatever — hasn't even got the right
741expression on his face; he should have that cold but somehow enthusiastic look, as if he believed in
742nothing and yet somehow had absolute faith. Yes, that's how they are. They're not idealists like Joe
743and me; they're cynics with utter faith. It's a sort of brain defect, like a lobotomy — that maiming
744those German psychiatrists do as a poor substitute for psychotherapy.
745 Their trouble, she decided, is with sex; they did something foul with it back in the 'thirties, and it
746has gotten worse. Hitler started it with his — what was she? His sister? Aunt? Niece? And his
747family was inbred already; his mother and father were cousins. They're all committing incest, going
748back to the original sin of lusting for their own mothers. That's why they, those elite SS fairies,
749have that angelic simper, that blond babylike innocence; they're saving themselves for Mama. Or
750for each other.
751 And who is Mama for them? she wondered. The leader, Herr Bormann, who is supposed to be
752dying? Or — the Sick One.
753 Old Adolf, supposed to be in a sanitarium somewhere, living out his life of senile paresis.
754Syphilis of the brain, dating back to his poor days as a bum in Vienna. . . long black coat, dirty
755underwear, flophouses.
756 Obviously, it was God's sardonic vengeance, right out of some silent movie. That awful man
757struck down by an internal filth, the historic plague for man's wickedness.
758 And the horrible part was that the present-day German Empire was a product of that brain. First a
759political party, then a nation, then half the world. And the Nazis themselves had diagnosed it,
760identified it; that quack herbal medicine man who had treated Hitler, that Dr. Morell who had dosed 
761Hitler with a patent medicine called Dr. Koester's Antigas Pills — he had originally been a
762specialist in venereal disease. The entire world knew it, and yet the Leader's gabble was still sacred,
763still Holy Writ. The views had infected a civilization by now, and, like evil spores, the blind blond
764Nazi queens were swishing out from Earth to the other planets, spreading the contamination.
765 What you get for incest: madness, blindness, death.
766 Brrr. She shook herself.
767 'Charley,' she called to the fry cook. 'You about ready with my order?' She felt absolutely alone;
768getting to her feet she walked to the counter and seated herself by the register.
769 No one noticed her except the young Italian truck driver; his dark eyes were fixed on her. Joe, his
770name was. Joe what? she wondered.
771 Closer to him, now, she saw that he was not as young as she had thought. Hard to tell; the
772intensity all around him disturbed her judgment. Continually he drew his hand through his hair,
773combing it back with crooked, rigid fingers. There's something special about this man, she thought.
774He breathes — death. It upset her, and yet attracted her. Now the older truck driver inclined his
775head and whispered to him. Then they both scrutinized her, this time with a look that was not the
776ordinary male interest.
777 'Miss,' the older one said. Both men were quite tense, now. 'Do you know what this is?' He held
778up a flat white box, not too large.
779 'Yes,' Juliana said. 'Nylon stockings. Synthetic fiber made only by the great cartel in New York,
780I. G. Farben. Very rare and expensive.'
781 'You got to hand it to the Germans; monopoly's not a bad idea.' The older truck driver passed the
782box to his companion, who pushed it with his elbow along the counter toward her. -
783 'You have a car?' the young Italian asked her, sipping his coffee.
784 From the kitchen, Charley appeared; he had her plate.
785 'You could drive me to this place.' The wild, strong eyes still studied her, and she became
786increasingly nervous, and yet increasingly transfixed. 'This motel, or wherever I'm supposed to stay
787tonight. Isn't that so?'
788 'Yes,' she said. 'I have a car. An old Studebaker.'
789 The fry cook glanced from her to the young truck driver, and then set her plate before her at the
790counter.
791 The loudspeaker at the end of the aisle said, 'Achtung, meine Damen und Herren. 'In his seat, Mr.
792Baynes started, opened his eyes. Through the window to his right he could see, far below, the
793brown and green of land, and then blue. The Pacific. The rocket, he realized, had begun its long
794slow descent.
795 In German first, then Japanese, and at last English, the loudspeaker explained that no one was to
796smoke or to untie himself from his padded seat. The descent, it explained, would take eight
797minutes.
798 The retro-jets started then, so suddenly and loudly, shaking the ship so violently, that a number
799of passengers gasped. Mr. Baynes smiled, and in the aisle seat across from him, another passenger,
800a younger man with close-cropped blond hair, also smiled.
801 'Sie furchten dass — ' the young man began, but Mr. Baynes said at once, in English:
802 'I'm sorry; I don't speak German.' The young German gazed at him questioningly, and so he said
803the same thing in German.
804 'No German?' the young German said, amazed, in accented English.
805 'I am Swedish,' Baynes said.
806 'You embarked at Tempelhof.'
807 'Yes, I was in Germany on business. My business carries me to a number of countries.'
808 Clearly, the young German could not believe that anyone in the modern world, anyone who had
809international business dealings and rode — could afford to ride — on the latest Lufthansa rocket,
810could or would not speak German. To Baynes he said, 'What line are you in, mein Herr?'
811 'Plastics. Polyesters. Resins. Ersatz — industrial uses. Do you see? No consumers' commodities.'
812 'Sweden has a plastics industry?' Disbelief.
813 'Yes, a very good one. If you will give me your name I will have a firm brochure mailed to you.'
814Mr. Baynes brought out his pen and pad.
815 'Never mind. It would be wasted on me. I am an artist, not a commercial man. No offense.
816Possibly you have seen my work while on the Continent. Alex Lotze.' He waited.
817 'Afraid I do not care for modern art,' Mr. Baynes said. 'I like the old prewar cubists and
818abstractionists. I like a picture to mean something, not merely to represent the ideal.' He turned
819away.
820 'But that's the task of art,' Lotze said. 'To advance the spirituality of man, over the sensual. Your
821abstract art represented a period of spiritual decadence, of spiritual chaos, due to the disintegration
822of society, the old plutocracy. The Jewish and capitalist millionaires, the international set that
823supported the decadent art. Those times are over; art has to-go on — it can't stay still.'
824 Baynes nodded, gazing out the window.
825 'Have you been to the Pacific before?' Lotze asked.
826 'Several times.'
827 'Not I. There is an exhibition in San Francisco of my work, arranged by Dr. Goebbels' office,
828with the Japanese authorities. A cultural exchange to promote understanding and goodwill. We
829must ease tensions between the East and West, don't you think? We must have more
830communication, and art can do that.'
831 Baynes nodded. Below, beyond the ring of fire from the rocket, the city of San Francisco and the
832Bay could now be seen.
833 'Where does one eat in San Francisco?' Lotze was saying. 'I have reservations at the Palace
834Hotel, but my understanding is that one can find good food in the international section, such as the
835Chinatown.'
836 'True,' Baynes said.
837 'Are prices high in San Francisco? I am out of pocket for this trip. The Ministry is very frugal.'
838Lotze laughed.
839 'Depends on the exchange rate you can manage. I presume you're carrying Reichsbank drafts. I
840suggest you go to the Bank of Tokyo on Samson Street and exchange there.'
841 'Danke sehr,' Lotze said. 'I would have done it at the hotel.'
842 The rocket had almost reached the ground. Now Baynes could see the airfield itself, hangars,
843parking lots, the autobahn from the city, the houses. . . very lovely view, he thought. Mountains and
844water, and a few bits of fog drifting in at the Golden Gate.
845 'What is that enormous structure below?' Lotze asked. 'It is half-finished, open at one side. A
846spaceport? The Nipponese have no spacecraft, I thought.'
847 With a smile, Baynes said, 'That's Golden Poppy Stadium. The baseball park.'
848 Lotze laughed. 'Yes, they love baseball. Incredible. They have begun work on that great structure
849for a pastime, an idle time-wasting sport — '
850 Interrupting, Baynes said, 'It is finished. That's its permanent shape. Open on one side. A new
851architectural design. They are very proud of it.'
852 'It looks,' Lotze said, gazing down, 'as if it was designed by a Jew.'
853 Baynes regarded the man for a time. He felt, strongly for a moment, the unbalanced quality, the
854psychotic streak, in the German mind. Did Lotze actually mean what he said? Was it a truly
855spontaneous remark?
856 'I hope we will see one another later on in San Francisco,' Lotze said as the rocket touched the
857ground. 'I will be at loose ends without a countryman to talk to.'
858 'I'm not a countryman of yours,' Baynes said.
859 'Oh, yes; that's so. But racially, you're quite close. For all intents and purposes the same.' Lotze
860began to stir around in his seat, getting ready to unfasten the elaborate belts.
861 Am I racially kin to this man? Baynes wondered. So closely so that for all intents and purposes it
862is the same? Then it is in me, too, the psychotic streak. A psychotic world we live in. The madmen
863are in power. How long have we known this? Faced this? And — how many of us do know it? Not
864Lotze. Perhaps if you know you are insane then you are not insane. Or. you are becoming sane,
865finally. Waking up. I suppose only a few are aware of all this. Isolated persons here and there. But
866the broad masses . . . what do they think? All these hundreds of thousands in this city, here. Do they
867imagine that they live in a sane world? Or do they guess, glimpse, the truth . . . ?
868 But, he thought, what does it mean, insane? A legal definition. What do I mean? I feel it, see it,
869but what is it?
870 He thought, It is something they do, something they are. It is -their unconsciousness. Their lack
871of knowledge about others. Their not being aware of what they do to others, the destruction they
872have caused and are causing. No, he thought. That isn't it, I don't know; I sense it, intuit it. But —
873they are purposely cruel . . . is that it? No. God, he thought. I can't find it, make it clear. Do they
874ignore parts of reality? Yes. But it is more. It is their plans. Yes, their plans. The conquering of the
875planets. Something frenzied and demented, as was their conquering of Africa, and before that,
876Europe and Asia.
877 Their view; it is cosmic. Not of a man here, a child there, but air abstraction: race, land. Volk.
878Land. Blut. Ehre. Not of honorable men but of Ehre itself, honor; the abstract is real, the actual is
879invisible to them. Die Güte, but not good, this good man. It is their sense of space and time. They
880see through the here, the now, into the vast black deep beyond, the unchanging. And that is fatal to
881life. Because eventually there will be no life; there was once only the dust particles in space, the hot
882hydrogen gases, nothing more, and it will come again. This is an interval, ein Augenblick. The
883cosmic process is hurrying on, crushing life back into the granite and methane; the wheel turns for
884all life. It is all temporary. And they — these madmen — respond to the granite, the dust, the
885longing of the inanimate; they want to aid Natur.
886 And, he thought, I know why. They want to be the agents, not the victims, of history. They
887identify with God's power and believe they are godlike. That is their basic madness. They are
888overcome by some archetype; their egos have expanded psychotically so that they cannot tell where
889they begin and the godhead leaves off. It is not hubris, not pride; it is inflation of the ego to its
890ultimate — confusion between him who worships and that which is worshiped. Man has not eaten
891God; God has eaten man.
892 What they do not comprehend is man's helplessness. I am weak, small, of no consequence to the
893universe. It does not notice me; I live on unseen. But why is that bad? Isn't it better that way?
894Whom the gods notice they destroy. Be small . . . and you will escape the jealousy of the great.
895 As he unfastened his own belt, Baynes said, 'Mr. Lotze, I have never told anyone this. I am a
896Jew. Do you understand?'
897 Lotze stared at him piteously.
898 'You would not have known,' Baynes said, 'because I do not in any physical way appear Jewish; I
899have had my nose altered, my large greasy pores made smaller, my skin chemically lightened, tife
900shape of my skull changed. In short, physically I cannot be detected. I can and have often walked in
901the highest circles of Nazi society. No one will ever discover me. And-' He paused, standing close,
902very close to Lotze and speaking in a low voice which only Lotze could hear. 'And there are others
903of us. Do you hear? We did not die. We still exist. We live on unseen.'
904 After a moment Lotze stuttered, 'The Security Police — '
905 'The SD can go over my record,' Baynes said. 'You can report me. But I have very high
906connections. Some of them are Aryan, some are other Jews in top positions in Berlin. Your report
907will be discounted, and then, presently, I will report you. And through these same connections, you
908will find yourself in Protective Custody.' He smiled, nodded and walked up the aisle of the ship,
909away from Lotze, to join the other passengers.
910 Everyone descended the ramp, onto the cold, windy field. At the bottom, Baynes found himself
911once more momentarily near Lotze.
912 'In fact,' Baynes said, walking beside Lotze, 'I do not like your looks, Mr. Lotze, so I think I will
913report you anyhow.' He strode on, then, leaving Lotze behind.
914 At the far end of the field, at the concourse entrance, a large number of people were waiting.
915Relatives, friends of passengers, some of them waving, peering, smiling, looking anxious, scanning
916faces. A heavyset middle-aged Japanese man, well-dressed in a British overcoat, pointed Oxfords,
917bowler, stood -a little ahead of the others, with a younger Japanese beside him. On his coat lapel he
918wore the badge of the ranking Pacific Trade Mission of the Imperial Government. There he is,
919Baynes realized. Mr. N. Tagomi, come personally to meet me.
920 Starting forward, the Japanese called, 'Herr Baynes — good evening.' His head tilted hesitantly.
921 'Good evening, Mr. Tagomi,' Baynes said, holding out his hand. They shook, then bowed. The
922younger Japanese also bowed, beaming.
923 'Bit cold, sir; on this exposed field,' Mr. Tagomi said. 'We shall begin return trip to downtown
924city by Mission helicopter. Is that so? Or do-you need to use the facilities, and so forth?' He
925scrutinized Mr. Baynes' face anxiously.
926 'We can start right now,' Baynes said. 'I want to check in at my hotel. My baggage, however — '
927 'Mr. Kotomichi will attend to that,' Mr. Tagomi said. 'He will follow. You see, sir, at this
928terminal it takes almost an hour waiting in line to claim baggage. Longer than your trip.'
929 Mr. Kotomichi smiled agreeably.
930 'All right,' Baynes said.
931 Mr. Tagomi said, 'Sir, I have a gift to graft.'
932 'I beg your pardon?' Baynes said.
933 'To invite your favorable attitude.' Mr. Tagomi reached into his overcoat pocket and brought out
934a small box. 'Selected from among the finest objects d'art of America available.' He held out the
935box.
936 'Well,' Baynes said. 'Thanks.' He accepted the box.
937 'All afternoon assorted officials examined the alternatives,' Mr. Tagomi said. 'This is most
938authentic of dying old U.S. culture, a rare retained artifact carrying flavor of bygone halcyon day.'
939 Mr. Baynes opened the box. In it lay a Mickey Mouse wristwatch on a pad of black velvet.
940 Was Mr. Tagomi playing a joke on him? He raised his eyes, saw Mr. Tagomi's tense, concerned
941face. No, it was not a joke. 'Thank you very much,' Baynes said. 'This is indeed incredible.'
942 'Only few, perhaps ten, authentic 1938 Mickey Mouse watches in all world today,' Mr. Tagomi
943said, studying him, drinking in his reaction, his appreciation. 'No collector known to me has one,
944sir.'
945 They entered the air terminal and together ascended the ramp.
946 Behind them Mr. Kotomichi said, 'Harusame ni nuretsutsu yane no temari kana. . .'
947 'What is that?' Mr. Baynes said to Mr. Tagomi.
948 'Old poem,' Mr. Tagomi said. 'Middle Tokugawa Period.'
949 Mr. Kotomichi said, 'As the spring rains fall, soaking in them, on the roof, is a child's rag ball.'
9504
951As Frank Frink watched his ex-employer waddle down the corridor and into the main work area of
952W-M Corporation he thought to himself, The Strange thing about Wyndam-Matson is that he does
953not look like a man who owns a factory. He looks like a Tenderloin bum, a wino, who has been
954given a bath, new clothes, a shave, haircut, shot of vitamins, and set out into the world with five
955dollars to find a new life. The old man had a weak, shifty, nervous, even ingratiating manner, as if
956he regarded everyone as a potential enemy stronger than he, whom he had to fawn on and pacify.
957'They're going to get me,' his manner seemed to say.
958 And yet old W-M was really very powerful. He owned controlling interests in a variety of
959enterprises, speculations, real estate. As well as the W-M Corporation factory.
960 Following after the old man, Frink pushed open the big metal door to the main work area. The
961rumble of machinery, which he had heard around him every day for so long — sight of men at the
962machines, air filled with flash of light, waste dust, movement. There went the old man. Frink
963increased his pace.
964 'Hey, Mr. W-M!' he called.
965 The old man had stopped by the hairy-armed shop foreman, Ed McCarthy. Both of them glanced
966up as Frink came toward them.
967 Moistening his lips nervously, Wyndam-Matson said, 'I'm sorry, Frank; I can't do anything about
968taking you back. I've already gone ahead and hired someone to take your place, thinking you
969weren't coming back. After what you said.' His small round eyes flickered with what Frink knew to
970be an almost hereditary evasiveness. It was in the old man's blood.
971 Frink said, 'I came for my tools. Nothing else.' His own voice, he was glad to hear, was firm,
972even harsh.
973 'Well, let's see,' W-M mumbled, obviously hazy in his own mind as to the status of Frink's tools.
974To Ed McCarthy he said, 'I think that would be in your department, Ed. Maybe you can fix Frank
975here up. I have other business.' He glanced at his pocket watch. 'Listen, Ed. I'll discuss that invoice
976later; I have to run along.' He patted Ed McCarthy on the arm and then trotted off, not looking
977back.
978 Ed McCarthy and Frink stood together.
979 'You came to get your job back,' McCarthy said after a time.
980 'Yes,' Frink said.
981 'I was proud of what you said yesterday.'
982 'So was I,' Frink said. 'But — Christ, I can't work it out anywhere else.' He felt defeated and
983hopeless. 'You know that.' The two of them had, in the past, often talked over their problems.
984 McCarthy said, 'I don't know that. You're as good with that flex-cable machine as anybody on
985the Coast. I've seen you whip out a piece in five minutes, including the rouge polishing. All the way
986from the rough Cratex. And except for the welding — '
987 'I never said I could weld,' Frink said.
988 'Did you ever think of going into business on your own?'
989 Frink, taken by surprise, stammered, 'What doing?'
990 'Jewelry.'
991 'Aw, for Christ's sake!'
992 'Custom, original pieces, not commercial.' McCarthy beckoned him over to a corner of the shop,
993away from the noise. 'For about two thousand bucks you could set up a little basement or garage
994shop. One time I drew up designs for women's earrings and pendants. You remember — real
995modern contemporary.' Taking scratch paper, he began to draw, slowly, grimly.
996 Peering over his shoulder, Frink saw a bracelet design, an abstract with flowing lines. 'Is there a
997market?' All he had ever seen were the traditional — even antique — objects from the past.
998'Nobody wants contemporary American; there isn't any such thing, not since the war.'
999 'Create a market,' McCarthy said, with an angry grimace.
1000 'You mean sell it myself?'
1001 'Take it into retail shops. Like that — what's it called? On Montgomery Street, that big ritzy art
1002object place.'
1003 'American Artistic Handcrafts,' Frink said. He never went into fashionable, expensive stores such
1004as that. Few Americans did; it was the Japanese who had the money to buy from such places.
1005 'You know what retailers like that are selling?' McCarthy said. 'And getting a fortune for? Those
1006goddam silver belt buckles from New Mexico that the Indians make. Those goddam tourist trash
1007pieces, all alike. Supposedly native art.'
1008 For a long time Frink regarded McCarthy. 'I know what else they sell,' he said finally. 'And so do
1009you.'
1010 'Yes,' McCarthy said.
1011 They both knew — because they had both been directly involved, and for a long time.
1012 W-M Corporation's stated legal business consisted in turning out wrought-iron staircases,
1013railings, fireplaces, and ornaments for new apartment buildings, all on a mass basis, from standard
1014designs. For a new forty-unit building the same piece would be executed forty times in a row.
1015Ostensibly, W-M Corporation was an iron foundry. But in addition, it maintained another business
1016from which its real profits were derived.
1017 Using an elaborate variety of tools, materials, and machines, W-M Corporation turned out a
1018constant flow of forgeries of pre-war American artifacts. These forgeries were cautiously but
1019expertly fed into the wholesale art object market, to join the genuine objects collected throughout
1020the continent. As in the stamp and coin business, no one could possibly estimate the percentage of
1021forgeries in circulation. And no one — especially the dealers and the collectors themselves —
1022wanted to.
1023 When Frink had quit, there lay half-finished on his bench a Colt revolver of the Frontier period;
1024he had made the molds himself, done the casting, and had been busy handsmoothing the pieces.
1025There was an unlimited market for small arms of the American Civil War and Frontier period; WM
1026Corporation could sell all that Frink could turn out. It was his specialty.
1027 Walking slowly over to his bench, Frink picked up the still-rough and burred ramrod of the
1028revolver. Another three days and the gun would be finished. Yes, he thought, it was good work. An 
1029expert could have told the difference . . . but the Japanese collectors weren't authorities in - the
1030proper sense, had no standards or tests by which to judge.
1031 In fact, as far as he knew, it had never occurred to them to ask themselves if the so-called historic
1032art objects for sale in West Coast shops were genuine. Perhaps someday they would . . . and then
1033the bubble would burst, the market would collapse even for the authentic pieces. A Gresham' 'S
1034Law: the fakes would undermine the value of the real. And that no doubt was the motive for the
1035failure to investigate; after all, everyone was happy. The factories, here and there in the various
1036cities, which turned out the-pieces, they made their profits. The wholesalers passed them on, and
1037the dealers displayed and advertised them. The collectors shelled out their money and carried their
1038purchases happily home, to impress their associates, friends, and mistresses.
1039 Like postwar boodle paper money, it was fine until questioned. Nobody was hurt — until the day
1040of reckoning. And then everyone, equally, would be ruined. But meanwhile, nobody talked about it,
1041even the men who earned their living turning out the forgeries; they shut their own minds to what
1042they made, kept their attention on the mere technical problems.
1043 'How long since you tried to do original designing?' McCarthy asked.
1044 Frink shrugged. 'Years. I can copy accurately as hell. But — '
1045 'You know what I think? I think you've picked up the Nazi idea that Jews can't create. That they
1046can only imitate and sell. Middlemen.' He fixed his merciless scrutiny on Frink.
1047 'Maybe so,' Frink said.
1048 'Try it. Do some original designs. Or work directly on the metal. Play around. Like a kid plays.'
1049 'No,' Frink said.
1050 'You have no faith,' McCarthy said. 'You've completely lost faith in yourself — right? Too bad.
1051Because I know you could do it.' He walked away from the workbench.
1052 It is too bad, Frink thought. But nevertheless it's the truth. It's a fact. I can't get faith or
1053enthusiasm by willing it. Deciding to.
1054 That McCarthy, he thought, is a damn good shop foreman. He has the knack of needling a man,
1055getting him to put out his best efforts, to do his utmost in spite of himself. He's a natural leader; he
1056almost inspired me, for a moment, there. But — McCarthy had gone off, now; the effort had failed.
1057 Too bad I don't have my copy of the oracle here, Frink thought. I could consult it on this; take
1058the issue to it for its five thousand years of wisdom. And then he recalled that there was copy of the
1059I Ching in the lounge of the business office of W-M Corporation. So he made his way from the
1060work area, along the corridor, hurriedly through the business office to the lounge. -
1061 Seated in one of the chrome and plastic lounge chairs, he wrote his question out on the back of
1062an envelope: 'Should I attempt to go into the creative private business outlined to me just now?'
1063And then he began throwing the coins.
1064 The bottom line was a Seven, and so was the second and then the third. The bottom trigam in
1065Ch'ien, he realized. That sounded good; Ch'ien was the creative. Then line Four, an eight. Yin. And
1066line Five, also eight, a yin line. Good lord, he thought excitedly; one more yin line and I've got
1067Hexagram Eleven, T'ai, Peace. Very favorable judgment. Or — his hands trembled as he rattled the
1068coins. A yang line and hence Hexagram Twenty-six, Ta Ch'u, the Taming Power of the Great. Both
1069have favorable judgments, and it has to be one or the other. He threw the three coins.
1070 Yin. A six. It was Peace.
1071 Opening the book, he read the judgment.
1072PEACE. The small departs.
1073The great approaches.
1074Good fortune. Success.
1075 So I ought to do as Ed McCarthy says. Open my little business. Now the six at the top, my one
1076moving line. He turned the page. What was the text? He could not recall; probably favorable
1077because the hexagram itself was so favorable. Union of heaven and earth — but the first and last
1078lines were outside the hexagram always, so possibly the six at the top . . .
1079 His eyes picked out the line, read it in a flash.
1080The wall falls back into the moat.
1081Use no army now.
1082Make your commands known within your own town.
1083Perseverance brings humiliation.
1084 My busted back! he exclaimed, horrified. And the commentary.
1085The change alluded to in the middle of the hexagram has begun to take place. The wall of the town
1086sinks back into the moat from which it was dug. The hour of doom is at hand. . .
1087 It was, beyond doubt, one of the most dismal lines in the entire book, of more than three
1088thousand lines. And yet the judgment of the hexagram was good.
1089 Which was he supposed to follow?
1090 And how could they be so different? It had never happened to him before, good fortune and
1091doom mixed together in the Dracle's prophecy; what a weird fate, as if the oracle had scraped the
1092bottom of the barrel, tossed up every sort of rag, bone, and turd of the dark, then reversed itself and
1093poured in the light like a cook gone barmy. I must have pressed two buttons at once, he decided;
1094jammed the works and got this schlimazl's eye view of reality. Just for a second — fortunately.
1095Didn't last.
1096 Hell, he thought, it has to be one or the other; it can't be both. You can't have good fortune and
1097doom simultaneously.
1098 Or . . . can you?
1099 The jewelry business will bring good fortune; the judgment refers to that. But the line, the
1100goddam line; it refers to something deeper, some future catastrophe probably not even connected
1101with the jewelry business. Some evil fate that's in store for me anyhow. . .
1102 War! he thought. Third World War! All frigging two billion of us killed, our civilization wiped
1103out. Hydrogen bombs falling like hail.
1104 Oy gewalt! he thought. What's happening? Did I start it in motion? Or is someone else tinkering,
1105someone I don't even know? Or — the whole lot of us. It's the fault of those physicists and that
1106synchronicity theory, every particle being connected with every other; you can't fart without
1107changing the balance in the universe. It makes living a funny joke with nobody around to laugh. I
1108open a book and get a report on future events that even God would like to file and forget. And who
1109am I? The wrong person; I can tell you that.
1110 I should take my tools, get my motors from McCarthy, open my shop, start my piddling business,
1111go on despite the horrible line. Be working, creating in my own way right up to the end, living as
1112best I can, as actively as possible, until the wall falls back into the moat for all of us, all mankind.
1113That's what the oracle is telling me. Fate will poleax us eventually anyhow, but I have my job in the
1114meantime; I must use my mind, my hands.
1115 The judgment was for me alone, for my work. But the line; it was for us all.
1116 I'm too small, he thought, I can only read what's written, glance up and then lower my head and
1117plod along where I left off as if I hadn't seen; the oracle doesn't expect me to start running up and
1118down the streets, squalling and yammering for public attention.
1119 Can anyone alter it? he wondered. All of us combined . . . or one great figure . . . or someone
1120strategically placed, who happens to be in the right spot. Chance. Accident. And our lives, our
1121world, hanging on it.
1122 Closing the book, he left the lounge and walked back to the main work area. When he caught
1123sight of McCarthy, he waved him over to one side where they could resume talk.
1124 'The more I think about it,' Frink said, 'the morel like your idea.'
1125 'Fine,' McCarthy said. 'Now listen. Here's what you do. You have to get money from WyndamMatson.'
1126- He winked, a slow, intense, frightened twitch of his eyelid. 'I figured out how. I'm going
1127to quit and go in with you. My designs, see. What's wrong with that? I know they're good.'
1128 'Sure,' Frink said, a little dazed.
1129 'I'll see you after work tonight,' McCarthy said. 'At my apartment. You come over around seven
1130and have dinner with Jean and me — if you can stand the kids.'
1131 'Okay,' Frink said.
1132 McCarthy gave him a slap on the shoulder and went off.
1133 I've gone a long way, Frink said to himself. In the last ten minutes. But he did not feel
1134apprehensive; he felt, now, excitement.
1135 It sure happened fast, he thought as he walked over to his bench and began collecting his tools. I
1136guess that's how those kinds of things happen. Opportunity, when it comes —
1137 All my life I've waited for this. When the oracle says 'something must be achieved' — it means
1138this. The time is truly great. What is the time, now? What is this moment? Six at the top in
1139Hexagram Eleven changes everything to Twenty-six, Taming Power of the Great. Yin becomes
1140yang; the line moves and a new Moment appears. And I was so off stride I didn't even notice! -
1141 I'll bet that's why I got that terrible line; that's the only way Hexagram Eleven can change to
1142Hexagram Twenty-six, by that moving six at the top. So I shouldn't get my ass in such an uproar.
1143 But, despite his excitement and optimism, he could not get the line completely out of his mind.
1144 However, he thought ironically, I'm making a damn good try; by seven tonight maybe I'll have
1145managed to forget it like it never happened.
1146 He thought, I sure hope so. Because this get-together with Ed is big. He's got some surefire idea;
1147lean tell. And I don't intend to find myself left out.
1148 Right now I'm nothing, but if I can swing this, then maybe lean get Juliana back. I know what
1149she wants — she deserves to be married to a man who matters, an important person in the
1150community, not some meshuggener. Men used to be men, in the old days; before the war for
1151instance. But all that's gone now.
1152 No wonder she roams around from place to place, from man to man, seeking. And not even
1153knowing what it is herself, what her biology needs. But I know, and through this big-time action
1154with McCarthy — whatever it is — I'm going to achieve it for her.
1155 At lunchtime, Robert Childan closed up American Artistic Handcrafts Inc. Usually he crossed
1156the street and ate at the coffee shop. In any case he stayed away no more than half an hour, and
1157today he was gone only twenty minutes. Memory of his ordeal with Mr. Tagomi and the staff of the
1158Trade Mission still kept his stomach upset.
1159 As he returned to his store he said to himself, Perhaps new policy of not making calls. Do all
1160business within store.
1161 Two hours showing. Much too long. Almost four hours in all; too late to reopen store. An entire
1162afternoon to sell one item, one Mickey Mouse watch; expensive treasure, but — he unlocked the
1163store door, propped it open, went to hang up his coat in the rear.
1164 When he re-emerged he found that he had a customer. A white man. Well, he thought. Surprise.
1165 'Good day, sir,' Childan said, bowing slightly. Probably a pinoc. Slender, rather dark man. Welldressed,
1166fashionable. But not at ease. Slight shine of perspiration.
1167 'Good day,' the man murmured, moving around the store to inspect the displays. Then, all at
1168once, he approached the counter. He reached into his coat, produced a small shiny leather cardcase,
1169set down a multicolored, elaborately printed card.
1170 On the card, the Imperial emblem. And military insignia. The Navy. Admiral Harusha. Robert
1171Childan examined it, impressed.
1172 'The admiral's ship,' the customer explained, 'lies in San Francisco Bay at this moment. The
1173carrier Syokaku.'
1174 'Ah,' Childan said.
1175 'Admiral Harusha has never before visited the West Coast,' the customer explained. 'He has
1176many wishes while here, one of which is to pay personal visit to your famous store. All the time in
1177the Home Islands he has heard of American Artistic Handcrafts Inc.'
1178 Childan bowed with delight.
1179 'However,' the man continued, 'due to pressure of appointments, the admiral cannot pay personal
1180visit to your esteemed store. But he has sent me; I am his gentleman.'
1181 'The admiral is a collector?' Childan said, his mind working at top speed.
1182 'He is a lover of the arts. He is a connoisseur. But not a collector. What he desires is for gift
1183purposes; to wit: he wishes to present each officer of his ship a valuable historic artifact, a side arm
1184of the epic American Civil War.' The man paused. 'There are twelve officers in. all.'
1185 To himself, Childan thought, Twelve Civil War side arms. Cost to buyer: almost ten thousand
1186dollars. He trembled.
1187 'As is well known,' the man continued, 'your shop sells such priceless antique artifacts from the
1188pages of American history. Alas, all too rapidly vanishing into limbo of time.'
1189 Taking enormous care in his words-he could not afford to lose this, to make one single slip —
1190Childan said, 'Yes, it is true. Of all the stores in PSA, I possess finest stock-imaginable of Civil
1191War weapons. I will be happy to serve Admiral Harusha. Shall I gather superb collection of such
1192and bring aboard the Syokaku? This afternoon, possibly?'
1193 The man said, 'No, I shall inspect them here.'
1194 Twelve. Childan computed. He did not possess twelve — in fact, he had only three. But he could
1195acquire twelve, if luck were with him, through various channels within the week. Air express from
1196the East, for instance. And local wholesale contacts.
1197 'You, sir,' Childan said, 'are knowledgeable in such weapons?'
1198 'Tolerably,' the man said. 'I have a small collection of hand weapons, including tiny secret pistol
1199made to look like domino, Circa 1840.'
1200 'Exquisite item,' Childan said, as he went to the locked safe to get several guns for Admiral
1201Harusha's gentleman's inspection.
1202 When he returned, he found the man writing out a bank check. The man paused and said, 'The
1203admiral desires to pay in advance. A deposit of fifteen thousand PSA dollars.'
1204 The room swam before Childan's eyes. But he managed to keep his voice level; he even made
1205himself sound a trifle bored. 'If you wish. It is not necessary; a mere formality of business.' Laying
1206down a leather and felt box he said, 'Here is exceptional Colt .44 of 1860.' He opened the box.
1207'Black powder and ball. This issued to U. S. Army. Boys in blue carried these into four instance
1208Second Bull Run.'
1209 For a considerable time the man examined the Colt .44. Then, lifting his eyes, he said calmly,
1210'Sir, this is an imitation.'
1211 'Eh?' Childan said, not comprehending.
1212 'This piece is no older than six months. Sir, your offering is a fake. I am cast into gloom. But see.
1213The wood here. Artificially aged by an acid chemical. What a shame.' He laid the gun down.
1214 Childan picked the gun up and stood holding it between his hands. He could think of nothing to
1215say. Turning the gun over and over, he at last said, 'It can't be.' -
1216 'An imitation of the authentic historic gun. Nothing more. I am afraid, sir, you have been
1217deceived. Perhaps by some unscrupulous churl. You must report this to the San Francisco police.'
1218The man bowed. 'It grieves me. You may have other imitations, too, in your shop. Is it possible, sir,
1219that you, the owner, dealer, in such items, cannot distinguish the forgeries from the real?'
1220 There was silence.
1221 Reaching down, the man picked up the half-completed check which he had been making out. He
1222returned it to his pocket, put his pen away, and bowed. 'It is a shame, sir, but I clearly cannot, alas,
1223conduct my business with American Artistic Handcrafts Inc. after all. Admiral Harusha will be
1224disappointed. Nevertheless, you can see my position.'
1225 Childan stared down at the gun.
1226 'Good day, sir,' the man said. 'Please accept my humbly meant advice; hire some expert to
1227scrutinize your acquisitions. Your reputation. . . I am sure you understand.'
1228 Childan mumbled, 'Sir, if you could please — '
1229 'Be tranquil, sir. I will not mention this to anyone. I — shall tell the admiral that unfortunately
1230your shop was closed today. After all — ' The man paused at the doorway. 'We are both, after all,
1231white men.' Bowing once more, he departed.
1232 Alone, Childan stood holding the gun.
1233 It can't be, he thought.
1234 But it must be. Good God in heaven. I am ruined. I have lost a fifteen-thousand-dollar sale. And
1235my reputation, if this gets out. If that man, Admiral Harusha's gentleman, is not discreet.
1236 I will kill myself, he decided. I have lost place. I cannot go on; that is a fact.
1237 On the other hand, perhaps that man erred.
1238 Perhaps he lied.
1239 He was sent by United States Historic Objects to destroy me. Or by West Coast Art Exclusives.
1240 Anyhow, one of my competitors.
1241 The gun is no doubt genuine.
1242 How can I find out? Childan racked his brains. Ah. I will have the gun analyzed at the University
1243of California Penology Department. I know someone there, or at least I once did. This matter came
1244up before once. Alleged non-authenticity of ancient breechloader.
1245 In haste, he telephoned one of the city's bonded messenger and delivery services, told them to
1246send a man over at once. Then he wrapped the gun and wrote out a note to the University lab,
1247telling them to make professional estimate of the gun's age at once and inform him by phone. The
1248delivery man arrived; Childan gave him the note and parcel, the address, and told him to go by
1249helicopter. The man departed, and Childan began pacing about his store, waiting . . . waiting.
1250 At three o'clock the University called.
1251 'Mr. Childan,' the voice said, 'you wanted this weapon tested for authenticity, this l860 Army
1252Model Colt .44.' A pause, while Childan gripped the phone with apprehension. 'Here's the lab
1253report. It's a reproduction cast from plastic molds except for the walnut. Serial numbers all wrong.
1254The frame not casehardened by the cyanide process. Both brown and blue surfaces achieved by a
1255modem quick-acting technique, the whole gun artificially aged, given a treatment to make it appear
1256old and worn.'
1257 Childan said thickly, 'The man who brought it to me for appraisal — '
1258 'Tell him he's been taken,' the University technician said. 'And very taken. It's a good job. Done
1259by a real pro. See, the authentic gun was given its — you know the bluemetal parts? Those were
1260put in a box of leather strips, sealed, with cyanide gas, and heated. Too cumbersome, nowadays.
1261But this was done in a fairly well-equipped shop. We detected particles of several polishing and
1262finishing compounds, some quite unusual. Now we can't prove this, but we know there's a regular
1263industry turning out these fakes. There must be. We've seen so many.'
1264 'No,' Childan said. 'That is only a rumor. I can state that to you as absolute fact, sir.' His voice
1265rose and broke screechingly. 'And I am in a position to know. Why do you think I sent it to you? I
1266could perceive its fakery, being qualified by years of training. Such as this is a rarity, an oddity.
1267Actually a joke. A prank.' He broke off, panting. 'Thank you for confirming my own observations.
1268You will bill me. Thank you.' He rang off at once.
1269 Then, without pausing, he got out his records. He began tracing the gun. How had it come to
1270him? From whom?
1271 It had come, he discovered, from one of the largest wholesale suppliers in San Francisco. Ray
1272Calvin Associates, on Van Ness. At once he phoned them.
1273 'Let me talk to Mr. Calvin,' he said. His voice had now become a trifle steadier. -
1274 Presently a gruff voice, very busy. 'Yes.'
1275 'This is Bob Childan. At A.A.H. Inc. On Montgomery. Ray, I have a matter of delicacy. I wish to
1276see you, private conference, sometime today in your office or et cetera. Believe me, sir. You had
1277better heed my request.' Now, he discovered, he was bellowing into the phone.
1278 'Okay,' Ray Calvin said.
1279 'Tell no one. This is absolutely confidential.'
1280 'Four o'clock?'
1281 'Four it is,' Childan said. 'At your office. Good day.' He slammed the receiver down so furiously
1282that the entire phone fell from the counter to the floor; kneeling, he gathered it up and replaced it in
1283its spot.
1284 There was half an hour ahead before he should start; he had all that time to pace, helpless,
1285waiting. What to do? An idea. He phoned the San Francisco office of the Tokyo Herald, on Market
1286Street.
1287 'Sirs,' he said, 'please tell me if the carrier Syokaku is in the harbor, and if so, how long. I would
1288appreciate this information from your estimable newspaper.'
1289 An agonizing wait. Then the girl was back.
1290 'According to our reference room, sir,' she said in a giggling voice, 'the carrier Syokaku is at the
1291bottom of the Philippine Sea. It was sunk by an American submarine in 1945. Any more questions
1292we can help you with, sir?' Obviously they, at the newspaper office, appreciated the wild-goose
1293variety of prank that had been played on him.
1294 He hung up. No carrier Syokaku for seventeen years. Probably no Admiral Harusha. The man
1295had been an imposter. And yet —
1296 The man had been right. The Colt .44 was a fake.
1297 It did not make sense.
1298 Perhaps the man was a speculator; he had been trying to corner the market in Civil War period
1299side arms. An expert. And he had recognized the fake; he was the professional of professionals.
1300 It would take a professional to know. Someone in the business. Not a mere collector.
1301 Childan felt a tiny measure of relief. Then few others would detect. Perhaps no one else. Secret
1302safe.
1303 Let matter drop?
1304 He considered. No. Must investigate. First of all, get back investment; get reimbursement from
1305Ray Calvin. And — must have all other artifacts in stock examined by University lab.
1306 But — suppose many of them are non-authentic?
1307 Difficult matter.
1308 Only way is this, he decided. He felt grim, even desperate. Go to Ray Calvin. Confront him.
1309Insist that he pursue matter back to source. Maybe he is innocent, too. Maybe not. In any case, tell
1310him no more fakes or I will not buy through him ever again.
1311 He will have to absorb the loss, Childan decided. Not I. If he will not, then I will approach other
1312retail dealers, tell them; ruin his reputation. Why should I be ruined alone? Pass it on to those
1313responsible, hand hot potato back along line.
1314 But it must be done with utmost secrecy. Keep matter strictly between ourselves.
13155
1316 The telephone call from Ray Calvin puzzled Wyndam-Matson. He could not make sense out of
1317it, partly because of Calvin's rapid manner of speech and partly because at the moment the call
1318came — eleven-thirty in the evening — Wyndam-Matson was entertaining a lady visitor in his
1319apartment at the Muromachi Hotel.
1320 Calvin said, 'Look here, my friend, we're sending back that whole last shipment from you people.
1321And I'd send back stuff before that, but we've paid for everything except the last shipment. Your
1322billing date May eighteenth.'
1323 Naturally, Wyndam-Matson wanted to know why.
1324 'They're lousy fakes,' Calvin said.
1325 'But you knew that.' He was dumbfounded. 'I mean, Ray, you've always been aware of the
1326situation.' He glanced around; the girl was off somewhere, probably in the powder room.
1327 Calvin said, 'I knew they were fakes. I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about the lousy part.
1328Look, I'm really not concerned whether some gun you send us really was used in the Civil War or
1329not; all I care about is that it's a satisfactory Colt .44, item whatever-it-is in your catalog: It has to
1330meet standards. Look, do you know who Robert Childan is?'
1331 'Yes.' He had a vague memory, although at the moment he could not quite pin the name down.
1332Somebody important.
1333 'He was in here today. To my office. I'm calling from my office, not home; we're still going over
1334it. Anyhow, he came in and rattled off some long account. He was mad as hell. Really agitated.
1335Well, evidently some big customer of his, some Jap admiral, came in or had his man come in.
1336Childan talked about a twenty-thousand-dollar order, but that's probably an exaggeration. Anyhow,
1337what did happen — I have no cause to doubt this part — is that the Japanese came in, wanted to 
1338buy, took one look at one of those Colt .44 items you people turn out, saw it to be a fake, put his
1339money back in his pants pocket, and left. Now. What do you say?'
1340 There was nothing that Wyndam-Matson could think of to say. But he thought to himself
1341instantly. It's Frink and McCarthy. They said they'd do something, and this is it. But — he could
1342not figure out what they had done; he could not make sense out of Calvin's account.
1343 A kind of superstitious fright filled him. Those two — how could they doctor an item made last
1344February? He had presumed they would go to the police or the newspapers, or even the pinoc
1345government at Sac, and of course he had all those taken care of. Eerie. He did not know what to tell
1346Calvin; he mumbled on for what seemed an endless time and at last managed to wind up the
1347conversation and get off the phone.
1348 When he hung up he realized, with a start, that Rita had come out of the bedroom and had
1349listened to the whole conversation; she had been pacing irritably back and forth, wearing only a
1350black silk slip, her blond hair falling loosely over her bare, slightly freckled shoulders.
1351 'Tell the police,' she said.
1352 Well, he thought, it probably would be cheaper to offer them two thousand or so. They'd accept
1353it; that was probably all they wanted. Little fellows like that thought small; to them it would seem
1354like a lot. They'd put in their new business, lose it, be broke again inside a month.
1355 'No,' he said.
1356 'Why not? Blackmail's a crime.'
1357 It was hard to explain to her. He was accustomed to paying people; it was part of the overhead,
1358like the utilities. If the sum was small enough. . . but she did have a point. He mulled it over.
1359 I'll give them two thousand, but I'll also get in touch with that guy at the Civic Center I know,
1360that police inspector. I'll have them look into both Frink and McCarthy and see if there's anything
1361of use. So if they come back and try again — I'll be able to handle them.
1362 For instance, he thought, somebody told me Frink's a kike. Changed his nose and name. All I
1363have to do is notify the German consul here. Routine business. He'll request the Jap authorities for
1364extradition. They'll gas the bugger soon as they get him across the Demarcation Line. I think
1365they've got one of those camps in New York, he thought. Those oven camps.
1366 'I'm surprised,' the girl said, 'that anyone could blackmail a man of your stature.' She eyed him.
1367 'Well, I'll tell you,' he said. 'This whole damn historicity business is nonsense. Those Japs are
1368bats. I'll prove it.' Getting up, he hurried into his study, returned at once with two cigarette lighters
1369which he set down on the coffee table. 'Look at these. Look the same, don't they? Well, listen. One
1370has historicity in it.' He grinned at her. 'Pick them up. Go ahead. One's worth, oh, maybe forty or
1371fifty thousand dollars on the collectors' market.'
1372 The girl gingerly picked up the two lighters and examined them.
1373 'Don't you feel it?' he kidded her. 'The historicity?'
1374 She said, 'What is 'historicity'?'
1375 'When a thing has history in it. Listen. One of those two Zippo lighters was in Franklin D.
1376Roosevelt's pocket when he was assassinated. And one wasn't. One has historicity, a hell of a lot of
1377it. As much as any object ever had. And one has nothing. Can you feel it?' He nudged her. 'You
1378can't. You can't tell which is which. There's no 'mystical plasmic presence,' no 'aura' around it.'
1379 'Gee,' the girl said, awed. 'Is that really true? That he had one of those on him that day?'
1380 'Sure. And I know which it is. You see my point. It's all a big racket; they're playing it on
1381themselves. I mean, a gun goes through a famous battle, like the Meuse-Argonne, and it's the same
1382as if it hadn't, unless you know. It's in here.' He tapped his head. 'In the mind, not the gun. I used to
1383be a collector. In fact, that's how I got into this business. I collected stamps. Early British colonies.'
1384 The girl now stood at the window, her arms folded, gazing out at the lights of downtown San
1385Francisco. 'My mother and dad used to say we wouldn't have lost the war if he had lived,' she said.
1386 'Okay,' Wyndam-Matson went on. 'Now suppose say last year the Canadian Government or
1387somebody, anybody, finds the plates from which some old stamp was printed. And the ink. And a
1388supply of — '
1389 'I don't believe either of those two lighters belonged to Franklin Roosevelt,' the girl said.
1390 Wyndam-Matson giggled. 'That's my point! I'd have to prove it to you with some sort of
1391document. A paper of authenticity. And so it's all a fake, a mass delusion. The paper proves its
1392worth, not the object itself!'
1393 'Show me the paper.'
1394 'Sure.' Hopping up, he made his way back into the study. From the wall he took the Smithsonian
1395Institution's framed certificate; the paper and the lighter had cost him a fortune, but they were worth
1396it — because they enabled him to prove that he was right, that the word 'fake' meant nothing really,
1397since the word 'authentic' meant nothing really.
1398 'A Colt .44 is a Colt .44,' he called to the girl as he hurried back into the living room. 'It has to do
1399with bore and design, not when it was made. It has to do with — '
1400 She held out her hand. He gave her the document.
1401 'So it is genuine,' she said finally.
1402 'Yes. This one.' He picked up the lighter with the long scratch across its side.
1403 'I think I'd like to go now,' the girl said. 'I'll see you again some other evening.' She set down the
1404document and lighter and moved toward the bedroom, where her clothes were.
1405 'Why?' he shouted in agitation, following after her.
1406 'You know it's perfectly safe; my wife won't be back for weeks — I explained the whole
1407situation to you. A detached retina.''
1408 'It's not that.'
1409 'What, then?'
1410 Rita said, 'Please call a pedecab for me. While I dress.'
1411 'I'll drive you home,' he said grumpily.
1412 She dressed, and then, while he got her coat from the closet, she wandered silently about the
1413apartment. She seemed pensive, withdrawn, even a little depressed. The past makes people sad, he
1414realized. Damn it; why did I have to bring it up? But hell, she's so young — I thought she'd hardly
1415know the name.
1416 At the bookcase she knelt. 'Did you read this?' she asked, taking a book out.
1417 Nearsightedly he peered. Lurid cover. Novel. 'No,' he said. 'My wife got that. She reads a lot.'
1418 'You should read it.'
1419 Still feeling disappointed, he grabbed the book, glanced at it. The Grasshopper Lies Heavy. 'Isn't
1420this one of those banned-in-Boston books?' he said.
1421 'Banned through the United States. And in Europe, of course.' She had gone to the hall door and
1422stood there now, waiting.
1423 'I've heard of this Hawthorne Abendsen.' But actually he had not. All he could recall about the
1424book was — what? That it was very popular right now. Another fad. Another mass craze. He bent
1425down and stuck it back in the shelf. 'I don't have time to read popular fiction. I'm too busy with
1426work.' Secretaries, he thought acidly, read that junk, at home alone in bed at night. It stimulates
1427them. Instead of the real thing. Which they're afraid of. But of course really crave.
1428 'One of those love stories,' he said as he sullenly opened the hall door.
1429 'No,' she said. 'A story about war.' As they walked down the hail to the elevator she said, 'He says
1430the same thing. As my mother and dad.'
1431 'Who? That Abbotson?'
1432 'That's his theory. If Joe Zangara had missed him, he would have pulled America out of the
1433Depression and armed it so that — ' She broke off. They had arrived at the elevator, and other
1434people were waiting.
1435 Later, as they drove through the nocturnal traffic in Wyndam-Matson's Mercedes-Benz, she
1436resumed.
1437 'Abendsen's theory is that Roosevelt would have been a terribly strong President. As strong as
1438Lincoln. He showed it in the year he was President, all those measures he introduced. The book is
1439fiction. I mean, it's in novel form. Roosevelt isn't assassinated in Miami; he goes on and is reelected
1440in 1936, so he's President until 1940, until during the war. Don't you see? He's still President when
1441Germany attacks England and France and Poland. And he sees all that. He makes America strong.
1442Garner was a really awful President. A lot of what happened was his fault. And then in 1940,
1443instead of Bricker, a Democrat would have been elected — '
1444 'According to this Abelson,' Wyndam-Matson broke in. He glanced at the girl beside him. God,
1445they read a book, he thought, and they spout on forever. -
1446 'His theory is that instead of an Isolationist like Bricker, in 1940 after Roosevelt, Rexford
1447Tugweii would have been President.' Her smooth face, reflecting the traffic lights, glowed with
1448animation; her eyes had become large and she gestured as she talked. 'And he would have been
1449very active in continuing the Roosevelt anti-Nazi policies. So Germany would have been afraid to
1450come to Japan's help in 1941. They would not have honored their treaty. Do you see?' Turning
1451toward him on the seat, grabbing his shoulder with intensity, she said, 'And so Germany and Japan
1452would have lost the war!'
1453 He laughed.
1454 Staring at him, seeking something in his face — he could not tell what, and anyhow he had to
1455watch the other cars — she said, 'It's not funny. It really would have been like that. The U.S. would
1456have been able to lick the Japanese. And — '
1457 'How?' he broke in.
1458 'He has it all laid out.' For a moment she was silent. 'It's in fiction form,' she said. 'Naturally, it's
1459got a lot of fictional parts; I mean, it's got to be entertaining or people wouldn't read it. It has a
1460human-interest theme; there's these two young people, the boy is in the American Army. The girl
1461— well, anyhow, President Tugwell is really smart. He understands what the Japs are going to do.'
1462Anxiously, she said, 'It's all right to talk about this; the Japs have let it be circulated in the Pacific. I
1463read that a lot of them are reading it. It's popular in the Home Islands. It's stirred up a lot of talk.'
1464 Wyndam-Matson said, 'Listen. What does he say about Pearl Harbor?'
1465 'President Tugwell is so smart that he has all the ships out to sea. So the U.S. fleet isn't
1466destroyed.' -
1467 'I see.'
1468 'So, there really isn't any Pearl Harbor. They attack, but all they get is some little boats.'
1469 'It's called 'The Grasshopper something?' '
1470 'The Grasshopper Lies Heavy. That's a quote from the Bible.'
1471 'And Japan is defeated because there's no Pearl Harbor. Listen. Japan would have won anyhow.
1472Even if there had been no Pearl Harbor.'
1473 'The U.S. fleet — in his book — keeps them from taking the Philippines and Australia.'
1474 'They would have taken them anyhow; their fleet was superior. I know the Japanese fairly well,
1475and it was their destiny to assume dominance in the Pacific. The U.S. was on the decline ever since
1476World War One. Every country on the Allied side was ruined in that war, morally and spiritually.'
1477 With stubbornness, the girl said, 'And if the Germans hadn't taken Malta, Churchill would have
1478stayed in power and guided England to victory.'
1479 'How? Where?'
1480 'In North Africa — Churchill would have defeated Rommel finally.'
1481 Wyndam-Matson guffawed.
1482 'And once the British had defeated Rommel, they could move their whole army back and up
1483through Turkey to join remnants of Russian armies and make a stand-in the book, they halt the
1484Germans' eastward advance into Russia at some town on the Volga. We never heard of this town,
1485but it really exists because I looked it up in the atlas.'
1486 'What's it called?'
1487 'Stalingrad. And the British turn the tide of the war, there. So, in the book, Rommel never would
1488have linked up with those German armies that came down from Russia, von Paulus' armies;
1489remember? And the Germans never would have been able to go on into the Middle East and get the
1490needed oil, or on into India like they did and link up with the Japanese. And — '
1491 'No strategy on earth could have defeated Erwin Rommel,' Wyndam-Matson said. 'And no events
1492like this guy dreamed up, this town in Russia very heroically called 'Stalingrad,' no holding action
1493could have done any more than delay the outcome; it couldn't have changed it. Listen. I met
1494Rommel. In New York, when I was there on business, in 1948.' Actually, he had only seen the
1495Military Governor of the U.S.A. At a reception in the White House, and at a distance. 'What a man.
1496What dignity and bearing. So I know what I'm talking about,' he wound up.
1497 'It was a dreadful thing,' Rita said, 'when General Rommel was relieved of his post and that
1498awful Lammers was appointed in his place. That's when that murdering and those concentration
1499camps really began.'
1500 'They existed when Rommel was Military Governor.'
1501 'But — ' She gestured. 'It wasn't official. Maybe those SS hoodlums did those acts then . . . but he
1502wasn't like the rest of them; he was more like those old Prussians. He was harsh — '
1503 'I'll tell you who really did a good job in the U.S.A.,' Wyndam-Matson said, 'who you can look to
1504for the economic revival. Albert Speer. Not Rommel and not the Organization Todt. Speer was the
1505best appointment the Partei made in North America; he got all those businesses and corporations
1506and factories — everything ! — going again, and on an efficient basis. I wish we had that out here
1507— as it is, we've got five outfits competing in each field, and at terrific waste. There's nothing more
1508foolish than economic competition.'
1509 Rita said, 'I couldn't live in those work camps, those dorms they have back East. A girl friend of
1510mine; she lived there. They censored her mail — she couldn't tell me about it until she moved back
1511out here again. They had to get up at six-thirty in the morning to band music.'
1512 'You'd get used to it. You'd have clean quarters, adequate food, recreation, medical care
1513provided. What do you want? Egg in your beer?'
1514 Through the cool night fog of San Francisco, his big German-made car moved quietly.
1515 On the floor Mr. Tagomi sat, his legs folded beneath him. He held a handleless cup of oolong
1516tea, into which he blew now and then as he smiled up at Mr. Baynes.
1517 'You have a lovely place here,' Baynes said presently. 'There is a peacefulness here on the Pacific
1518Coast. It is completely different from — back there.' He did not specify.
1519 ''God speaks to man in the sign of the Arousing.'' Mr. Tagomi murmured.
1520 'Pardon?'
1521 'The oracle. I'm sorry. Fleece-seeking cortical response.'
1522 Woolgathering, Baynes thought. That's the idiom he means. To himself he smiled.
1523 'We are absurd,' Mr. Tagomi said, 'because we live by a five-thousand-year-old book. We set it
1524questions as if it were alive. It is alive. As is the Christian Bible; many books are actually alive. Not
1525in metaphoric fashion. Spirit animates it. Do you see?' He inspected Mr. Baynes' face for his
1526reaction.
1527 Carefully phrasing his words, Baynes said, 'I — just don't know enough about religion. It's out of
1528my field. I prefer to stick to subjects I have some competence in.' As a matter of fact, he was not
1529certain what Mr. Tagomi was talking about. I must be tired, Mr. Baynes thought. There has been,
1530since I got here this evening, a sort of . . . gnomish quality about everything. A smaller-than-life
1531quality, with a dash of the droll. What is this five-thousand-year-old book? The Mickey Mouse
1532watch, Mr. Tagomi himself, the fragile cup in Mr. Tagomi's hand . . . and, on the wall facing Mr.
1533Baynes, an enormous buffalo head, ugly and menacing.
1534 'What is that head?' he asked suddenly.
1535 'That,' Mr. Tagomi said, 'is nothing less than creature which sustained the aboriginal in bygone
1536days.'
1537 'I see.'
1538 'Shall I demonstrate art of buffalo slaying?' Mr. Tagomi put his cup down on the table and rose to
1539his feet. Here in his own home in the evening he wore a silk robe, slippers, and white cravat. 'Here
1540am I aboard iron horse.' He squatted in the air. 'Across lap, trusty Winchester rifle 1866 issue from
1541my collection.' He glanced inquiringly at Mr. Baynes. 'You are travel-stained, sir.'
1542 'Afraid so,' Baynes said. 'It is all a little overwhelming for me. A lot of business worries And
1543other worries, he thought. His head ached. He wondered if the fine I. G. Farben analgesics were
1544available here on the Pacific Coast; he had become accustomed to them for his sinus headaches.
1545 'We must all have faith in something,' Mr. Tagomi said. 'We cannot know the answers. We
1546cannot see ahead, on our own.'
1547 Mr. Baynes nodded.
1548 'My wife may have something for your head,' Mr. Tagomi said, seeing him remove his glasses
1549and rub his forehead. 'Eye muscles causing pain. Pardon me.' Bowing, he left the room.
1550 What I need is sleep, Baynes thought. A night's rest. Or is it that I'm not facing the situation?
1551Shrinking, because it is hard.
1552 When Mr. Tagomi returned — carrying a glass of water and some sort of pill — Mr. Baynes
1553said, 'I really am going to have to say good night and get to my hotel room. But I want to find out
1554something first. We can discuss it further tomorrow, if that's convenient with you. Have you been
1555told about a third party who is to join us in our discussions?'
1556 Mr. Tagomi's face registered surprise for an instant; then the surprise vanished and he assumed a
1557careless expression. 'There was nothing said to that effect. However — it is interesting, of course.'
1558 'From the Home Islands.'
1559 'Ah,' Mr. Tagomi said. And this time the surprise did not appear at all. It was totally controlled.
1560 'An elderly retired businessman,' Mr. Baynes said. 'Who is journeying by ship. He has been on
1561his way for two weeks, now. He has a prejudice against air travel.'
1562 'The quaint elderly,' Mr. Tagomi said.
1563 'His interests keep him informed as to the Home Islands markets. He will be able to give us
1564information, and he was coming to San Francisco for a vacation in any case. It is not terribly
1565important. But it will make our talks more accurate.'
1566 'Yes,' Mr. Tagomi said. 'He can correct errors regarding home market. I have been away two
1567years.'
1568 'Did you want to give me that pill?'
1569 Starting, Mr. Tagomi glanced down, saw that he still held the pill and water. 'Excuse me. This is
1570powerful. Called zaracaine. Manufactured by drug firm in District of China.' As he held his palm
1571out, he added, 'Nonhabit-forming.'
1572 'This old person,' Mr. Baynes said as he prepared to take the pill, 'will probably contact your
1573Trade Mission direct. I will write down his name so that your people will know not to turn him
1574away. I have not met him, but I understand he's a little deaf and a little eccentric. We want to be
1575sure he doesn't become — miffed.' Mr. Tagomi seemed to understand. 'He loves rhododendrons.
1576He'll be happy if you can provide someone to talk to him about them for half an hour or so, while
1577we arrange our meeting. His name, I will write it down.'
1578 Taking his pill, he got out his pen and wrote.
1579 'Mr. Shinjiro Yatabe,' Mr. Tagomi read, accepting the slip of paper. He dutifully put it away in
1580his pocketbook.
1581 'One more point.'
1582 Mr. Tagomi slowly picked at the rim of his cup, listening.
1583 'A delicate trifle. The old gentleman — it is embarrassing. He is almost eighty. Some of his
1584ventures, toward the end of his career, were not successful. Do you see?'
1585 'He is not well-off any longer,' Mr. Tagomi said. 'And perhaps he draws a pension.'
1586 'That is it. And the pension is painfully small. He therefore augments it by means here and there.'
1587 'A violation of some petty ordinance,' Mr. Tagomi said. 'The Home Government and its
1588bureaucratic officialdom. I grasp the situation. The old gentleman receives a stipend for his
1589consultation with us, and he does not report it to his Pension Board. So we must not reveal his visit.
1590They are only aware that he takes a vacation.'
1591 'You are a sophisticate,' Mr. Baynes said.
1592 Mr. Tagomi said, 'This situation has occurred before. We have not in our society solved the
1593problem of the aged, more of which persons occur constantly as medical measures improve. China
1594teaches us rightly to honor the old. However, the Germans cause our neglect to seem close to
1595outright virtue. I understand they murder the old.'
1596 'The Germans,' Baynes murmured, again rubbing his forehead. Had the pill had an effect? He felt
1597a little drowsy.
1598 'Being from Scandinavia, you no doubt have had much contact with the Festung Europa. For
1599instance, you embarked at Tempelhof. Can one take an attitude like this? You are a neutral. Give
1600me your opinion, if you will.'
1601 'I don't understand what attitude you mean,' Mr. Baynes said.
1602 'Toward the old, the sick, the feeble, the insane, the useless in all variations. 'Of what use is a
1603newborn baby?' some Anglo-Saxon philosopher reputedly asked. I have committed that utterance to
1604memory and contemplated it many times. Sir, there is no use. In general.'
1605 Mr. Baynes murmured some sound or other; he made it the noise of noncommittal politeness.
1606 'Isn't it true,' Mr. Tagomi said, 'that no man should be the instrument for another's needs?' He
1607leaned forward urgently. 'Please give me your neutral Scandinavian opinion.'
1608 'I don't know,' Mr. Baynes said.
1609 'During the war,' Mr. Tagomi said, 'I held minor post in District of China. In Shanghai. There, at
1610Hongkew, a settlement of Jews, interned by Imperial Government for duration. Kept alive by
1611JOINT relief. The Nazi minister at Shanghai requested we massacre the Jews. I recall my superiors'
1612answer. It was, 'Such is not in accord with humanitarian considerations.' They rejected the request
1613as barbaric. It impressed me.'
1614 'I see,' Mr. Baynes murmured. Is he trying to draw me out? he asked himself. Now he felt alert.
1615His wits seemed to come together.
1616 'The Jews,' Mr. Tagomi said, 'were described always by the Nazis as Asian and non-white. Sir,
1617the implication was never lost on personages in Japan, even among the War Cabinet. I have not
1618ever discussed this with Reich citizens whom I have encountered — '
1619 Mr. Baynes interrupted, 'Well, I'm not a German. So I can hardly speak for Germany.' Standing,
1620he moved toward the door. 'I will resume the discussion with you tomorrow. Please excuse me. I
1621cannot think.' But, as a matter of fact, his thoughts were now completely clear. I have to get out of
1622here, he realized. This man is pushing me too far.
1623 'Forgive stupidity of fanaticism,' Mr. Tagomi said, at once moving to open the door.
1624'Philosophical involvement blinded me to authentic human fact. Here.' He called something in
1625Japanese, and the front door opened. A young Japanese appeared, bowing slightly, glancing at Mr.
1626Baynes:
1627 My driver, Mr. Baynes thought.
1628 Perhaps my quixotic remarks on the Lufthansa flight, he thought suddenly. To that — whatever
1629his name was. Lotze. Got back to the Japanese here, somehow. Some connection.
1630 I wish I hadn't said that to Lotze, he thought. I regret. But it's too late.
1631 I am not the right person. Not at all. Not for this.
1632 But then he thought. A Swede would say that to Lotze. It is all right. Nothing has gone wrong; I
1633am being overly scrupulous. Carrying the habits of the previous situation into this. Actually I can
1634do a good deal of open talking. That is the fact I have to adapt to.
1635 And yet, his conditioning was absolutely against it. The blood in his veins. His bones, his organs,
1636rebelled. Open your mouth, he said to himself. Something. Anything. An opinion. You must, if you
1637are to succeed.
1638 He said, 'Perhaps they are driven by some desperate subconscious archetype, In the Jungian
1639sense.'
1640 Mr. Tagomi nodded. 'I have read Jung. I understand.'
1641 They shook hands. 'I'll telephone you tomorrow morning,' Mr. Baynes said. 'Good night, sir.' He
1642bowed, and so did Mr. Tagomi.
1643 The young smiling Japanese, stepping forward, said something to Mr. Baynes which he could
1644not understand.
1645 'Eh?' Baynes said, as he gathered up his overcoat and stepped out onto the porch.
1646 Mr. Tagomi said, 'He is addressing you in Swedish, sir. He has taken a course at Tokyo
1647University on the Thirty Years' War, and is fascinated by your great hero, Gustavus Adolphus.' Mr.
1648Tagomi smiled sympathetically. 'However, it is plain that his attempts to master so alien a linguistic
1649have been hopeless. No doubt he uses one of those phonograph record courses; he is a student, and
1650such courses, being cheap, are quite popular with students.'
1651 The young Japanese, obviously not understanding English, bowed and smiled.
1652 'I see,' Baynes murmured. 'Well, I wish him luck.' I have my own linguistic problems, he
1653thought. Evidently.
1654 Good lord — the young Japanese student, while driving him to his hotel, would no doubt attempt
1655to converse with him in Swedish the entire way. A language which Mr. Baynes barely understood,
1656and then only when it was spoken in the most formal and correct manner, certainly not when
1657attempted by a young Japanese who tried to pick it up from a phonograph record course.
1658 He'll never get through to me, Mr. Baynes thought. And he'll keep trying, because this is his
1659chance; probably he will never see a Swede again. Mr. Baynes groaned inwardly. What an ordeal it
1660was going to be, for both of them.
16616
1662Early in the morning, enjoying the cool, bright sunlight, Mrs. Juliana Frink did her grocery
1663shopping. She strolled along the sidewalk, carrying the two brown paper bags, halting at each store
1664to study the window displays. She took her time.
1665 Wasn't there something she was supposed to pick up at the drugstore? She wandered in. Her shift
1666at the judo parlor did not begin until noon; this was her free time, today. Seating herself on a stool
1667at the counter she put down her shopping bags and began to go over the different magazines.
1668 The new Life, she saw, had a big article called: TELEVISION IN EUROPE: GLIMPSE OF
1669TOMORROW. Turning to it, interested, she saw a picture of a German family watching television
1670in their living room. Already, the article said, there was four hours of image broadcast during the
1671day from Berlin. Someday there would be television stations in all the major European cities. And,
1672by 1970, one would be built in New York.
1673 The article showed Reich electronic engineers at the New York site, helping the local personnel
1674with their problems. It was easy to tell which were the Germans. They had that healthy, clean,
1675energetic, assured look. The Americans, on the other hand — they just looked like people. They
1676could have been anybody.
1677 One of the German technicians could be seen pointing off somewhere, and the Americans were
1678trying to make out what he was pointing at. I guess their eyesight is better than ours, she decided.
1679Better diet over the last twenty years. As we've been told; they can see things no one else can.
1680Vitamin A, perhaps?
1681 I wonder what it's like to sit home in your living room and see the whole world on a little gray
1682glass tube. If those Nazis can fly back and forth between here and Mars, why can't they get
1683television going? I think I'd prefer that, to watch those comedy shows, actually see what Bob Hope
1684and Durante look like, than to walk around on Mars.
1685 Maybe that's it, she thought as she put the magazine back on the rack. The Nazis have no sense
1686of humor, so why should they want television? Anyhow, they killed most of the really great
1687comedians. Because most of them were Jewish. In fact, she realized, they killed off most of the
1688entertainment field. I wonder how Hope gets away with what he says. Of course, he has to
1689broadcast from Canada. And it's a little freer up there. But Hope really says things. Like the joke
1690about Goring. . . the one where Goring buys Rome and has it shipped to his mountain retreat and
1691then set up again. And revives Christianity so his pet lions will have something to — 'Did you
1692want to buy that magazine, miss?' the little dried-up old man who ran the drugstore called, with
1693suspicion.
1694 Guiltily, she put down the Reader's Digest which she had begun to thumb through.
1695 Again strolling along the sidewalk with her shopping bags, Juliana thought, Maybe Goring will
1696be the new Fuhrer when that Bormann dies. He seems sort of different from the others. The only
1697way that Bormann got it in the first place was to weasel in when Hitler realized how fast he was
1698going. Old Göring was off in his mountain palace. Göring should have been Fuhrer after Hitler,
1699because it was his Luftwaffe that knocked out those English radar stations and then finished off the
1700RAF. Hitler would have had them bomb London, like they did Rotterdam.
1701 But probably Goebbels will get it, she decided. That was what everyone said. As long as that
1702awful Heydrich doesn't. He'd kill us all. He's really bats.
1703 The one I like, she thought, is that Baldur von Schirach. He's the only one who looks normal,
1704anyhow. But he hasn't got a chance.
1705 Turning, she ascended the steps to the front door of the old wooden building in which she lived.
1706 When she unlocked the door of her apartment she saw Joe Cinnadella still lying where she had
1707left him, in the center of the bed, on his stomach, his arms dangling. He was still asleep.
1708 No, she thought. He can't still be here; the truck's gone. Did he miss it? Obviously.
1709 Going into the kitchen, she set her grocery bags on the table among the breakfast dishes.
1710 But did he intend to miss it? she asked herself. That's what I wonder.
1711 What a peculiar man . . . he had been so active with her, going on almost all night. And yet it had
1712been as if he were not actually there, doing it but never being aware. Thoughts on something else,
1713maybe.
1714 From habit, she began putting food away in the old G.E. turret-top refrigerator. And then she
1715began clearing the breakfast table.
1716 Maybe he's done it so much, she decided. It's second nature; his body makes the motions, like
1717mine now as I put these plates and silver in the sink. Could do it with three-fifths of his brain
1718removed, like the leg of a frog in biology class.
1719 'Hey,' she called. 'Wake up.'
1720 In the bed, Joe stirred, snorted.
1721 'Did you hear the Bob Hope show the other night?' she called. 'He told this really funny joke, the
1722one where this German major is interviewing some Martians. The Martians can't provide racial
1723documentation about their grandparents being Aryan, you know. So the German major reports back
1724to Berlin that Mars is populated by Jews.' Coming into the living room where Joe lay in the bed,
1725she said, 'And they're about one foot tall, and have two heads . . . you know how Bob Hope goes
1726on.'
1727 Joe had opened his eyes. He said nothing; he stared at her unwinkingly. His chin, black with
1728stubble, his dark, achefilled eyes . . . she also became quiet, then.
1729 'What is it?' she said at last. 'Are you afraid?' No, she thought; that's Frank who's afraid. This is
1730— I don't know what.
1731 'The rig went on,' Joe said, sitting up.
1732 'What are you going to do?' She seated herself on the edge of the bed, drying her arms and hands
1733with the dish towel.
1734 'I'll catch him on the return. He won't say anything to anybody; he knows I'd do the same for
1735him.'
1736 'You've done this before?' she asked.
1737 Joe did not answer. You meant to miss it, Juliana said to herself. I can tell; all at once I know.
1738 'Suppose he takes another route back?' she said.
1739 'He always take Fifty. Never Forty. He had an accident on Forty once; some horses got out in the
1740road and he plowed into them. In the Rockies.' Picking up his clothes from the chair he began to
1741dress.
1742 'How old are you, Joe?' she asked as she contemplated his naked body.
1743 'Thirty-four.'
1744 Then, she thought, you must have been in the war. She saw no obvious physical defects; he had,
1745in fact, quite a good, lean body, with long legs. Joe, seeing her scrutiny, scowled and turned away.
1746'Can't I watch?' she asked, wondering why not. All night with him, and then this modesty. 'Are we
1747bugs?' she said. 'We can't stand the sight of each other in the daylight — we have to squeeze into
1748the walls?'
1749 Grunting sourly, he started toward the bathroom in his underpants and socks, rubbing his chin.
1750 This is my home, Juliana thought. I'm letting you stay here, and yet you won't allow me to look
1751at you. Why do you want to stay, then? She followed after him, into the bathroom; he had begun
1752running hot water in the bowl, to shave.
1753 On his arm, she saw a tattoo, a blue letter C.
1754 'What's that?' she asked. 'Your wife? Connie? Corinne?'
1755 Joe, washing his face, said, 'Cairo.'
1756 What an exotic name, she thought with envy. And then she felt herself flush. 'I'm really stupid,'
1757she said. An Italian, thirty-four years old, from the Nazi part of the world-. . . he had been in the
1758war, all right. But on the Axis side. And he had fought at Cairo; the tattoo was their bond, the
1759German and Italian veterans of that campaign — the defeat of the British and Australian army
1760under General Gott at the hands of Rommel and his Afrika Korps.
1761 She left the bathroom, returned to the living room and began making the bed; her hands flew.
1762 In a neat stack on the chair lay Joe's possessions, clothes and small suitcase, personal articles.
1763Among them she noticed a velvet-covered box, a little like a glasses' case; picking it up, she opened
1764it and peeked inside.
1765 You certainly did fight at Cairo, she thought as she gazed down at the Iron Cross Second Class
1766with the word and the date — June 10, 1945 — engraved at its top. They didn't all get this; only the
1767valiant ones. I wonder what you did . . . you were only seventeen years old, then.
1768 Joe appeared at the door of the bathroom just as she lifted the medal from its velvet box; she
1769became aware of him and jumped guiltily. But he did not seem angry.
1770 'I was just looking at it,' Juliana said. 'I've never seen one before. Did Rommel pin it on you
1771himself?'
1772 'Genefal Bayerlarn gave them out. Rommel had already been transferred to England, to finish up
1773there.' His voice was calm. But his hand once more had begun the monotonous pawing at his
1774forehead, fingers digging into his scalp in that combing motion which seemed to be a chronic
1775nervous tic.
1776 'Would you tell me about it?' Juliana asked, as he returned to the bathroom and his shaving.
1777 As he shaved and, after that, took a long hot shower, Joe Cinnadella told her a little; nothing like
1778the sort of account she would have liked to hear. His two older brothers had served in the Ethiopian
1779campaign, while he, at thirteen had been in a Fascist youth organization in Milan, his home town.
1780Later, his brothers had joined a crack artillery battery, that of Major Ricardo Pardi, and when
1781World War Two began, Joe had been able to join them. They had fought under Graziani. Their
1782equipment, especially their tanks, had been dreadful. The British had shot them down, even senior
1783officers, like rabbits. Doors of the tanks had to be held shut with sandbags during battle, to keep
1784them from flying open. Major Pardi, however, had reclaimed discarded artillery shells, polished
1785and greased them, and fired them; his battery had halted General Wavell' s great desperate tank
1786advanced in '43.
1787 'Are your brothers still alive?' Juliana asked.
1788 His brothers had been killed in '44, strangled with wire by British commandos, the Long Range
1789Desert Group which had operated behind Axis lines and which had become especially fanatic
1790during the last phases of the war when it was clear that the Allies could not win.
1791 'How do you feel about the British now?' she asked haltingly.
1792 Joe said, 'I'd like to see them do to England what they did in Africa.' His tone was flat.
1793 'But it's been — eighteen years,' Juliana said. 'I know the British especially did terrible things.
1794But — '
1795 'They talk about the things the Nazis did to the Jews,' Joe said. 'The British have done worse. In
1796the Battle of London.' He became silent. 'Those fire weapons, phosphorus and oil; I saw a few of
1797the German troops, afterward. Boat after boat burned to a cinder. Those pipes under the water —
1798turned the sea to fire. And on civilian populations, by those mass fire-bombing raids that Churchill
1799thought were going to save the war at the last moment. Those terror attacks on Hamburg and Essen
1800and — '
1801 'Let's not talk about it,' Juliana said. In the kitchen, she started cooking bacon; she turned on the
1802small white plastic Emerson radio which Frank had given her on her birthday. 'I'll fix you
1803something to eat.' She dialed, trying to find some light, pleasant music.
1804 'Look at this,' Joe said. In the living room, he sat on the bed, his small suitcase beside him; he
1805had opened it and brought out a ragged, bent book which showed signs of much handling. He
1806grinned at Juliana. 'Come here. You know what somebody says? This man — ' He indicated the
1807book. 'This is very funny. Sit down.' He took hold of her arm, drew her down beside him. 'I want to
1808read to you. Suppose they had won. What would it be like? We don't have to worry; this man has
1809done all the thinking for us.' Opening the book, Joe began turning pages slowly. 'The British
1810Empire would control all Europe. All the Mediterranean. No Italy at all. No Germany, either.
1811Bobbiesand those funny little soldiers in tall fur hats, and the king as far as the Volga.'
1812 In a low voice, Juliana said, 'Would that be so bad?'
1813 'You read the book?'
1814 'No,' she admitted, peering to see the cover. She had heard about it, though; a lot of people were
1815reading it. 'But Frank and I — my former husband and I — often talked about how it would have
1816been if the Allies had won the war.'
1817 Joe did not seem to hear her; he was staring down at the copy of The Grasshopper Lies Heavy.
1818'And in this,' he went on, 'you know how it is that England wins? Beats the Axis?'
1819 She shook her head, feeling the growing tension of the man beside her. His chin now had begun
1820to quiver; he licked his lips again and again, dug at his scalp . . . when he spoke his voice was
1821hoarse.
1822 'He has Italy betray the Axis,' Joe said.
1823 ''Oh,' she said.
1824 'Italy goes over to the Allies. Joins the Anglo-Saxons and opens up what he calls the 'soft
1825underbelly' of Europe. But that's natural for him to think that. We all know the cowardly Italian
1826Army that ran every time they saw the British. Drinking vino. Happy-go-lucky, not made for
1827fighting. This fellow — ' Joe closed the book, turned it around to study the back cover. 'Abendsen. I
1828don't blame him. He writes this fantasy, imagines how the world would be if the Axis had lost.
1829How else could they lose except by Italy being a traitor?' His voice grated. 'The Duce — he was a
1830clown; we all know that.'
1831 'I have to turn the bacon.' She slid away from him and hurried back to the kitchen.
1832 Following after her, still carrying the book, Joe went on, 'And the U.S. comes in. After it licks
1833the Japs. And after the war, the U.S. and Britain divide the world. Exactly like Germany and Japan
1834did in reality.'
1835 Juliana said, 'Germany, Japan, and Italy.' He stared at her.
1836 'You left out Italy.' She faced him calmly. Did you forget, too? she said to herself. Like
1837everybody else? The little empire in the Middle East . . . the musical-comedy New Rome.
1838 Presently she served him a platter of bacon and eggs, toast and marmalade, coffee. He ate
1839readily.
1840 'What did they serve you in North Africa?' she asked as she, too, seated herself.
1841 Joe said, 'Dead donkey.'
1842 'That's hideous.'
1843 With a twisted grin, Joe said, 'Asino Morte. The bully beef cans had the initials AM stamped on
1844them. The Germans called it Alter Mann. Old Man.' He resumed his rapid eating.
1845 I would like to read this, Juliana thought as she reached to take the book from under Joe's arm.
1846Will he be here that long? The book had grease on it; pages were torn. Finger marks all over it.
1847Read by truck drivers on the long haul, she thought. In the one-arm beaneries late at night . . . I'll
1848bet you're a slow reader, she thought. I'll bet you've been poring over this book for weeks, if not
1849months.
1850 Opening the book at random, she read:
1851 now in his old age he viewed tranquillity, domain such as the ancients would have coveted but
1852not comprehended, ships from the Crimea to Madrid, and all the Empire, all with the same coin,
1853speech, flag. The great old Union Jack dipping from sunrise to sunset: it had been fulfilled at last,
1854that about the sun and the flag.
1855 'The only book I carry around,' Juliana said, 'isn't actually a book; it's the oracle, the I Ching —
1856Frank got me hooked on it and I use it all the time to decide. I never let it out of my sight. Ever.'
1857She closed the copy of The Grasshopper. 'Want to see it? Want to use it?'
1858 'No,' Joe said.
1859 Resting her chin on her folded arms on the table surface and gazing at him sideways, she said,
1860'Have you moved in here permanently? And what are you up to?' Brooding over the insults, the
1861slanders. You petrify me, she thought, with your hatred of life. But — you have something. You're
1862like a little animal, not important but smart. Studying his limited, clever dark face she thought, How
1863could I ever have imagined you as younger than me? But even that's true, your childishness; you
1864are still the baby brother, worshiping your two older brothers and your Major Pardi and General
1865Rommel, panting and sweating to break loose and get the Tommies. Did they actually garrote your
1866brothers with loops of wire? We heard that, the atrocity stories and photos released after the war . . .
1867She shuddered. But the British commandos were brought to trial and punished long ago.
1868 The radio had ceased playing music; there seemed to be a news program, racket of shortwave
1869from Europe. The voice faded and became garbled. A long pause, nothing at all. Just silence. Then
1870the Denver announcer, -very clear, close by. She reached to turn the dial, but Joe stopped her hand.
1871 ' . . . news of Chancellor Bormann's death shocked a stunned Germany which had been assured
1872as recently as yesterday . . . '
1873 She and Joe jumped to their feet.
1874 '. . . all Reichs stations canceled scheduled programs and listeners, heard the solemn strains of
1875the chorus of the SS Division Das Reich raised in the anthem of the Partei, the Horst Wessel Lied. 
1876Later, in Dresden, where the acting Partei Secretary and chiefs of the Sicherheitsdienst, the national
1877security police which replaced the Gestapo following . . .'
1878 Joe turned the volume up.
1879 ' . . . reorganization of the government at the instigation of the late Reichsfuhrer Himmler, Albert
1880Speer and others, two weeks of official mourning were declared, and already many shops and
1881businesses have closed, it was reported. As yet no word has come as to the expected convening of
1882the Reichstag, the formal parliament of the Third Reich, whose approval is required. . . '
1883 'It'll be Heydrich,' Joe said.
1884 'I wish it would be that big blond fellow, that Schirach,' she said. 'Christ, so he finally died. Do
1885you think Schirach has a chance?'
1886 'No,' Joe said shortly.
1887 'Maybe there'll be a civil war now,' she said. 'But those guys are so old now. Göring and
1888Goebbels — all those old Party boys.'
1889 The radio was saying, '. . . reached at his retreat in the Alps near Brenner
1890 Joe said, 'This'll be Fat Hermann.'
1891 '. . . said merely that he was grief-stricken by the loss not only of a soldier and patriot and faithful
1892Partei Leader, but also, as he has said many times over, of a personal friend, whom, one will recall,
1893he backed in the interregnum dispute shortly after the war when it appeared for a time that elements
1894hostile to Herr Bormann's ascension to supreme authority — '
1895 Juliana shut the radio off.
1896 'They're just babbling,' she said. 'Why do they use words like that? Those terrible murderers are
1897talked about as if they were like the rest of us.'
1898 'They are like us,' Joe said. He reseated himself and once more ate, 'There isn't anything they've
1899done we wouldn't have done if we'd been in their places. They saved the world from Communism.
1900We'd be living under Red rule now, if it wasn't for Germany. We'd be worse off.'
1901 'You're just talking,' Juliana said. 'Like the radio. Babbling.'
1902 'I been living under the Nazis,' Joe said. 'I know what it's like. Is that just talk, to live twelve,
1903thirteen years — longer than that — almost fifteen years? I got a work card from OT; I worked for
1904Organization Todt since 1947, in North Africa and the U.S.A. Listen-' He jabbed his finger at her. 'I
1905got the Italian genius for earthworks; OT gave me a high rating. I wasn't shoveling asphalt and
1906mixing concrete for the autobahns. I was helping design. Engineer. One day Doctor Todt came by
1907and inspected what our work crew did. He sai4 to me, 'You got good hands.' That's a big moment,
1908Juliana. Dignity of labor; they're not talking only words. Before them, the Nazis, everyone looked
1909down on manual jobs; myself, too. Aristocratic. The Labor Front put an end to that. I seen my own
1910hands for the first time.' He spoke so swiftly that his accent began to take over; she had trouble
1911understanding him. 'We all lived out there in the woods, in Upper State New York, like brothers.
1912Sang songs. Marched to work. Spirit of the war, only rebuilding, not breaking down. Those were
1913the best days of all, rebuilding after the war — fine, clean, long-lasting rows of public buildings
1914block by block, whole new downtown, New York and Baltimore. Now of course that work's past.
1915Big cartels like New Jersey Krupp and Sohnen running the show. But that's not Nazi; that's just old
1916European powerful. Worse, you hear? Nazis like Rommel and Todt a million times better men than
1917industrialists like Krupp and bankers, all those Prussians; ought to have been gassed. All those
1918gentlemen in vests.'
1919 But, Juliana thought, those gentlemen in vests are in forever. And your idols, Rommel and
1920Doctor Todt; they just came in after hostilities, to clear the rubble, build the autobahns, start
1921industry humming. They even let the Jews live, lucky surprise — amnesty so the Jews could pitch
1922in. Until '49, anyhow. . . and then good-bye Todt and Rommel, retired to graze.
1923 Don't I know? Juliana thought. Didn't I hear all about it from Frank? You can't tell me anything
1924about lifeunder the Nazis; my husband was — is — a Jew. I know that Doctor Todt was the most
1925modest, gentle man that ever lived; I know all he wanted to do was provide work — honest,
1926reputable work — for the millions of bleak-eyed, despairing American men and women picking
1927through the ruins after the war. I know he wanted to see medical plans and vacation resorts and
1928adequate housing for everyone, regardless of race; he was a builder, not a thinker. . . and in most
1929cases he managed to create what he had wanted — he actually got it. But .
1930 A preoccupation, in the back of her mind, now rose decidedly. 'Joe. This Grasshopper book; isn't
1931it banned in the East Coast?'
1932 He nodded.
1933 'How could you be reading it, then?' Something about it worried her. 'Don't they still shoot
1934people for reading — '
1935 'It depends on your racial group. On the good old armband.'
1936 That was so. Slays, Poles, Puerto Ricans, were the most limited as to what they could read, do,
1937listen to. The AngloSaxons had it much better; there was public education for their children, and
1938they could go to libraries and museums and concerts. But even so. . . The Grasshopper was not
1939merely classified; it was forbidden, and to everyone.
1940 Joe said, 'I read it in the toilet. I hid it in a pillow. In fact, I read it because it was banned.'
1941 'You're very brave,' she said.
1942 Doubtfully he said, 'You mean that sarcastically?'
1943 'No.'
1944 He relaxed a little. 'It's easy for you people here; you live a safe, purposeless life, nothing to do,
1945nothing to worry about. Out of the stream of events, left over from the past; right?' His eyes
1946mocked her.
1947 'You're killing yourself,' she said, 'with cynicism. Your idols got taken away from you one by
1948one and now you have nothing to give your love to.,, She held his fork toward him; he accepted it.
1949Eat, she thought. Or give up even the biological processes.
1950 As he ate, Joe nodded at the book and said, 'That Abendsen lives around here, according to the
1951cover. In Cheyenne. Gets perspective on the world from such a safe spot, wouldn't you guess? Read
1952what it ways; read it aloud.'
1953 Taking the book, she read the back part of the jacket. 'He's an ex-service man. He was in the U.
1954S. Marine Corps in World War Two, wounded in England by a Nazi Tiger tank. A sergeant. It says
1955he's got practically a fortress that he writes in, guns all over the place.' Setting the book down, she
1956said, 'And it doesn't say so here, but I heard someone say that he's almost a sort of paranoid;
1957charged barbed wire around the place, and it's set in the mountains. Hard to get to.'
1958 'Maybe he's right,' Joe said, 'to live like that, after writing that book. The German bigwigs hit the
1959roof when they read it.'
1960 'He was living that way before; he wrote the book there. His place is called — ' She glanced at
1961the book jacket. 'The High Castle. That's his pet name for it.'
1962 'They won't get him,' Joe said, chewing rapidly. 'He's on the lookout. Smart.'
1963 She said, 'I believe he's got a lot of courage to write that book. If the Axis had lost the war, we'd
1964be able to say and write anything we wanted, like we used to; we'd be one country and we'd have a
1965fair legal system, the same one for all of us.'
1966 To her surprise, he nodded reasonably to that.
1967 'I don't understand you,' she said. 'What do you believe? What is it you want? You defend those
1968monsters, those freaks who slaughtered the Jews, and then you — ' Despairing, she caught hold of
1969him by the ears; he blinked in surprise and pain as she rose to her feet, tugging him up with her.
1970 They faced each other, wheezing, neither able to speak.
1971 'Let me finish this meal you fixed for me,' Joe said at last.
1972 'Won't you say? You won't tell me? You do know what it is, yourself; you understand and you
1973just go on eating, pretending you don't have any idea what I mean.' She let go of his ears; they had
1974been twisted until they were now bright red.
1975 'Empty talk,' Joe said. 'It doesn't matter. Like the radio, what you said of it. You know the old
1976brownshirt term for people who spin philosophy? Eierkopf. Egghead. Because the big doubledomed
1977empty heads break so easily . . . in the street brawls.'
1978 'If you feel like that about me,' Juliana said, 'why don't you go on? What are you staying here
1979for?'
1980 His enigmatic grimace chilled her.
1981 I wish I had never let him come with me, she thought. And now it's too late; I know I can't get rid
1982of him — he's too strong.
1983 Something terrible is happening, she thought. Coming out of him. And I seem to be helping it.
1984 'What's the matter?' He reached out, chucked her beneath the chin, stroked her neck, put his
1985fingers under her shirt and pressed her shoulders affectionately. 'A mood. Your problem — I'll
1986analyze you free.'
1987 'They'll call you a Jew analyst.' She smiled feebly. 'Do you want to wind up in an oven?'
1988 'You're scared of men. Right?'
1989 'I don't know.'
1990 'It was possible to tell last night. Only because I — ' He cut his sentence off. 'Because I took
1991special care to notice your wants.'
1992 'Because you've gone to bed with so many girls,' Juliana said, 'that's what you started to say.'
1993 'But I know I'm right. Listen; I'll never hurt you, Juliana. On my mother's body — I give you my
1994word. I'll be specially considerate, and if you want to make an issue out of my experience — I'll
1995give you the advantage of that. You'll lose your jitters; I can relax you and improve you, in not very
1996much time, either. You've just had bad luck.'
1997 She nodded, cheered a bit. But she still felt cold and sad, and she still did not know quite why.
1998 To begin his day, Mr. Nobusuke Tagomi took a moment to be alone. He sat in his office in the
1999Nippon Times Building and contemplated.
2000 Already, before he had left his house to come to his office, he had received Ito's report on Mr.
2001Baynes. There was no doubt in the young student's mind; Mr. Baynes was not a Swede. Mr. Baynes
2002was most certainly a German national.
2003 But Ito's ability to handle Germanic languages had never impressed either the Trade Missions or
2004the Tokkoka, the Japanese secret police. The fool possibly has sniffed out nothing to speak of, Mr.
2005Tagomi thought to himself. Maladroit enthusiasm, combined with romantic doctrines. Detect,
2006always with suspicion.
2007 Anyhow, the conference with Mr. Baynes and the elderly individual from the Home Islands
2008would begin soon, in due course, whatever national Mr. Baynes was. And Mr. Tagomi liked the
2009man. That was, he decided, conceivably the basic talent of the man highly placed — such as
2010himself. To know a good man when he met him. Intuition about people. Cut through all ceremony
2011and outward form. Penetrate to the heart. -
2012 The heart, locked within two yin lines of black passion. Strangled, sometimes, and yet, even
2013then, the light of yang, the flicker at the center. I like him, Mr. Tagomi said to himself. German or
2014Swede. I hope the zaracaine helped his headache. Must recall to inquire, first off the bat.
2015 His desk intercom buzzed.
2016 'No,' he said brusquely into it. 'No discussion. This is moment for Inner Truth. Introversion.'
2017 From the tiny speaker Mr. Ramsey's voice: 'Sir, news has just come from the press service
2018below. The Reichs Chancellor is dead. Martin Bormann.' Ramsey's voice popped off. Silence.
2019 Mr. Tagomi thought, Cancel all business for today. He rose from his desk and paced rapidly back
2020and forth, pressing his hands together. Let me see. Dispatch at once formal note to Reichs Consul.
2021Minor item; subordinate can accomplish. Deep sorrow, etc. All Japan joins with German people in
2022this sad hour. Then? Become vitally receptive. Must be in position to receive information from
2023Tokyo instantly.
2024 Pressing the intercom button he said, 'Mr. Ramsey, be sure we are through to Tokyo. Tell the
2025switchboard girls, be alert. Must not miss communication.'
2026 'Yes, sir,' Mr. Ramsey said.
2027 'I will be in my office from now on. Thwart all routine matters. Turn back any and all callers
2028whose business is customary.'
2029 'Sir?'
2030 'My hands must be free in case sudden activity is needed.'
2031 'Yes sir.'
2032 Half an hour later, at nine, a message arrived from the highest-ranking Imperial Government
2033official on the West Coast, the Japanese Ambassador to the Pacific States of America, the
2034Honorable Baron L. B. Kaelemakule. The Foreign Office had called an extraordinary session at the
2035embassy building on Sutter Street, and each Trade Mission was to send a highly placed personage
2036to attend. In this case, it meant Mr. Tagomi himself.
2037 There was no time to change clothes. Mr. Tagomi hurried to the express elevator, descended to
2038the ground floor, and a moment later was on his way by Mission limousine, a black 1940 Cadillac
2039driven by an experienced uniformed Chinese chauffeur.
2040 At the embassy building he found other dignitaries' cars parked roundabout, a dozen in all.
2041Highly placed worthies, some of whom he knew, some of whom were strangers to him, could be
2042seen ascending the wide steps of the embassy building, filing on inside. Mr. Tagomi's chauffeur
2043held the door open, and he stepped out quickly, gripping his briefcase, it was empty, because he
2044had no papers to bring — but it was essential to avoid appearance of being mere spectator. He
2045strode up the steps in a manner suggesting a vital role in the happenings, although actually he had
2046not even been told what this meeting would cover.
2047 Small knots of personages had gathered; murmured discussions in the lobby. Mr. Tagomi joined
2048several individuals whom he knew, nodding his head and looking — with them — solemn.
2049 An embassy employee appeared presently and directed them into a large hall. Chairs setup,
2050folding type. All persons filed in, seated themselves silently except for coughing and shuffling.
2051Talk had ceased.
2052 Toward the front a gentleman with handful of papers, making way up to slightly raised table.
2053Striped pants: representative from Foreign Office.
2054 Bit of confusion. Other personages, discussing in low tones; heads bowed together.
2055 'Sirs,' the Foreign Office person said in loud, commanding voice. All eyes fixed then on him. 'As
2056you know, the Reichskanzler is now confirmed as dead. Official statement from Berlin. This
2057meeting, which will not last long — you will soon be able to go back to your offices — is for 
2058purposes of informing you of our evaluation of several contending factions in German political life
2059who can now be expected to step forth and engage in no-holds-barred disputation for spot
2060evacuated by Herr Bormann.
2061 'Briefly, the notables. The foremost, Hermann Göring. Bear with familiar details, please.
2062 'The Fat One, so-called, due to body, originally courageous air ace in First World War, founded
2063Gestapo and held post in Prussian Government of vast power. One of the most ruthless early Nazis,
2064yet later sybaritic excesses gave rise to misguiding picture of amiable wine-tippling disposition
2065which our government urges you to reject. This man although said to be unhealthy, possibly even
2066morbidly so in terms of appetites, resembles more the self-gratifying ancient Roman Caesars whose
2067power grew rather than abated as age progressed. Lurid picture of this person in toga with pet lions,
2068owning immense castle filled with trophies and art objects, is no doubt accurate. Freight trains of
2069stolen valuables made way to his private estates over military needs in wartime. Our evaluation:
2070this man craves enormous power, and is capable of obtaining it. Most self-indulgent of all Nazis,
2071and is in sharp contrast to late H. Himmler, who lived in personal want at low salary. Herr Göring
2072representative of spoils mentality, using power as means of acquiring personal wealth. Priinitive
2073mentality, even vulgar, but quite intelligent man, possibly most intelligent of all Nazi chiefs. Object
2074Of his drives; self-glorification in ancient emperor fashion.
2075 'Next. Herr J. Goebbels. Suffered polio in youth. Originally Catholic. Brilliant orator, writer,
2076flexible and fanatic mind, witty, urbane, cosmopolitan. Much active with ladies. Elegant. Educated.
2077Highly capable. Does much work; almost frenzied managerial drive. Is said never to rest.
2078Muchrespected personage. Can be charming, but is said to have rabid streak unmatched by other
2079Nazi's. Ideological orientation suggesting medieval Jesuitic viewpoint exacerbated by postRomantic
2080Germanic nihilism. Considered sole authentic intellectual of the Partei. Had ambitions to
2081be playwright in youth. Few friends. Not liked by subordinates, but nevertheless highly polished
2082product of many best elements in European culture. Not self-gratification, is underlying ambition,
2083but power for its use purely. Organizational attitude in classic Prussian State sense.
2084 'Herr R. Heydrich.'
2085 The Foreign Office official paused, glanced up and around at them all. Then resumed.
2086 'Much younger individual than above, who helped original Revolution in 1932. Career man with
2087elite SS. Subordinate of H. Himmler, may have played role in Himmler's not yet fully explained
2088death in 1948. Officially eliminated other contestants within police apparatus such as A. Eichinann,
2089W. Schellenberg, et al. This man said to be feared by many Partei people. Responsible for
2090controlling Wehrmacht elements after close of hostilities in famous clash between police and army
2091which led to reorganization of governmental apparatus, out of all this the NSDAP emerging victor.
2092Supported M. Bormann throughout. Product of elite training and yet anterior to so-called SS Castle
2093system. Said to be devoid of affective mentality in traditional sense. Enigmatic in terms of drive.
2094Possibly may be said to have view of society which holds human struggle to be series of games;
2095peculiar quasiscientific detachment found also in certain technological circles. Not party to
2096ideological disputes. Summation: can be called most modem in mentality; post-enlightenment type,
2097dispensing with so-called necessary illusions such as belief in God, etc. Meaning of this so-called
2098realistic mentality cannot be fathomed by social scientists in Tokyo, so this man must be considered
2099a question mark. However, notice of resemblance to deterioration of affectivity in pathological
2100schizophrenia should be made.'
2101 Mr. Tagomi felt ill as he listened.
2102 'Baldur von Schirach. Former head of Hitler Youth. Considered idealist. Personally attractive in
2103appearance, but considered not highly experienced or competent. Sincere believer in goals of
2104Partei. Took responsibility for draining Mediterranean and reclaiming of huge areas of farmland.
2105Also mitigated vicious policies of racial extermination in Slavic lands in early 'fifties. Pled case
2106directly to German people for remnant of Slavic peoples to exist on reservationlike closed regions
2107in Heartland area. Called for end of certain forms of mercy killings and medical experimentation,
2108but failed here.
2109 'Doctor Seyss-Inquart. Former Austrian Nazi, now in charge of Reich colonial areas, responsible
2110for colonial policies. Possibly most hated man in Reich territory. Said to have instigated most if not
2111all repressive measures dealing with conquered peoples. Worked with Rosenberg for ideological
2112victories of most alarming grandiose type, such as attempt to sterilize entire Russian population
2113remaining after close of hostilities. No facts for certain on this, but considered to be one of several
2114responsible for decision to make holocaust of African continent thus creating genocide conditions
2115for Negro population. Possibly closest in temperament to original Fuhrer, A. Hitler.'
2116 The Foreign Office spokesman ceased his dry, slow recitation.
2117 Mr. Tagomi thought, I think I am going mad.
2118 I have to get out of here; I am having an attack. My body is throwing up things or spurting them
2119out — I am dying. He scrambled to his feet, pushed down the aisle past other chairs and people. He
2120could hardly see. Get to lavatory. He ran up the aisle.
2121 Several heads turned. Saw him. Humiliation. Sick at important meeting. Lost place. He ran on,
2122through the open door held by embassy employee.
2123 At once the panic ceased. His gaze ceased to swim; he saw objects once more. Stable floor,
2124walls.
2125 Attack of vertigo. Middle-ear malfunction, no doubt.
2126 He thought, Diencephalon, ancient brainstem, acting up.
2127 Some organic momentary breakdown.
2128 Think along reassuring lines. Recall order of world. What to draw on? Religion? He thought,
2129Now a gavotte perform sedately. Capital both, capital both; you've caught it nicely. This is the style
2130of thing precisely. Small form of recognizable world, Gondoliers. G.&S. He shut his eyes, imagined
2131the D'Oyle Carte Company as he had seen them on their tour after the war. The finite, finite world .
2132 An embassy employee, at his elbow, saying, 'Sir, can I give you assistance?'
2133 Mr. Tagomi bowed, 'I am recovered.'
2134 The other's face, calm, considerate. No derision. They are all laughing at me, possibly? Mr.
2135Tagomi thought. Down underneath?
2136 There is evil! It's actual like cement.
2137 I can't believe it. I can't stand it. Evil is not a view. He wandered about the lobby, hearing the
2138traffic on Sutter Street, the Foreign Office spokesman addressing the meeting. All our religion is
2139wrong. What'll I do? he asked himself. He went to the front door of the embassy; an employee
2140opened it, and Mr. Tagomi walked down the steps to the path. The parked cars. His own.
2141Chauffeurs standing.
2142 It's an ingredient in us. In the world. Poured over us, filtering into our bodies, minds, hearts, into
2143the pavement itself.
2144 Why?
2145 We're blind moles. Creeping through the soil, feeling with our snouts. We know nothing. I
2146perceived this . . . now I don't know where to go. Screech with fear, only. Run away.
2147 Pitiful.
2148 Laugh at me, he thought as he saw the chauffeurs regarding him as he walked to his car. Forgot
2149my briefcase. Left it back there, by my chair. All eyes on him as he nodded to his chauffeur. Door
2150held open; he crept into his car.
2151 Take me to the hospital, he thought. No, take me back to the office. 'Nippon Times Building.' he
2152said aloud. 'Drive slowly.' He watched the city, the cars, stores, tall buildings, now, very modern.
2153People. All the men and women, going on their separate businesses.
2154 When he reached his office he instructed Mr. Ramsey to contact one of the other Trade Missions,
2155the Non-Ferrous Ores Mission, and to request that their representative to the Foreign Office
2156meeting contact him on his return.
2157 Shortly before noon, the call came through.
2158 'Possibly you noticed my distress at meeting,' Mr. Tagomi said into the phone. 'It was no doubt
2159palpable to all, especially my hasty flight.'.
2160 'I saw nothing,' the Non-Ferrous man said. 'But after the meeting I did not see you and wondered
2161what had become of you.'
2162 'You are tactful,' Mr. Tagomi said bleakly.
2163 'Not at all. I am sure everyone was too wrapped up in the Foreign Office lecture to pay heed to
2164any other consideration. As to what occurred after your departure — did you stay through the
2165rundown of aspirants in the power struggle? That comes first.'
2166 'I heard to the part about Doctor Seyss-Inquart.'
2167 'Following that, the speaker dilated on the economic situation over there. The Home Islands take
2168the view that Germany's scheme to reduce the populations of Europe and Northern Asia to the
2169status of slaves — plus murdering all intellectuals, bourgeois elements, patriotic youth and what not
2170— has been an economic catastrophe. Only the formidable technological achievements of German
2171science and industry have saved them. Miracle weapons, so to speak.'
2172 'Yes,' Mr. Tagomi said. Seated at his desk, holding the phone with one hand, he poured himself a
2173cup of hot tea. 'As did their miracle weapons V-one and V-two and their jet fighters in the war.'
2174 'It is a sleight-of-hand business,' the Non-Ferrous Ores man said. 'Mainly, their uses of atomic
2175energy have kept things together. And the diversion of their circus-like rocket travel to-Mars and
2176Venus. He pointed out that for all their thrilling import, such traffic have yielded nothing of
2177economic worth.'
2178 'But they are dramatic,' Mr. Tagomi said.
2179 'His prognosis was gloomy. He feels that most high-placed Nazis are refusing to face facts vis-à-
2180vis their economic plight. By doing so, they accelerate the tendency toward greater tour de force
2181adventures, less predictability, less stability in general. The cycle of manic enthusiasm, then fear,
2182then Partei solutions of a desperate type — well, the point he got across was that all this tends to
2183bring the most irresponsible and reckless aspirants to the top.'
2184 Mr. Tagomi nodded.
2185 'So we must presume that the worst, rather than the best, choice will be made, The sober and
2186responsible elements will be defeated in the present clash.'
2187 'Who did he say was the worst?' Mr. Tagomi said.
2188 'R. Heydrich. Doctor Seyss-Inquart. H. Göring. In the Imperial Government's opinion.'
2189 'And the best?'
2190 'Possibly B. von Schirach and Doctor Goebbels. But on that he was less explicit.'
2191 'Anything more?'
2192 'He told us that we must have faith in the Emperor and the Cabinet at this time more than ever.
2193That we can look toward the Palace with confidence.'
2194 'Was there a moment of respectful silence?'
2195 'Yes.'
2196 Mr. Tagomi thanked the Non-Ferrous Ores man and rang off.
2197 As he sat drinking his tea, the intercom buzzed. Miss Ephreikian's voice came: 'Sir, you had
2198wanted to send a message to the German consul.' A pause. 'Did you wish to dictate it to me at this
2199time?'
2200 That is so, Mr. Tagomi realized. I had forgotten. 'Come into the office,' he said.
2201 Presently she entered, smiling at him hopefully. 'You are feeling better, sir?'
2202 'Yes. An injection of vitamins has helped.' He considered. 'Recall to me. What is the German
2203consul's name?'
2204 'I have that, sir. Freiherr Hugo Reiss.'
2205 'Mein Herr,' Mr. Tagomi began. 'Shocking news has arrived that your leader, Herr Martin
2206Bormann, has succumbed. Tears rise to my eyes as I write these words. When I recall the bold
2207deeds perpetrated by Herr Bormann in securing the salvation of the German people from her
2208enemies both at home and abroad, as well as the soul-shaking measures of sternness meted out to
2209the shirkers and traitors who would betray all mankind's vision of the cosmos, into which now the
2210blond-haired blue-eyed Nordic races have after aeons plunged in their — ' He stopped. There was
2211no way to finish. Miss Ephreikian stopped her tape recorder, waiting.
2212 'These are great times,' he said.
2213 'Should I record that, sir? Is that the message?' Uncertainly she started up her machine.
2214 'I was addressing you,' Mr. Tagomi said.
2215 She smiled.
2216 'Play my utterances back,' Mr. Tagomi said.
2217 The tape transport spun. Then he heard his voice, tiny and metallic, issuing from the two-inch
2218speaker. '. . . perpetrated by Herr Bormann in securing the salvation. . .' He listened to the insectlike
2219squeak as it rambled on. Cortical flappings and scrapings, he thought.
2220 'I have the conclusion,' he said, when the transport ceased turning. 'Determination to exhalt and
2221immolate themselves and so obtain a niche in history from which no life form can cast them, no
2222matter what may transpire.' He paused. 'We are all insects,' he said to Miss Ephreikian. 'Groping
2223toward something terrible or divine. Do you not agree?' He bowed. Miss Ephreikian, seated with
2224her tape recorder, made a slight bow back.
2225 'Send that,' he told her. 'Sign it, et cetera. Work the sentences, if you wish, so that they will mean
2226something.' As she started from the office he added, 'Or so that they mean nothing. Whichever you
2227prefer.'
2228 As she opened the office dour she glanced at him curiously.
2229 After she had left he began work on routine matters of the day. But almost at once Mr. Ramsey
2230was on the intercom. 'Sir, Mr. Baynes is calling.'
2231 Good, Mr. Tagomi thought. Now we can begin important discussion. 'Put him on,' he said,
2232picking up the phone.
2233 'Mr. Tagomi,' Mr. Baynes' voice came.
2234 'Good afternoon. Due to news of Chancellor Bormann's death I was unexpectedly out of my
2235office this morning. However — '
2236 'Did Mr. Yatabe get in touch with you?'
2237 'Not yet,' Mr. Tagomi said.
2238 'Did you tell your staff to keep an eye open for him?' Mr. Baynes said. He sounded agitated.
2239 'Yes,' Mr. Tagomi said. 'They will usher him in directly he arrives.' He made a mental note to tell
2240Mr. Ramsey; as yet he had not gotten around to it. Are we not to begin discussions, then, until the
2241old gentleman puts in his appearance? He felt dismay. 'Sir,' he began. 'I am anxious to begin. Are
2242you about to present your injection molds to us? Although we have been in confusion today — '
2243 'There has been a change,' Mr. Baynes said. 'We'll wait for Mr. Yatabe. You're sure he hasn't
2244arrived? I want you to give me your word that you'll notify me as soon as he calls you. Please exert
2245yourself, Mr. Tagomi.' Mr. Baynes' voice sounded strained, jerky.
2246 'I give you my word.' Now he, too, felt agitation. The Bormann death; that had caused the
2247change. 'Meanwhile,' he said rapidly, 'I would enjoy your company, perhaps at lunch today. I not
2248having had opportunity to have my lunch, yet.' Improvising, he continued. 'Although we will wait
2249on specifics, perhaps we could ruminate on general world conditions, in particular — '
2250 'No,' Mr. Baynes said.
2251 No? Mr. Tagomi thought. 'Sir,' he said, 'I am not well today. I had a grievous incident; it was my
2252hope to confide it to you.'
2253 'I'm sorry,' Mr. Baynes said. 'I'll ring you back later.' The phone clicked. He had abruptly hung
2254up.
2255 I offended him, Mr. Tagomi thought. He must have gathered correctly that I tardily failed to
2256inform my staff about the old gentleman. But it is a trifle; he pressed the intercom button and said,
2257'Mr. Ramsey, please come into my office.' I can correct that immediately. More is involved, he
2258decided. The Bormann death has shaken him.
2259 A trifle — and yet indicative of my foolish and feckless attitude. Mr. Tagomi felt guilt. This is
2260not a good day. I should have consulted the oracle, discovered what Moment it is. I have drifted far
2261from the Tao; that is obvious.
2262 Which of the sixty-four hexagrams, he wondered, am I laboring under? Opening his desk drawer
2263he brought out the I Ching and laid the two volumes on the desk. So much to ask the sages. So
2264many questions inside me which I can barely articulate. . .
2265 When Mr. Ramsey entered the office, he had already obtained the hexagram. 'Look, Mr.
2266Ramsey.' He showed him the book.
2267 The hexagram was Forty-Seven. Oppression — Exhaustion.
2268 'A bad omen, generally,' Mr. Ramsey said. 'What is your question, sir? If I'm not offending you
2269to ask.'
2270 'I inquired as to the Moment,' Mr. Tagomi said. 'The Moment for us all. No moving lines. A
2271static hexagram.' He shut the book.
2272 At three o'clock that afternoon, Frank Frink, still waiting with his business partner for WyndamMatson's
2273decision about the money, decided to consult the oracle. How are things going to turn
2274out? he asked, and threw the coins.
2275 The hexagram was Forty-seven. He obtained one moving line, Nine in the fifth place.
2276His nose and feet are cut off.
2277Oppression at the hands of the man with the purple knee bands.
2278Joy comes softly.
2279It furthers one to make offerings and libations.
2280 For a long time — at least half an hour — he studied the line and the material connected with it,
2281trying to figure out what it might mean. The hexagram, and especially the moving line, disturbed
2282him. At last he concluded reluctantly that the money would not be forthcoming.
2283 'You rely on that thing too much,' Ed McCarthy said.
2284 At four o'clock, a messenger from W-M Corporation appeared and handed Frink and McCarthy a
2285manila envelope. When they opened it they found inside a certified check for two thousand dollars.
2286 'So you were wrong,' McCarthy said.
2287 Frink thought, Then the oracle must refer to some future consequence of this. That is the trouble;
2288later on, when it has happened, you can look back and see exactly what it meant. But now — 'We
2289can start setting up the shop,' McCarthy said. 'Today? Right now?' He felt weary.
2290 'Why not? We've got our orders made out; all we have to do is stick them in the mail. The sooner
2291the better. And the stuff we can get locally we'll pick up ourselves.' Putting on his jacket. Ed moved
2292to the door of Frink's room.
2293 They had talked Frink's landlord into renting them the basement of the building. Now it was used
2294for storage. Once the cartons were out, they could build their bench, put in wiring, lights, begin to
2295mount their motors and belts. They had drawn up sketches, specifications, parts lists. So they had
2296actually already begun.
2297 We're in business, Frank Frink realized. They had even agreed on a name.
2298EDFRANK CUSTOM JEWELERS
2299 'The most I can see today,' he said, 'is buying the wood for the bench, and maybe electrical parts.
2300But no jewelry supplies.'
2301 They went, then, to a lumber supply yard in south San Francisco. By the end of an hour they had
2302their wood.
2303 'What's bothering you?' Ed McCarthy said as they entered a hardware store that dealt on a
2304wholesale basis.
2305 'The money. It gets me down. To finance things that way.'
2306 'Old W-M understands,' McCarthy said.
2307 I know, Frink thought. That's why it gets me down. We have entered the world. We're like him.
2308Is that a pleasant thought?
2309 'Don't look back,' McCarthy said. 'Look ahead. To the business.'
2310 I am looking ahead, Frink thought. He thought of the hexagram. What offerings and libations can
2311I make? And — to whom?
23127
2313 The handsome young Japanese couple who had visited Robert Childan's store, the Kasouras,
2314telephoned him toward the end of the week and requested that he come to their apartment for
2315dinner. He had been waiting for some further word from them, and he was delighted.
2316 A little early he shut up American Artistic Handcrafts Inc. and took a pedecab to the exclusive
2317district where the Kasouras lived. He knew the district, although no white people lived there. As the
2318pedecab carried him along the winding streets with their lawns and willow trees, Childan gazed up
2319at the modern apartment buildings and marveled at the grace of the designs. The wrought-iron 
2320balconies, the soaring yet modern columns, the pastel colors, the uses of varied textures . . . it all
2321made up a work of art. He could remember when this had been nothing but rubble from the war.
2322 The small Japanese children out playing watched him without comment, then returned to their
2323football or baseball. But, he thought, not so the adults; the well-dressed young Japanese, parking
2324their cars or entering the apartment buildings, noticed him with greater interest. Did he live here?
2325they were perhaps wondering. Young Japanese businessmen coming home from their offices. . .
2326even the heads of Trade Missions lived here. He noticed parked Cadillacs. As the pedecab took him
2327closer to his destination, he became increasingly nervous.
2328 Very shortly, as he ascended the stairs to the Kasouras' apartment, he thought, Here I am, not
2329invited in a business context, but a dinner guest. He had of course taken special pains with his
2330attire; at least he could be confident of his appearance. My appearance, he thought. Yes, that is it.
2331How do I appear? There is no deceiving anyone; I do not belong here. On this land that white men
2332cleared and built one of their finest cities. I am an outsider in my own country.
2333 He came to the proper door along the carpeted hall, rang the bell. Presently the door opened.
2334There stood young Mrs. Kasoura, in a silk kimono and obi, her long black hair in shining tangle
2335down her neck, smiling in welcome. Behind her in the living room, her husband, with drink in
2336hand, nodding.
2337 'Mr. Childan. Enter.'
2338 Bowing, he entered.
2339 Tasteful in the extreme. And — so ascetic. Few pieces. A lamp here, table, bookcase, print on
2340the wall. The incredible Japanese sense of wabi. It could not be thought in English. The ability to
2341find in simple objects a beauty beyond that of the elaborate or ornate. Something to do with the
2342arrangement.
2343 'A drink?' Mr. Kasoura asked. 'Scotch and soda?'
2344 'Mr. Kasoura — ' he began.
2345 'Paul,' the young Japanese said. Indicating his wife. 'Betty. And you are — '
2346 Mr. Childan murmured, 'Robert.'
2347 Seated on the soft carpet with their drinks, they listened to a recording of koto, Japanese thirteenstring
2348harp. It was newly released by Japanese HMV, and quite popular. Childan noticed that all
2349parts of the phonograph were concealed, even the speaker. He could not tell where the sound came
2350from.
2351 'Not knowing your appetites in dining,' Betty said, 'we have played safe. In kitchen electric oven
2352is broiling T-bone 'steak. Along with this, baked potato with sauce of sour cream and chives.
2353Maxim utters: no one can err in serving steak to new-found guest first time.'
2354 'Very gratifying,' Childan said. 'Quite fond of steak.' And that certainly was so. He rarely had it.
2355The great stockyards from the Middle West did not send out much to the West Coast any more. He
2356could not recall when he had last had a good steak.
2357 It was time for him to graft guest gift.
2358 From his coat pocket he brought small tissue-paperwrapped thing. He laid it discreetly on the
2359low table. Both of them immediately noticed, and this required him to say, 'Bagatelle for you. To
2360display fragment of the relaxation and enjoyment I feel in being here.'
2361 His hand opened the tissue paper, showing them the gift. Bit of ivory carved a century ago by
2362whalers from New England. Tiny ornamented art object, called a scrimshaw. Their faces
2363illuminated with knowledge of the scrimshaws which the old sailors had made in their spare time.
2364No single thing could have summed up old U.S. culture more.
2365 Silence.
2366 'Thank you,' Paul said.
2367 Robert Childan bowed.
2368 There was peace, then, for a moment, in his heart. This offering, this — as the I Ching put it —
2369libation. It had done what needed to be done. Some of the anxiety and oppression which he had felt
2370lately began to lift from him.
2371 From Ray Calvin he had received restitution for the Colt .44, plus many written assurances of no
2372second recurrence. And yet it had not eased his heart. Only now, in this unrelated situation, had he
2373for a moment lost the sense that things were in the constant process of going askew. The wabi
2374around him, radiations of harmony . . . that is it, he decided. The proportion. Balance. They are so
2375close to the Tao, these two young Japanese. That is why I reacted to them before. I sensed the Tao
2376through them. Saw a glimpse of it myself.
2377 What would it be like, he wondered, to really know the Tao? The Tao is that which first lets the
2378light, then the dark. Occasions the interplay of the two primal forces so that there is always
2379renewal. It is that which keeps it all from wearing down. The universe will never be extinguished
2380because just when the darkness seems to have smothered all, to be truly transcendent, the new seeds
2381of light are reborn in the very depths. That is the Way. When the seed falls, it falls into the earth,
2382into the soil. And beneath, out of sight, it comes to life.
2383 'An hors d'oeuvre,' Betty said. She knelt to hold out a plate on which lay small crackers of
2384cheese, et cetera. He took two gratefully.
2385 'International news much in notice these days.' Paul said as he sipped his drink. 'While I drove
2386home tonight I heard direct broadcast of great pageant-like State Funeral at Munich, including rally
2387of fifty thousand, flags and the like. Much 'Ich hatte einen Kamerad' singing. Body now lying in
2388state for all faithful to view.''
2389 'Yes, it was distressing,' Robert Childan said. 'The sudden news earlier this week.'
2390 'Nippon Times tonight saying reliable sources declare B. von Schirach under house arrest,' Betty
2391said. 'By SD instruction.'
2392 'Bad,' Paul said, shaking his head.
2393 'No doubt the authorities desire to keep order,' Childan said. 'Von Schirach noted for hasty,
2394headstrong, even halfbaked actions. Much similar to R. Hess in past. Recall mad flight to England.'
2395 'What else reported by Nippon Times?' Paul asked his wife.
2396 'Much confusion and intriguing. Army units moving from hither to yon. Leaves canceled. Border
2397stations closed. Reichstag in session. Speeches by all.'
2398 'That recalls fine speech I heard by Doctor Geobbels,' Robert Childan said. 'On radio, year or so
2399ago. Much witty invective. Had audience in palm of hand, as usual. Ranged throughout gamut of
2400emotionality. No doubt; with original Adolf Hitler out of things, Doctor Goebbels A-one Nazi
2401speaker.'
2402 'True,' both Paul and Betty agreed, nodding.
2403 'Doctor Goebbels also has fine children and wife,' Childan went on. 'Very high-type individuals.'
2404 'True,' Paul and Betty agreed. 'Family man, in contrast to number of other grand moguls there,'
2405Paul said. 'Of questionable sexual mores.'
2406 'I wouldn't give rumors time of day.' Childan said. 'You refer to such as E. Roehm? Ancient
2407history. Long since obliterated.'
2408 'Thinking more of H. Göring,' Paul said, slowly sipping his drink and scrutinizing it. 'Tales of
2409Rome-like orgies of assorted fantastic variety. Causes flesh to crawl even hearing about.'
2410 'Lies,' Childan said.
2411 'Well, subject not worth discussing,' Betty said tactfully, with a glance at the two of them.
2412 They had finished their drinks, and she went to refill.
2413 'Lot of hot blood stirred up in political discussion.' Paul said. 'Everywhere you go. Essential to
2414keep head.'
2415 'Yes,' Childan agreed. 'Calmness and order. So things return to customary stability.'
2416 'Period after death of Leader critical in totalitarian society,' Paul said. 'Lack of tradition and
2417middle-class institutions combine — ' He broke off. 'Perhaps better drop politics.' He smiled. 'Like
2418old student days.'
2419 Robert Childan felt his face flush, and he bent over his new drink to conceal himself from the
2420eyes of his host. What a dreadful beginning he had made. In a foolish and loud manner he had
2421argued politics; he had been rude in his disagreeing, and only the adroit tact of his host had sufficed
2422to save the evening. How much I have to learn, Childan thought. They're so graceful and polite.
2423And I — the white barbarian. It is true.
2424 For a time he contented himself with sipping his drink and keeping on his face an artificial
2425expression of enjoyment. I must follow their leads entirely, he told himself. Agree always.
2426 Yet in a panic he thought, My wits scrambled by the drink. And fatigue and nervousness. Can I
2427do it? I will never be invited back anyhow; it is already too late. He felt despair.
2428 Betty, having returned from the kitchen, had once more seated herself on the carpet. How
2429attractive, Robert Childan thought again. The slender body. Their figures are so superior; not fat,
2430not bulbous. No bra or girdle needed. I must conceal my longing; that at all costs. And yet now and
2431then he let himself steal a glance at her. Lovely dark colors of her skin, hair, and eyes. We are halfbaked
2432compared to them. Allowed out of the kiln before we were fully done. The old aboriginal
2433myth; the truth, there.
2434 I must divert my thoughts. Find social item, anything. His eyes strayed about, seeking some
2435topic. The silence reigned heavily, making his tension sizzle. Unbearable. What the hell to say?
2436Something safe. His eyes made out a book on a low black teak cabinet.
2437 'I see you're reading The Grasshopper Lies Heavy,' he said. 'I hear it on many lips, but pressure
2438of business prevents my own attention.' Rising, he went to pick it up, carefully consulting their
2439expressions; they seemed to acknowledge this gesture of sociality, and so he proceeded. 'A
2440mystery? Excuse my abysmal ignorance.' He turned the pages.
2441 'Not a mystery,' Paul said. 'On contrary, interesting form of fiction possibly within genre of
2442science fiction.'
2443 'Oh no,' Betty disagreed. 'No science in it. Nor set in future. Science fiction deals with future, in
2444particular future where science has advanced over now. Book fits neither premise.'
2445 'But,' Paul said, 'it deals with alternate present. Many well-known science fiction novels of that
2446sort.' To Robert he explained, 'Pardon my insistence in this, but as my wife knows, I was for a long
2447time a science fiction enthusiast. I began that hobby early in my life; I was merely twelve. It was
2448during the early days of the war.'
2449 'I see,' Robert Childan said, with politeness.
2450 'Care to borrow Grasshopper?' Paul asked. 'We will soon be through, no doubt within day or so.
2451My office being downtown not far from your esteemed store, I could happily drop it off at
2452lunchtime.' He was silent, and then — possibly, Childan thought, due to a signal from Betty —
2453continued, 'You and I, Robert, could eat lunch together, on that occasion.'
2454 'Thank you,' Robert said. It was all he could say. Lunch, in one of the downtown businessmen's
2455fashionable restaurants. He and this stylish modem high-place young Japanese. It was too much; -
2456he felt his gaze blur. But he went on examining the book and nodding. 'Yes,' he said, 'this does look
2457interesting. I would very much like to read it. I try to keep up with what's being discussed.' Was 
2458that proper to say? Admission that his interest lay in book's modishness. Perhaps that was lowplace.
2459He did not know, and yet he felt that it was. 'One cannot judge by book being best seller,' he
2460said. 'We all know that. Many best sellers are terrible trash. This, however — ' He faltered.
2461 Betty said, 'Most true. Average taste really deplorable.'
2462 'As in music,' Paul said. 'No interest in authentic American folk jazz, as example. Robert, are you
2463fond of say Bunk Johnson and Kid Ory and the like? Early Dixieland jazz? I have record library of
2464old such music, original Genet recordings.'
2465 Robert said, 'Afraid I know little about Negro music.' They did not look exactly pleased at his
2466remark. 'I prefer classical. Bach and Beethoven.' Surely that was acceptable. He felt now a bit of
2467resentment. Was he supposed to deny the great masters of European music, the timeless classics in
2468favor of New Orleans jazz from the honky-tonks and bistros of the Negro quarter?
2469 'Perhaps if I play selection by New Orleans Rhythm Kings,' Paul began, starting from the room,
2470but Betty gave him a warning look. He hesitated, shrugged.
2471 'Dinner almost ready,' she said.
2472 Returning, Paul once more seated himself. A little sulkily, Robert thought, he murmured, 'Jazz
2473from New Orleans most authentic American folk music there is. Originated on this continent. All
2474else came from Europe, such as corny English-style lute ballads.'
2475 'This is perpetual argument between us,' Betty said, smiling at Robert. 'I do not share his love of
2476original jazz.'
2477 Still holding the copy of The Grasshopper Lies Heavy, Robert said, 'What sort of alternate
2478present does this book describe?'
2479 Betty, after a moment, said, 'One in which Germany and Japan lost the war.'
2480 They were all silent.
2481 'Time to eat,' Betty said, sliding to her feet. 'Please come, two hungry gentleman businessmen.'
2482She cajoled Robert and Paul to the dining table, already set with white tablecloth, silver, china,
2483huge rough napkins in what Robert recognized as Early American bone napkin rings. The silver,
2484too, was sterling silver American. The cups and saucers were Royal Albert, deep blue and yellow.
2485Very exceptional; he could not help glancing at them with professional admiration.
2486 The plates were not American. They appeared to be Japanese; he could not tell, it being beyond
2487his field.
2488 'That is Imari porcelain.' Paul said, perceiving his interest. 'From Arita. Considered a first-place
2489product. Japan.'
2490 They seated themselves.
2491 'Coffee?' Betty asked Robert.
2492 'Yes,' he said. 'Thanks.'
2493 'Toward end of meal,' she said, going to get the serving cart.
2494 Soon they were all eating. Robert found the meal delicious. She was quite an exceptional cook.
2495The salad in particular pleased him. Avocados, artichoke heart, some kind of blue cheese dressing .
2496. . thank God they had not presented him with a Japanese meal, the dishes of mixed greens and
2497meats of which he had eaten so much since the war.
2498 And the unending seafoods. He had gotten so that he could no longer abide shrimp or any other
2499shellfish.
2500 'I would like to know,' Robert said, 'what he supposes it would be like in world where Germany
2501and Japan lost the war.'
2502 Neither Paul nor Betty answered for a time. Then Paul said at last, 'Very complicated
2503differences. Better to read the book. It would spoil it for you, possibly, to hear.'
2504 'I have strong convictions on the subject,' Robert said. 'I have frequently thought it over. The
2505world would be much worse.' He heard his voice sound out firm, virtually harsh. 'Much worse.'
2506 They seemed taken by surprise. Perhaps it was his tone.
2507 'Communism would rule everywhere,' Robert continued.
2508 Paul nodded. 'The author, Mr. H. Abendsen, considers that point, as to unchecked spread of
2509Soviet Russia. But same as in First World War, even on winning side, second-rate mostly peasant
2510Russia naturally takes pratfall. Big Laughingstock, recalling Japan War with them, when — '
2511 'We have had to suffer, to pay the cost,' Robert said. 'But we did it for a good cause. To stop
2512Slavic world inundation.'
2513 Betty said in a low voice, 'Personally, I do not believe any hysterical talk of 'world inundation' by
2514any people, Slavic or Chinese or Japanese.' She regarded Robert placidly. She was in complete
2515control of herself, not carried away; but she intended to express her feeling. A spot of color, deep
2516red, had appeared in each of her cheeks.
2517 They ate for a time without conversing.
2518 I did it again, Robert Childan informed himself. Impossible to avoid the topic. Because it's
2519everywhere, in a book I happen to pick up or a record collection, in these bone napkin rings — loot
2520piled up by the conquerors. Pillage from my people.
2521 Face facts. I'm trying to pretend that these Japanese and I are alike. But observe: even when I
2522burst out as to my gratification that they won the war, that my nation lost — there's still no
2523common ground. What words mean to me is sharp contrast vis-à-vis them. Their brains are
2524different. Souls likewise. Witness them drinking from English bone china cups, eating with U.S.
2525silver, listening to Negro style of music. It's all on the surface. Advantage of wealth and power
2526makes this available to them, but it's ersatz as the day is long.
2527 Even the I Ching, which they've forced down our throats; it's Chinese. Borrowed from way back
2528when. Whom are they fooling? Themselves? Pilfer customs right and left, wear, eat, talk, walk, as
2529for instance consuming with gusto baked potato served with sour cream and chives, old-fashioned
2530American dish added to their haul. But nobody fooled, I can tell you; me least of all.
2531 Only the white races endowed with creativity, he reflected. And yet I, blood member of same,
2532must bump head to floor for these two. Think how it would have been had we won! Would have
2533crushed them out of existence. No Japan today, and the U.S.A. gleaming great sole power in entire
2534wide world.
2535 He thought: I must read that Grasshopper book. Patriotic duty, from the sound of it.
2536 Betty said softly to him, 'Robert, you're not eating. Is the food misprepared?'
2537 At once he took a forkful of salad. 'No,' he said. 'It is virtually the most delicious meal I have had
2538in years.'
2539 'Thank you,' she said, obviously pleased. 'Doing my best to be authentic . . . for instance,
2540carefully shopping in teeny-tiny American markets down along Mission Street. Understand that's
2541the real McCoy.'
2542 You cook the native foods to perfection, Robert Childan thought. What they say is true: your
2543powers of imitation are immense. Apple pie, Coca-Cola, stroll after the movie, Glenn Miller . . .
2544you could paste together out of tin and rice paper a complete artificial America. Rice-paper Mom in
2545the kitchen, rice-paper Dad reading the newspaper. Rice-paper pup at his feet. Everything.
2546 Paul was watching him silently. Robert Childan, suddenly noticing the man's attention, ceased
2547his line of thought and applied himself to his food. Can he read my mind? he wondered. See what
2548I'm really thinking? I know I did not show it. I kept the proper expression; he could not possibly
2549tell.
2550 'Robert,' Paul said, 'since you were born and raised here, speaking the U.S. idiom, perhaps I
2551could get your help with a book which has given me certain trouble. Novel from the l930s by a U.S.
2552author.'
2553 Robert bowed slightly.
2554 'The book,' Paul said, 'which is quite rare, and which! possess a copy of nonetheless, is by
2555Nathanael West. Title is Miss Lonelyhearts. I have read it with enjoyment, but do not totally grasp
2556N. West's meaning.' He looked hopefully at Robert.
2557 Presently Robert Childan admitted. 'I — have never read that book, I fear.' Nor, he thought, even
2558heard of it.
2559 Disappointment showed in Paul's expression. 'Too bad. It is a tiny book. Tells about man who
2560runs column in daily paper; receives heartache problems constantly, until evidently driven mad by
2561pain and has delusion that he is J. Christ. Do you recall? Perhaps read long ago.'
2562 'No,' Robert said.
2563 'Gives strange view about suffering,' Paul said. 'Insight of most original kind into meaning of
2564pain for no reason, problem which all religions cope with. Religions such as Christian often declare
2565must be sin to account for suffering. N. West seems to add more compelling view of this, over
2566older notions. N. West possibly saw could be suffering without cause due to his being a Jew.'
2567 Robert said. 'If Germany and Japan had lost the war, the Jews would be running the world today.
2568Through Moscow and Wall Street.'
2569 The two Japanese, man and wife, seemed to shrink. They seemed to fade, grow cold, descend
2570into themselves. The room itself grew cold. Robert Childan felt alone. Eating by himself, no longer
2571in their company. What had he done now? What had they misunderstood? Stupid inability on their
2572part to grasp alien tongue, the Western thought. Eluded them and so they took umbrage. What a
2573tragedy, he thought as he continued eating. And yet — what could be done?
2574 Former clarity — that of only a moment ago — had to be drawn on for all it was worth. Full
2575extent not glimpsed until now. Robert Childan did not feel quite as badly as before, because the
2576nonsensical dream had begun to lift from his mind. I showed up here with such anticipation, he
2577recalled. Near-adolescent romantic haze befuddling me as I ascended stairs. But reality cannot be
2578ignored; we must grow up.
2579 And this is the straight dope, right here. These people are not exactly human. They don the dress
2580but they're like monkeys dolled up in the circus. They're clever and can learn, but that is all.
2581 Why do I cater to them? Due solely to their having won?
2582 Big flaw in my character revealed through this encounter. But such is the way it goes. I have
2583pathetic tendency to . . . well, shall we say, unerringly choose the easier of two evils. Like a cow
2584catching sight of the trough; I gallop without premeditation.
2585 What I've been doing is to go along with the exterior motions because it is safer; after all, these
2586are the victors . . . they command. And I will go on doing it, I guess. Because why should I make
2587myself unhappy? They read an American book and want me to explain it to them; they hope that I,
2588a white man, can give them the answer. And I try? But in this case I can't, although had I read it, I
2589no doubt could.
2590 'Perhaps one day I'll have a look at that Miss Lonelyhearts book,' he said to Paul. 'And then I can
2591convey to you its significance.'
2592 Paul nodded slightly.
2593 'However, at present I am too busy with my work,' Robert said. 'Later on, perhaps . . . I am sure it
2594wouldn't take me very long.'
2595 'No,' Paul murmured. 'Very short book.' Both he and Betty looked sad, Robert Childan thought.
2596He wondered if they, too, sensed the unbridgeable gap between themselves and him. Hope so, he
2597thought. They deserve to. A shame — just have to ferret out book's message on their own.
2598 He ate with more enjoyment.
2599 No further friction marred the evening. When he left the Kasouras' apartment at ten o'clock,
2600Robert Childan still felt the sense of confidence which had overtaken him during the meal.
2601 He meandered down the apartment house stairs with no genuine concern as to the occasional
2602Japanese residents who, on their way to and from the communal baths, might notice him and stare.
2603Out onto the dark evening sidewalk, then the hailing of a passing pedecab. And he was thereupon
2604on his trip home.
2605 I always wondered what it would be like to meet certain customers socially. Not so bad after all.
2606And, he thought, this experience may well help me in my business.
2607 It is therapeutic to meet these people who have intimidated you. And to discover what they are
2608really like. Then the intimidation goes.
2609 Thinking along those lines, he arrived at his own neighborhood and finally at his own door. He
2610paid the chink pedecab driver and ascended the familiar stairs.
2611 There, in his front room, sat a man he did not know. A white man wearing an overcoat, sitting on
2612the couch reading the newspaper. As Robert Childan stood astonished in the doorway, the man put
2613down his newspaper, leisurely rose, and reached into his breast pocket. He brought out a wallet and
2614displayed it.
2615 'Kempeitai.'
2616 He was a pinoc. Employee of Sacramento and its State Police installed by the Japanese
2617occupation authorities. Frightening!
2618 'You're R. Childan?'
2619 'Yes, sir,' he said. His heart pounded.
2620 'Recently,' the policeman said, consulting a clipboard of papers which he had taken from a
2621briefcase on the couch, 'you were paid a visit by a man, a white, describing himself as representing
2622an officer of the Imperial Navy. Subsequent investigation showed that this was not so. No such
2623officer existed. No such ship.' He eyed Childan.
2624 'That's correct,' Childan said.
2625 'We have a report,' the policeman continued, 'of a racket being conducted in the Bay Area. This
2626fellow evidently was involved. Would you describe him?'
2627 'Small, rather dark-skinned,' Childan began.
2628 'Jewish?'
2629 'Yes!' Childan said. 'Now that I think about it. Although I overlooked it at the time.'
2630 'Here's a photo.' The Kempeitai man passed it to him.
2631 'That's him,' Childan said, experiencing recognition beyond any doubt. He was a little appalled
2632by the Kempeitai's power of detection. 'How'd you find him? I didn't report it, but I telephoned my
2633jobber, Ray Calvin, and told him — '
2634 The policeman waved him silent. 'I have a paper for you to sign, and that's all. You won't have to
2635appear in court; this is a legal formality that ends your involvement.' He handed Childan the paper,
2636plus pen. 'This states that you were approached by this man and that he tried to swindle you by
2637misrepresenting himself and so forth. You read the paper.' The policeman rolled back his cuff and
2638examined his watch as Robert Childan read the paper. 'Is that substantially correct?'
2639 It was — substantially. Robert Childan did not have time to give the paper thorough attention,
2640and anyhow he was a little confused as to what had happened that day. But he knew that the man
2641had misrepresented himself, and that some racket was involved; and, as the Kempeitai man had
2642said,the fellow was a Jew. Robert Childan glanced at the name beneath the photo of the man. Frank
2643Frink. Born Frank Fink. Yes, he certainly was a Jew. Anybody could tell, with a name like Fink.
2644And he had changed it.
2645 Childan signed the paper.
2646 'Thanks,' the policeman said. He gathered up his things, tipped his hat, wished Childan good
2647night, and departed. The whole business had taken only a moment.
2648 I guess they got him, Childan thought. Whatever he was up to.
2649 Great relief. They work fast, all right.
2650 We live in a society of law and order, where Jews can't pull their subtleties on the innocent.
2651We're protected.
2652 I don't know why I didn't recognize the racial characteristics when I saw him. Evidently I'm
2653easily deceived.
2654 He decided, I'm simply not capable of deceit and that renders me helpless. Without law, I'd be at
2655their mercy. He could have convinced me of anything. It's a form of hypnosis. They can control an
2656entire society.
2657 Tomorrow I will have to go out and buy that Grasshopper book, he told himself. It'll be
2658interesting to see how the author depicts a world run by Jews and Communists, with the Reich in
2659ruins, Japan no doubt a province of Russia; in fact, with Russia extending from the Atlantic to the
2660Pacific. I wonder if he — whatever his name is — depicts a war between Russia and the U.S.A.?
2661Interesting book, he thought. Odd nobody thought of writing it before.
2662 He thought, it should help to bring home to us how lucky we are. In spite of the obvious
2663disadvantages . . . we could be so much worse off. Great moral lesson pointed out by that book.
2664Yes, there are Japs in power here, and we have to build. Out of this are coming great things, such as
2665the colonization of the planets.
2666 There should be a news broadcast on, he realized. Seating himself, he turned on the radio. Maybe
2667the new Reichs Chancellor has been picked. He felt excitement and anticipation. To me, that SeyssInquart
2668seems the most dynamic. The most likely to carry out bold programs.
2669 I wish I was there, he thought. Possibly someday I'll be well enough to travel to Europe and see
2670all that has been done. Shame to miss out. Stuck here on the West Coast, where nothing is
2671happening. History is passing us by.
26728
2673 At eight o'clock in the morning Freiherr Hugo Reiss, the Reichs Consul in San Francisco,
2674stepped from his MercedesBenz 220-E and walked briskly up the steps of the consulate. Behind
2675him came two young male employees of the Foreign Office. The door had been unlocked by Reiss'
2676staff, and he passed inside, raising his hand in greeting to the two switchboard girls, the viceConsul
2677— Herr Frank, and then, in the inner office, Reiss' secretary, Herr Pferdehuf.
2678 'Freiherr,' Plerdehuf said, 'there is a coded radiogram coming in just now from Berlin. Preface
2679One.'
2680 That meant removing his overcoat and giving it to Pferdehuf to hang up.
2681 'Ten minutes ago Herr Kreuz vom Meere called. He would like you to return his call.'
2682 'Thank you,' Reiss said. He seated himself at the small table by the window of his office,
2683removed the cover from his breakfast, saw on the plate the roll, scrambled eggs and sausage,
2684poured himself hot black coffee from the silver pot, then unrolled his morning newspaper.
2685 The caller, Kreuz vom Meere, was the chief of the Sicherheitsdienst in the PSA area; his
2686headquarters were located, under a cover name, at the air terminal. Relations between Reiss and
2687Kreuz vom Meere were rather strained. Their jurisdiction overlapped in countless matters, a
2688deliberate policy, no doubt, of the higher-ups in Berlin. Reiss held an honorary commission in the
2689SS, the rank of major, and this made him technically Kreuz vom Meere's subordinate. The
2690commission had been bestowed several years ago, and at that time Reiss had discerned the purpose.
2691But he could do nothing about it. Nonetheless, he chafed still.
2692 The newspaper, flown in by Lufthansa and arriving at six in the morning, was the Frankfurter
2693Zeitung. Reiss read the front page carefully. Von Schirach under house arrest, possibly dead by
2694now. Too bad. Göring residing at a Luftwaffe training base, surrounded by experienced veterans of
2695the war, all loyal to the Fat One. No one would slip up on him. No SD hatchetmen. And what about
2696Doctor Goebbels?
2697 Probably in the heart of Berlin. Depending as always on his own wit, his ability to talk his way
2698out of anything. If Heydrich sends a squad to do him in, Reiss reflected, the Little Doctor will not
2699only argue them out of it, he will probably persuade them to switch over. Make them employees of
2700the Ministry for Propaganda and Public Enlightenment.
2701 He could imagine Doctor Goebbels at this moment, in the apartment of some stunning movie
2702actress, disdaining the Wehrmacht units bumping through the streets below. Nothing frightened that
2703Kerl. Goebbels would smile his mocking smile . . . continue stroking the lovely lady's bosom with
2704his left hand, while writing his article for the day's Angriff with —
2705 Reiss' thoughts were interrupted by his secretary's knock. 'I'm sorry. Kreuz vom Meere is on the
2706line again.'
2707 Rising, Reiss went to his desk and took the receiver. ''Reiss here.'
2708 The heavy Bavarian accents of the local SD chief. 'Any word on the Abwehr character?'
2709 Puzzled, Reiss tried to make out what Kreuz vom Meere was referring to. 'Hmmm,' he
2710murmured. 'To my knowledge, there are three or four Abwehr 'characters' on the Pacific Coast at
2711the moment.'
2712 'The one traveling in by Lufthansa within the last week.'
2713 'Oh,' Reiss said. Holding the receiver between his ear and shoulder, he took out his cigarette
2714case. 'He never came in here.'
2715 'What's he doing?'
2716 'God, I don't know. Ask Canaris.'
2717 'I'd like you to call the Foreign Office and have them call the Chancery and have whoever's on
2718hand get hold of the Admiralty and demand that the Abwehr either take its people back out of here
2719or give us an account of why they're here.'
2720 'Can't you do that?'
2721 'Everything's in confusion.'
2722 They've completely lost the Abwehr man, Reiss decided. They — the local SD — were told by
2723someone on Heydrich's staff to watch him, and they missed a connection. And now they want me to
2724bail them out.
2725 'If he comes in here,' Reiss said, 'I'll have somebody stay on him. You can rely on that.' Of
2726course, there was little or no chance that the man would come in. And they both knew that.
2727 'He undoubtedly uses a cover name,' Kreuz vom Meere plodded on. 'We don't know it, naturally.
2728He's an aristocratic-looking fellow. About forty. A captain. Actual name Rudolf Wegener. One of
2729those old monarchist families from East Prussia. Probably supported von Papen in the Systemzeit.'
2730Reiss made himself comfortable at his desk as Kreuz vom Meere droned away. 'The only answer as
2731I see it to these monarchist hangers-on is to cut the budget of the Navy so they can't afford . .
2732 Finally Reiss managed to get off the phone. When he returned to his breakfast he found the roll
2733cold. The coffee however was still hot; he drank it and resumed reading the newspaper.
2734 No end to it, he thought. Those SD people keep a shift on duty all night. Call you at three in the
2735morning.
2736 His secretary, Pferdehuf, stuck his head into the office, saw that he was off the phone, and said,
2737'Sacramento called just now in great agitation. They claim there's a Jew running around the streets
2738of San Francisco.' Both he and Reiss laughed.
2739 'All right,' Reiss said. 'Tell them to calm down and send us the regular papers. Anything else?'
2740 'You read the messages of condolence.'
2741 'Are there more?'
2742 'A few. I'll keep them on my desk, if you want them. I've already sent out answers.'
2743 'I have to address that meeting today,' Reiss said. 'At one this afternoon. Those businessmen.'
2744 'I won't let you forget,' Pferdehuf said.
2745 Reiss leaned back in his chair. 'Care to make a bet?'
2746 'Not on the Partei deliberatons. If that's what you mean.'
2747 'It'll be The Hangman.'
2748 Lingering, Pferdehuf said, 'Heydrich has gone as far as he can. Those people never pass over to
2749direct Partei control because everyone is scared of them. The Partei bigwigs would have a fit even
2750at the idea. You'd get a coalition in twenty-five minutes, as soon as the first SS car took off from
2751Prinzalbrechtstrasse. They'd have all those economic big shots like Krupp and Thyssen — ' He
2752broke off. One of the cryptographers had come up to him with an envelope.
2753 Reiss held out his hand. His secretary brought the envelope to him.
2754 It was the urgent coded radiogram, decoded and typed out.
2755 When he finished reading it he saw that Pferdehuf was waiting to hear. Reiss crumpled up the
2756message in the big ceramic ashtray on his desk, lit it with his lighter. 'There's a Japanese general
2757supposed to be traveling here incognito. Tedeki. You better go down to the public library and get
2758one of those official Japanese military magazines that would have his picture. Do it discreetly, of
2759course. I don't think we'd have anything on him here.' He started toward the locked filing cabinet,
2760then changed his mind. 'Get what information you can. The statistics. They should all be available
2761at the library.' He added, 'This General Tedeki was a chief of staff a few years ago. Do you recall
2762anything about him?'
2763 'Just a little,' Pferdehuf said. 'Quite a fire-eater. He should be about eighty, now. Seems to me he
2764advocated some sort of crash program to get Japan into space.'
2765 'On that he failed,' Reiss said.
2766 'I wouldn't be surprised if he's coming here for medical purposes,' Pferdehuf said. 'There've been
2767a number of old Japanese military men here to use the big U. C. Hospital. That way they can make
2768use of German surgical techniques they can't get at home. Naturally they keep it quiet. Patriotic
2769reasons, you know. So perhaps we should have somebody at the U.C. Hospital watching, if Berlin
2770wants to keep their eye on him.'
2771 Reiss nodded. Or the old general might be involved in commercial speculations, a good deal of
2772which went on in San Francisco. Connections he had made while in service would be of use to him
2773now that he was retired. Or was he retired? The message called him General, not Retired General.
2774 'As soon as you have the picture.' Reiss said, 'pass copies right on to our people at the airport and
2775down at the harbor. He may have already come in. You know how long it takes them to get this sort
2776of thing to us.' And of course if the general had already reached San Francisco, Berlin would be
2777angry at the PSA consulate. The consulate should have been able to intercept him — before the
2778order from Berlin had even been sent.
2779 Pferdehuf said, 'I'll stamp-date the coded radiogram from Berlin, so if any question comes up
2780later on, we can show exactly when we received it. Right to the hour.'
2781 'Thank you,' Reiss said. The people in Berlin were past masters at transferring responsibility, and
2782he was weary of being stuck. It had happened too many times. 'Just to be on the safe side,' he said,
2783'I think I'd better have you answer that message. Say, 'Your instructions abysmally tardy. Person
2784already reported in area. Possibility of successful intercept remote at this stage.' Put something
2785along those lines into shape and send it. Keep it good and vague. You understand.'
2786 Pferdehuf nodded. 'I'll send it right off. And keep a record of the exact date and moment it was
2787sent.' He shut the door after him.
2788 You have to watch out, Reiss reflected, or all at once you find yourself consul to a bunch of
2789niggers on an island off the coast of South Africa. And the next you know, you have a black
2790mammy for a mistress, and ten or eleven little pickaninnies calling you daddy.
2791 Reseating himself at his breakfast table he lit an Egyptian Simon Arzt Cigarette Number 70,
2792carefully reclosing the metal tin.
2793 It did not appear that he would be interrupted for a little while now, so from his briefcase he took
2794the book he had been reading, opened to his placemark, made himself comfortable, and resumed
2795where he had last been forced to stop.
2796. . . Had he actually walked streets of quiet cars, Sunday morning peace of the Tiergarten, so far away?
2797Another life. Ice cream, a taste that could never have existed. Now they boiled nettles and were glad to get
2798them. God, he cried out. Won't they stop? The huge British tanks came on. Another building, it might have
2799been an apartment house or a store, a school or office; he could not tell — the ruins toppled, slid into
2800fragments. Below in the rubble another handful of survivors buried, without even the sound of death. Death
2801had spread out everywhere equally, over the living, the hurt, the corpses layer after layer that already had
2802begun to smell. The stinking, quivering corpse of Berlin, the eyeless turrets still upraised, disappearing
2803without protest like this one, this nameless edifice that man had once put up with pride.
2804 His arms, the boy noticed, were covered with the film of gray, the ash, partly inorganic, partly the burned
2805sifting final produce of life. All mixed now, the boy knew, and wiped it from him. He did not think much
2806further; he had another thought that captured his mind if there was thinking to be done over the screams and
2807the hump hump of the shells. Hunger. For six days he had eaten nothing but the nettles, and now they were
2808gone. The pasture of weeds had disappeared into a single vast crater of earth. Other dim, gaunt figures had
2809appeared at the rim, like the boy, had stood silent and then drifted away. An old mother with a babushka tied
2810about her gray head, basket — empty — under her arm. A one-armed man, his eyes empty as the basket. A
2811girl. Faded now back into the litter of slashed trees in which the boy Eric hid.
2812 And still the snake came on.
2813 Would it ever end? the boy asked, addressing no one. And if it did, what then? Would they fill their bellies,
2814these —
2815 'Freiherr,' Pferdehuf's voice came. 'Sorry to interrupt you. Just one word.'
2816 Reiss jumped, shut his book. 'Certainly.'
2817 How that man can write, he thought. Completely carried me away. Real. Fall of Berlin to the
2818British, as vivid as if it had actually taken place. Brrr. He shivered.
2819 Amazing, the power of fiction, even cheap popular fiction, to evoke. No wonder it's banned
2820within Reich territory; I'd ban it myself. Sorry 1 started it. But too late; must finish, now.
2821 His secretary said, 'Some seamen from a German ship. They're required to report to you.'
2822 'Yes,' Reiss said. He hopped to the door and out to the front office. There the three seamen
2823wearing heavy gray sweaters, all with thick blond hair, strong faces, a trifle nervous. Reiss raised
2824his right hand. 'Heil Hitler.' He gave them a brief friendly smile.
2825 'Heil Hitler,' they mumbled. They began showing him their papers.
2826 As soon as he had certified their visit to the consulate, he hurried back into his private office.
2827 Once more, alone, he reopened The Grasshopper Lies Heavy.
2828 His eyes fell on a scene involving — Hitler. Now he found himself unable to stop; he began to
2829read the scene out of sequence, the back of his neck burning.
2830 The trial, he realized, of Hitler. After the close of the war. Hitler in the hands of the Allies, good
2831God. Also Goebbels, Göring, all the rest of them. At Munich. Evidently Hitler was answering the
2832American prosecutor.
2833. . . black, flaming, the spirit of old seemed for an instant once again to blaze up. The quivering, shambling
2834body jerked taut; the head lifted. Out of the lips that ceaselessly drooled, a croaking half-bark, half-whisper.
2835'Deutsche, hier steh' Ich.' Shudders among those who watched and listened, the earphones pressed tightly,
2836strained faces of Russian, American, British and German alike. Yes, Karl thought. Here he stands once
2837more . . . they have beaten us — and more. They have stripped this superman, shown him for what he is.
2838Only — a
2839 'Freiherr.'
2840 Reiss realized that his secretary had entered the office. 'I'm busy,' he said angrily. He slammed
2841the book shut. 'I'm trying to read this book, for God's sake!'
2842 It was hopeless. He knew it.
2843 'Another coded radiogram is coming in from Berlin.' Pferdehuf said. 'I caught a glimpse of it as
2844they started decoding it. It deals with the political situation.'
2845 'What did it say?' Reiss murmured, rubbing his forehead with his thumb and fingers.
2846 'Doctor Goebbels has gone on the radio unexpectedly. A major speech.' The secretary was quite
2847excited. 'We're supposed to take the text — they're transmitting it out of code — and make sure it's
2848printed by the press, here.'
2849 'Yes, yes,' Reiss said.
2850 The moment his secretary had left once more. Reiss reopened the book. One more peek, despite
2851my resolution . he thumbed the previous portion.
2852. . . in silence Karl contemplated the flag-draped casket. Here he lay, and now he was gone, really gone. Not
2853even the demon-inspired powers could bring him back. The man — or was it after all Uebermensch? —
2854whom Karl had blindly followed, worshiped . . . even to the brink of the grave. Adolf Hitler had passed
2855beyond, but Karl clung to life. I will not follow him, Karl's mind whispered. I will go on, alive. And rebuild. And
2856we will all rebuild. We must.
2857 How far, how terribly far, the Leader's magic had carried him. And what was it, now that the last dot had
2858been put on that incredible record, that journey from the isolated rustic town in Austria, up from rotting
2859poverty in Vienna, from the nightmare ordeal of the trenches, through political intrigue, the founding of the
2860Party, to the Chancellorship, to what for an instant had seemed near world domination?
2861 Karl knew. Bluff. Adolf Hitler had lied to them. He had led them with empty words.
2862 It is not too late. We see your bluff, Adolf Hitler. And we know you for what you are, at last. And the Nazi
2863Party, the dreadful era of murder and megalomaniacal fantasy, for what it is. What it was.
2864 Turning, Karl walked away from the silent casket . . .
2865 Reiss shut the book and sat for a time. In spite of himself he was upset. More pressure should
2866have been put on the Japs, he said to himself, to suppress this damn book. In fact, it's obviously
2867deliberate on their part. They could have arrested this — whatever his name is. Abendsen. They
2868have plenty of power in the Middle West.
2869 What upset him was this. The death of Adolf Hitler, the defeat and destruction of Hitler, the
2870Partei, and Germany itself, as depicted in Abendsen's book . . . it all was somehow grander, more in
2871the old spirit than the actual world. The world of German hegemony.
2872 How could that be? Reiss asked himself. Is it just this man's writing ability?
2873 They know a million tricks, those novelists. Take Doctor Goebbels; that's how he started out,
2874writing fiction. Appeals to the base lusts that hide in everyone no matter how respectable on the
2875surface. Yes, the novelist knows humanity, how worthless they are, ruled by their testicles, swayed
2876by cowardice, selling out every cause because of their greed — all he's got to do is thump on the
2877drum, and there's his response. And he laughing, of course, behind his hand at the effect he gets.
2878 Look how he played on my sentiments, Herr Reiss reflected, not on my intellect; and naturally
2879he's going to get paid for it — the money's there. Obviously somebody put the Hundsfott up to it,
2880instructed him what to write. They'll write anything if they know they'll get paid. Tell any bunch of
2881lies, and then the public actually takes the smelly brew seriously when its dished out. Where was
2882this published? Herr Reiss inspected the copy of the book. Omaha, Nebraska. Last outpost of the
2883former plutocratic U.S. publishing industry, once located in downtown New York and supported by
2884Jewish and Communist gold .
2885 Maybe this Abendsen is a Jew.
2886 They're still at it, trying to poison us. This jüdisches Buch — He slammed the covers of the
2887Grasshopper violently together. Actual name probably Abendstein. No doubt the SD has looked
2888into it by now.
2889 Beyond doubt, we ought to send somebody across into the RMS to pay Herr Abendstein a visit. I
2890wonder if Kreuz vom Meere has gotten instructions to that effect. Probably hasn't, with all the
2891confusion in Berlin. Everybody too busy with domestic matters.
2892 But this book, Reiss thought, is dangerous.
2893 If Abendstein should be found dangling from the ceiling some fine morning, it would be a
2894sobering notice to anyone who might be influenced by this book. We would have had the last word.
2895Written the postscript.
2896 It would take a white man, of course. I wonder what Skorzeny is doing these days.
2897 Reiss pondered, reread the dust jacket of the book. The kike keeps himself barricaded. Up in this
2898High Castle. Nobody's fool. Whoever gets in and gets him won't get back out.
2899 Maybe it's foolish. The book after all is in print. Too late now. And that's Japanese-dominated
2900territory . . . the little yellow men would raise a terrific fuss.
2901 Nevertheless, if it was done adroitly . . . if it could be properly handled.
2902 Freiherr Hugo Reiss made a notation on his pad. Broach subject with SS General Otto Skorzeny,
2903or better yet Otto Ohlendorf at Amt III of the Reichssicherheitshauptamt. Didn't Ohlendorf head
2904Einsatzgruppe D?
2905 And then, all at once, without warning of any kind, he felt sick with rage. I thought this was over,
2906he said to himself. Does it have to go on forever? The war ended years ago. And we thought it was
2907finished then. But that Africa Fiasco, that crazy Seyss-Inquart carrying out Rosenberg's schemes.
2908 That Herr Hope is right, he thought. With his joke about our contact on Mars. Mars populated by
2909Jews. We would see them there, too. Even with their two heads apiece, standing one foot high.
2910 I have my routine duties, he decided. I don't have time for any of these harebrained adventures,
2911this sending of Einsatzkommandos after Abendsen. My hands are full greeting German sailors and
2912answering coded radiograms; let someone higher up initiate a project of that sort — it's their
2913business.
2914 Anyhow, he decided, if I instigated it and it backfired, one can imagine where I'd be: in
2915Protective Custody in Eastern General Gouvernement, if not in a chamber being squirted with
2916Zyklon B hydrogen cyanide gas.
2917 Reaching out, he carefully scratched the notation on his pad out of existence, then burned the
2918paper itself in the ceramic ashtray.
2919 There was a knock, and his office door opened. His secretary entered with a large handful of
2920papers. 'Doctor Goebbels' speech. In its entirety.' Pferdehuf put the sheets down on the desk. 'You
2921must read it. Quite good; one of his best.'
2922 Lighting another Simon Arzt Number 70 cigarette, Reiss began to read Doctor Goebbels' speech.
29239
2924After two weeks of nearly constant work, Edfrank Custom Jewelry had produced its first finished
2925batch. There the pieces lay, on two boards covered with black velvet, all of which went into a
2926square wicker basket of Japanese origin. And Ed McCarthy and Frank Frink had made business
2927cards. They had used an artgun eraser carved out to form their name; they printed in red from this,
2928and then completed the cards with a children's toy rotary printing set. The effect — they had used a
2929high-quality Christmas-card colored heavy paper — was striking.
2930 In every aspect of their work they had been professional. Surveying their jewelry, cards, and
2931display, they could see no indication of the amateur. Why should there be? Frank Frink thought.
2932We're both pros; not in jewelry making, but in shopwork in general.
2933 The display boards held a good variety. Cuff bracelets made of brass, copper, bronze, and even
2934hot-forged black iron. Pendants, mostly of brass, with a little silver ornamentation. Earrings of
2935silver. Pins of silver or brass. The silver had cost them a good deal; even silver solder had set them
2936back. They had bought a few semiprecious stones, too, for mounting in the pins: baroque pearls,
2937spinneis, jade, slivers of fire opal. And, if things went well, they would try gold and possibly fiveor
2938six-point diamonds.
2939 It was gold that would make them a real profit. They had already begun searching into sources of
2940scrap gold, melted-down antique pieces of no artistic value — much cheaper to buy than new gold.
2941But even so, an enormous expense was involved. And yet, one gold pin sold would bring more than
2942forty brass pins. They could get almost any price on the retail market for a really well-designed and
2943executed gold pin . . . assuming, as Frink had pointed out, that their stuff went over at all.
2944 At this point they had not yet tried to sell. They had solved what seemed to be their basic
2945technical problems; they had their bench with motors, flex-cable machine, arbor of grinding and
2946polishing wheels. They had in fact a complete range of finishing tools, ranging from the coarse wire
2947brushes through brass brushes and Cratex wheels, to finer polishing buffs of cotton, linen, leather,
2948chamois, which could be coated with compounds ranging from emery and pumice to the most
2949delicate rouges. And of course they had their oxyacetylene welding outfit, their tanks, guages,
2950hoses, tips, masks.
2951 And superb jewelers' tools. Pliers from Germany and France, micrometers, diamond drills, saws,
2952tongs, tweezers, third-hand structures for soldering, vises, polishing cloths, shears, hand-forged tiny
2953hammers . . . rows of precision equipment. And their supplies of brazing rod of various gauge,
2954sheet metal, pin backs, links, earring clipbacks. Well over half the two thousand dollars had been
2955spent; they had in their Edfrank bank account only two hundred and fifty dollars, now. But they
2956were set up legally; they even had their PSA permits. Nothing remained but to sell.
2957 No retailer, Frink thought as he studied the displays, can give these a tougher inspection than we
2958have. They certainly looked good, these few select pieces, each painstakingly gone over for bad
2959welds, rough or sharp edges, spots of fire color . . . their quality control was excellent. The slightest
2960dullness or wire brush scratch had been enough reason to return a piece to the shop. We can't afford
2961to show any crude or unfinished work; one unnoticed black speck on a silver necklace — and we're
2962finished.
2963 On their list, Robert Childan's store appeared first. But only Ed could go there; Childan would
2964certainly remember Frank Frink.
2965 'You got to do most of the actual selling,' Ed said, but he was resigned to approaching Childan
2966himself; he had bought a good suit, new tie, white shirt, to make the right impression. Nonetheless,
2967he looked ill-at-ease. 'I know we're good,' he said for the millionth time. 'But — hell.'
2968 Most of the pieces were abstract, whirls of wire, loops, designs which to some extent the molten
2969metals had taken on their own. Some had a spider-web delicacy, an airiness; others had a massive,
2970powerful, almost barbaric heaviness. There was an amazing range of shape, considering how few
2971pieces lay on the velvet trays; and yet one store, Frink realized, could buy everything we have laid
2972out here. We'll see each store once — if we fail. But if we succeed, if we get them to carry our line,
2973we'll be going back to refill orders the rest of our lives.
2974 Together, the two of them loaded the velvet board trays into the wicker basket. We could get
2975back something on the metal, Frink said to himself, if worse comes to worst. And the tools and
2976equipment; we can dispose of them at a loss, but at least we'll get something.
2977 This is the moment to consult the oracle. Ask, How will Ed make out on this first selling trip?
2978But he was too nervous to. It might give a bad omen, and he did not feel capable of facing it. In any
2979case, the die was cast: the pieces were made, the shop set up — whatever the I Ching might blab
2980out at this point.
2981 It can't sell our jewelry for us . . . it can't give us luck.
2982 'I'll tackle Childan's place first,' Ed said. 'We might as well get it over with. And then you can try
2983a couple. You're coming along, aren't you? In the truck. I'll park around the corner.'
2984 As they got into their pickup truck with their wicker hamper, Frink thought, God knows how
2985good a salesman Ed is, or I am. Childan can be sold, but it's going to take a presentation, like they
2986say.
2987 If Juliana were here, he thought, she could stroll in there and do it without batting an eye; she's
2988pretty, she can talk to anybody on earth, and she's a woman. After all, this is women's jewelry. She
2989could wear it into the store. Shutting his eyes, he tried to imagine how she would look with one of
2990their bracelets on. Or one of their large silver necklaces. With her black hair and her pale skin,
2991doleful, probing eyes
2992 wearing a gray jersey sweater, a little bit too tight, the silver resting against her bare flesh, metal
2993rising and falling as she breathed .
2994 God, she was vivid in his mind, right now. Every piece they made, the strong, thin fingers picked
2995up, examined; tossing her head back, holding the piece high. Juliana sorting, always a witness to
2996what he had done.
2997 Best for her, he decided, would be earrings. The bright dangly ones, especially the brass. With
2998her hair held back by a clip or cut short so that her neck and ears could be seen. And we could take 
2999photos of her for advertising and display. He and Ed had discussed a catalog, so they could sell by
3000mail to stores in other parts of the world. She would look terrific . . . her skin is nice, very healthy,
3001no sagging or wrinkles, and a fine color. Would she do it, if I could locate her? No matter what she
3002thinks of me; nothing to do with our personal life. This would be a strictly business matter.
3003 Hell, I wouldn't even take the pictures. We'd get a professional photographer to do it. That would
3004please her. Her vanity probably as great as always. She always liked people to look at her, admire
3005her; anybody. I guess most women are like that. They crave attention all the time. They're very
3006babyish that way.
3007 He thought, Juliana could never stand being alone; she had to have me around all the time
3008complimenting her. Little kids are that way; they feel if their parents aren't watching what they do
3009then what they do isn't real. No doubt she's got some guy noticing her right now. Telling her how
3010pretty she is. Her legs. Her smooth, flat stomach .
3011 'What's the matter?' Ed said, glancing at him. 'Losing your nerve?'
3012 'No,' Frink said.
3013 'I'm not just going to stand there,' Ed said. 'I've got a few ideas of my own. And I'll-tell you
3014something else: I'm not scared. I'm not intimidated just because it's a fancy place and I have to put
3015on this fancy suit. I admit I don't like to dress up. I admit I'm not comfortable. But that doesn't
3016matter a bit. I'm still going in there and really give it to that poop-head.'
3017 Good for you, Frink thought.
3018 'Hell, if you could go in there like you did,' Ed said, 'and give him that line about being a Jap
3019admiral's gentleman, I ought to be able to tell him the truth, that this is really good creative original
3020handmade jewelry, that — '
3021 'Handwrought,' Frink said.
3022 'Yeah. Hand wrought. I mean, I'll go in there and I won't come back out until I've given him a
3023run for his money. He ought to buy this. If he doesn't he's really nuts. I've looked around; there isn't
3024anything like ours for sale anywhere. God, when I think of him maybe looking at it and not buying
3025it — it makes me so goddam mad I could start swinging.'
3026 'Make sure you tell him it's not plated,' Frink said. 'That copper means solid copper and brass
3027solid brass.'
3028 'You let me work out my own approach,' Ed said, 'I got some really good ideas.'
3029 Frink thought, What I can do is this. I can take a couple of pieces — Ed'll never care — and box
3030them up and send them to Juliana. So she'll see what I'm doing. The postal authorities will trace
3031her; I'll send it registered to her last known address. What'll she say when she opens the box?
3032There'll have to be a note from me explaining that I made it myself; that I'm a partner in a little new
3033creative jewelry business. I'll fire her imagination, give her an account that'll make her want to
3034know more, that'll get her interested. I'll talk about the gems and the metals. The places we're
3035selling to, the fancy stores . . .
3036 'Isn't it along here?' Ed said, slowing the truck. They were in heavy downtown traffic; buildings
3037blotted out the sky. 'I better park.'
3038 'Another five blocks,' Frink said.
3039 'Got one of those marijuana cigarettes?' Ed said. 'One would calm me right about now.'
3040 Frink passed him his package of T'ien-lais, the 'Heavenly Music' brand he had learned to smoke
3041at W-M Corporation.
3042 I know she's living with some guy, Frink said to himself. Sleeping with him. As if she was his
3043wife. I know Juliana. She couldn't survive any other way; I know how she gets around nightfall.
3044When it gets cold and dark and everybody's home sitting around the living room. She was never
3045made for a solitary life. Me neither, he realized.
3046 Maybe the guy's a real nice guy. Some shy student she picked up. She'd be a good woman for
3047some young guy who had never had the courage to approach a woman before. She's not hard or
3048cynical. It would do him a lot of good. I hope to hell she's not with some older guy. That's what I
3049couldn't stand. Some experienced mean guy with a toothpick sticking out of the side of his mouth,
3050pushing her around.
3051 He felt himself begin to breathe heavily. Image of some beefy hairy guy stepping down hard on
3052Juliana, making her life miserable . . . I know she'd finally wind up killing herself, he thought. It's
3053in the cards for her, if she doesn't find the right man — and that means a really gentle, sensitive,
3054kindly student type who would be able to appreciate all those thoughts she has.
3055 I was too rough for her, he thought. And I'm not so bad; there are a hell of a lot of guys worse
3056than me. I could pretty well figure out what she was thinking, what she wanted, when she felt
3057lonely or bad or depressed. I spent a lot of time worrying and fussing over her. But it wasn't
3058enough. She deserved more. She deserves a lot, he thought.
3059 'I'm parking,' Ed said. He had found a place and was backing the truck, peering over his
3060shoulder.
3061 'Listen,' Frink said, 'Can I send a couple of pieces to my wife?'
3062 'I didn't know you were married.' Intent on parking, Ed answered him reflexively. 'Sure, as long
3063as they're not silver.''
3064 Ed shut off the truck motor.
3065 'We're here,' he said. He puffed marijuana smoke, then stubbed the cigarette out on the
3066dashboard, dropped the remains to the cab floor. 'Wish me luck.'
3067 'Luck,' Frank Frink said.
3068 'Hey, look. There's one of those Jap waka poems on the back of this cigarette package.' Ed read
3069the poem aloud, over the traffic noises.
3070'Hearing a cuckoo cry,
3071I looked up in the direction
3072Whence the sound came:
3073What did I see?
3074Only the pale moon in the dawning sky.'
3075 He handed the package of T'ien-lais back to Frink. 'Keeriiist!' he said, then slapped Frink on the
3076back, grinned, opened the truck door, picked up the wicker hamper and stepped from the truck. 'I'll
3077let you put the dime in the meter,' he said, starting off down the sidewalk.
3078 In an instant he had disappeared among the other pedestrians.
3079 Juliana, Frink thought. Are you as alone as I am? He got out of the truck and put a dime in the
3080parking meter.
3081 Fear, he thought. This whole jewelry venture. What if it should fail? What if it should fail? That
3082was how the oracle put it. Wailing, tears, beating the pot.
3083 Man faces the darkening shadows of his life. His passage to the grave. If she were here it would
3084not be so bad. Not bad at all.
3085 I'm scared, he realized. Suppose Ed doesn't sell a thing. Suppose they laugh at us.
3086 What then?
3087 On a sheet on the floor of the front room of her apartment, Juliana lay holding Joe Cinnadella
3088against her. The room was warm and stuffy with midafternoon sunlight. Her body and the body of
3089the man in her arms were damp with perspiration. A drop, rolling down Joe's forehead, clung a
3090moment to his cheekbone, then fell to her throat.
3091 'You're still dripping,' she murmured.
3092 He said nothing. His breathing, long, slow, regular . . . like the ocean, she thought. We're nothing
3093but water inside.
3094 'How was it?' she asked.
3095 He mumbled that it had been okay.
3096 I thought so, Juliana thought. I can tell. Now we both have to get up, pull ourselves together. Or
3097is that bad? Sign of subconscious disapproval?
3098 He stirred.
3099 'Are you getting up?' She gripped him tight with both her arms. 'Don't. Not yet.'
3100 'Don't you have to get to the gym?'
3101 I'm not going to the gym, Juliana said to herself. Don't you know that? We will go somewhere;
3102we won't stay here too much longer. But it will be a place we haven't been before. It's time.
3103 She felt him start to draw himself backward and up onto his knees, felt her hands slide along his
3104damp, slippery back. Then she could hear him walking away, his bare feet against the floor. To the
3105bathroom, no doubt. For his shower.
3106 It's over, she thought. Oh well. She sighed.
3107 'I hear you,' Joe said from the bathroom. 'Groaning. Always downcast, aren't you? Worry, fear
3108and suspicion, about me and everything else in the world — ' He emerged, briefly, dripping with
3109soapy water, face beaming. 'How would you like to take a trip?'
3110 Her pulse quickened. 'Where?'
3111 'To some big city. How about north, to Denver? I'll take you out; buy you ticket to a show, good
3112restaurant, taxi, get you evening dress or what you need. Okay?'
3113 She could hardly believe him, but she wanted to; she tried to.
3114 'Will that Stude of yours make it?' Joe called.
3115 'Sure,' she said.
3116 'We'll both get some nice clothes,' he said. 'Enjoy ourselves, maybe for the first time in our lives.
3117Keep you from cracking up.'
3118 'Where'll we get the money?'
3119 Joe said, 'I have it. Look in my suitcase.' He shut the bathroom door; the racket of water shut out
3120any further words.
3121 Opening the dresser, she got out his dented, stained little grip. Sure enough, in one corner she
3122found an envelope; it contained Reichsbank bills, high value and good anywhere. Then we can go,
3123she realized. Maybe he's not just stringing me along. I just wish I could get inside him and see
3124what's there, she thought as she counted the money. .
3125 Beneath the envelope she found a huge, cylindrical fountain pen, or at least it appeared to be
3126that; it had a clip, anyhow. But it weighed so much. Gingerly, she lifted it out, unscrewed the cap.
3127Yes, it had a gold point. But .
3128 'What is this?' she asked Joe, when he reappeared from the shower.
3129 He took it from her, returned it to the grip. How carefully he handled it . . . she noticed that,
3130reflected on it, perplexed.
3131 'More morbidity?' Joe said. He seemed lighthearted, more so than at any time since she had met
3132him; with a yell of enthusiasm, he clasped her around the waist, then hoisted her up into his arms, 
3133rocking her, swinging her back and forth, peering down into her face, breathing his warm breath
3134over her, squeezing her until she bleated.
3135 'No,' she said. 'I'm just — slow to change.' Still a little scared of you, she thought. So scared I
3136can't even say it, tell you about it.
3137 'Out the window,' Joe cried, stalking across the room with her in his arms. 'Here we go.'
3138 'Please,' she said.
3139 'Kidding. Listen — we're going on a march, like the March on Rome. You remember that. The
3140Duce led them, my Uncle Carlo for example. Now we have a little march, less important, not noted
3141in the history books. Right?' Inclining his head, he kissed her on the mouth so hard that their teeth
3142clashed. 'How nice we both'll look, in our new clothes. And you can explain to me exactly how to
3143talk, deport myself; right? Teach me manners; right?'
3144 'You talk okay,' Juliana said. 'Better than me, even.'
3145 'No.' He became abruptly somber. 'I talk very bad. A real wop accent. Didn't you notice it when
3146you first met me in the cafe?'
3147 'I guess so,' she said; it did not seem important to her.
3148 'Only a woman knows the social conventions,' Joe said, carrying her back and dropping her to
3149bounce frighteningly on the bed. 'Without a woman we'd discuss racing cars and horses and tell
3150dirty jokes; no civilization.'
3151 You're in a strange mood, Juliana thought. Restless and brooding, until you decide to move on;
3152then you become hopped up. Do you really want me? You can ditch me, leave me here; it's
3153happened before. I would ditch you, she thought, if I were going on.
3154 'Is that your pay?' she asked as he dressed. 'You saved it up?' It was so much. Of course, there
3155was a good deal of money in the East. 'All the other truck drivers I've talked to never made so — '
3156 'You say I'm a truck driver?' Joe broke in. 'Listen; I rode that rig not to drive but keep off
3157hijackers. Look like a truck driver, snoozing in the cab.' Flopping in a chair in the corner of the
3158room he lay back, pretending sleep, his mouth open, body limp. 'See?'
3159 At first she did not see. And then she realized that in his hand was a knife, as thin as a kitchen
3160potato skewer. Good grief, she thought. Where had it come from? Out of his sleeve; out of the air
3161itself.
3162 'That's why the Volkswagen people hired me. Service record. We protected ourselves against
3163Haselden, those commandos; he led them.' The black eyes glinted; he grinned sideways at Juliana.
3164'Guess who got the Colonel, there at the end. When we caught them on the Nile — him and four of
3165his Long Range Desert Group months after the Cairo campaign. They raided us for gasoline one
3166night. I was on sentry duty. Haselden sneaked up, rubbed with black all over his face and body,
3167even his hands; they had no wire that time, only grenades and submachine guns. All too noisy. He
3168tried to break my larynx. I got him.' From the chair, Joe sprang up at her, laughing. 'Let's pack. You
3169tell them at the gym you're taking a few days off; phone them.'
3170 His account simply did not convince her. Perhaps he had not been in North Africa at all, had not
3171even fought in the war on the Axis side, had not even fought. What hijackers? she wondered. No
3172truck that she knew of had come through Canon City from the East Coast with an armed
3173professional ex-soldier as guard. Maybe he had not even lived in the U.S.A., had made everything
3174up from the start; a line to snare her, to get her interested, to appear romantic.
3175 Maybe he's insane, she thought. Ironic . . . I may actually do what I've pretended many times to
3176have done: use my judo in self-defense. To save my — virginity? My life, she thought. But more
3177likely he is just some poor low-class wop laboring slob with delusions of glory; he wants to go on a 
3178grand spree, spend all his money, live it up — and then go back to his monotonous existence. And
3179he needs a girl to do it.
3180 'Okay,' she said. 'I'll call the gym.' As she went toward the hall she thought, He'll buy me
3181expensive clothes and then take me to some luxurious hotel. Every man yearns to have a really
3182well-dressed woman before he dies, even if he has to buy her the clothes himself. This binge is
3183probably Joe Cinnadella's lifelong ambition. And he is shrewd; I'll bet he's right in his analysis of
3184me — I have a neurotic fear of the masculine. Frank knew it, too. That's why he and I broke up;
3185that's why I still feel this anxiety now, this mistrust.
3186 When she returned from the pay phone, she found Joe once more engrossed in the Grasshopper,
3187scowling as he read, unaware of everything else.
3188 'Weren't you going to let me read that?' she asked.
3189 'Maybe while I drive,' Joe said, without looking up.
3190 'You're going to drive? But it's my car!'
3191 He said nothing; he merely went on reading.
3192 At the cash register, Robert Childan looked up to see a lean, tall, dark-haired man entering the
3193store. The man wore a slightly less-than-fashionable suit and carried a large wicker hamper.
3194Salesman. Yet he did not have the cheerful smile; instead, he had a grim, morose look on his
3195leathery face. More like a plumber or an electrician, Robert Childan thought.
3196 When he had finished with his customer, Childan called to the man, 'Who do you represent?'
3197 'Edfrank Jewelry,' the man mumbled back. He had set his hamper down on one of the counters.
3198 'Never heard of them.' Childan sauntered over as the man unfastened the top of the hamper and
3199with much wasted motion opened it.
3200 'Handwrought. Each unique. Each an original. Brass, copper, silver. Even hot-forged black iron.'
3201 Childan glanced into the hamper. Metal on black velvet, peculiar. 'No thanks. Not in my line.'
3202 'This represents American artistry. Contemporary.'
3203 Shaking his head no, Childan walked back to the cash register.
3204 For a time the man stood fooling with his velvet display boards and hamper. He was neither
3205taking the boards out nor putting them back; he seemed to have no idea what he was doing. His
3206arms folded, Childan watched, thinking about various problems of the day. At two he had an
3207appointment to show some early period cups. Then at three — another batch of items returning
3208from the Cal labs, home from their authenticity test. He had been having more and more pieces
3209examined, in the last couple of weeks. Ever since the nasty incident with the Colt .44.
3210 'These are not plated,' the man with the wicker hamper said, holding up a cuff bracelet. 'Solid
3211copper.'
3212 Childan nodded without answering. The man would hang around for a while, shuffle his samples
3213about, but finally he would move on.
3214 The telephone rang. Childan answered it. Customer inquiring about an ancient rocking chair,
3215very valuable, which Childan was having mended for him. It had not been finished, and Childan
3216had to tell a convincing story. Staring through the store window at the midday traffic, he soothed
3217and reassured. At last the customer, somewhat appeased, rang off.
3218 No doubt about it, he thought as he hung up the phone. The Colt .44 affair had shaken him
3219considerably. He no longer viewed his stock with the same reverence. Bit of knowledge like that
3220goes a long way. Akin to primal childhood awakening; facts of life. Shows, he ruminated, the link
3221with ourearly years: not merely U.S. history involved, but our own personal. As if, he thought,
3222question might arise as to authenticity of our birth certificate. Or our impression of Dad.
3223 Maybe I don't actually recall F.D.R. as example. Synthetic image distilled from hearing assorted
3224talk. Myth implanted subtly in tissue of brain. Like, he thought, myth of Hepplewhite. Myth of
3225Chippendale. Or rather more on lines of Abraham Lincoln ate here. Used this old silver knife, fork,
3226spoon. You can't see it, but the fact remains.
3227 At the other counter, still fumbling with his displays and wicker hamper, the salesman said, 'We
3228can make pieces to order. Custom made. If any of your customers have their own ideas.' His voice
3229had a strangled quality; he cleared his throat, gazing at Childan and then down at a piece of jewelry
3230which he held. He did not know how to leave, evidently. Childan smiled and said nothing.
3231 Not my responsibility. His, to get himself back out of here. Place saved or no.
3232 Tough, such discomfort. But he doesn't have to be salesman. We all suffer in this life. Look at
3233me. Taking it all day from Japs such as Mr. Tagomi. By merest inflection manage to rub my nose in
3234it, make my life miserable.
3235 And then an idea occurred to him. Fellow's obviously not experienced. Look at him. Maybe I can
3236get some stuff on consignment. Worth a try.
3237 'Hey,' Childan said.
3238 The man glanced up swiftly, fastened his gaze.
3239 Advancing toward him, his arms still folded, Childan said, 'Looks like a quiet half hour, here. No
3240promises, but you can lay some of those things out. Clear back those racks of ties.' He pointed.
3241 Nodding, the man began to clear himself a space on the top of the counter. He reopened his
3242hamper, once more fumbled with the velvet trays.
3243 He'll lay everything out, Childan knew. Arrange it painstakingly for the next hour. Fuss and
3244adjust until he's got it all set up. Hoping. Praying. Watching me out of the corner of his eye every
3245second. To see if I'm taking any interest. Any at all.
3246 'When you have it out,' Childan said, 'if I'm not too busy I'll take a look.'
3247 The man worked feverishly, as if he had been stung.
3248 Several customers entered the store then, and Childan greeted them. He turned his attention to
3249them and their wishes, and forgot the salesman laboring over his display. The salesman,
3250recognizing the situation, became stealthy in his movements; he made himself inconspicuous.
3251Childan sold a shaving mug, almost sold a hand-hooked rug, took a deposit on an afghan. Time
3252passed. At last the customers left. Once more the store was empty except for himself and the
3253salesman.
3254 The salesman had finished. His entire selection of jewelry lay arranged on the black velvet on the
3255surface of the counter.
3256 Going leisurely over, Robert Childan lit a Land-O-Smiles and stood rocking back and forth on
3257his heels, humming beneath his breath. The salesman stood silently. Neither spoke.
3258 At last Childan reached out and pointed at a pin. 'I like that.'
3259 The salesman said in a rapid voice, 'That's a good one. You won't find any wire brush scratches.
3260All rouge-finished. And it won't tarnish. We have a plastic lacquer sprayed on them that'll last for
3261years. It's the best industrial lacquer available.'
3262 Childan nodded slightly.
3263 'What we've done here,' the salesman said, 'is to adapt tried and proven industrial techniques to
3264jewelry making. As far as I know, nobody has ever done it before. No molds. All metal to metal.
3265Welding and brazing.' He paused. 'The backs are hand-soldered.'
3266 Childan picked up two bracelets. Then a pin. Then another pin. He held them for a moment, then
3267set them off to one side.
3268 The salesman's face twitched. Hope.
3269 Examining the price tag on a necklace, Childan said, 'Is this — '
3270 'Retail. Your price is fifty percent of that. And i you buy say around a hundred dollars or so, we
3271give you an additional two percent.'
3272 One by one Childan laid several more pieces aside. With each additional one, the salesman
3273became more agitated; he talked faster and faster, finally repeating himself, even saying
3274meaningless foolish things, all in an undertone and very urgently. He really thinks he's going to
3275sell, Childan knew. By his own expression he showed nothing; he went on with the game of
3276picking pieces.
3277 'That's an especially good one,' the salesman was rambling on, as Childan fished out a large
3278pendant and then ceased. 'I think you got our best. All our best.' The man laughed.
3279 'You really have good taste.' His eyes darted. He was adding in his mind what Childan had
3280chosen. The total of the sale.
3281 Childan said, 'Our policy, with untried merchandise, has to be consignment.'
3282 For a few seconds the salesman did not understand. He stopped his talking, but he stared without
3283comprehension.
3284 Childan smiled at him.
3285 'Consignment,' the salesman echoed at last.
3286 'Would you prefer not to leave it?' Childan said.
3287 Stammering, the man finally said, 'You mean I leave it and you pay me later on when — '
3288 'You get two-thirds of the proceeds. When the pieces sell. That way you make much more. You
3289have to wait, of course, but — ' Childan shrugged. 'It's up to you. I can give it some window
3290display, possibly. And if it moves, then possibly later on, in a month or so, with the next order —
3291well, we might see our way clear to buy some outright.'
3292 The salesman had now spent well over an hour showing his wares, Childan realized. And he had
3293everything out. All his displays disarranged and dismantled. Another hour's work to get it back
3294ready to take somewhere else. There was silence. Neither man spoke.
3295 'Those pieces you put to one side — ' the salesman said in a low voice. 'They're the ones you
3296want?'
3297 'Yes. I'll let you leave them all.' Childan strolled over to his office in the rear of the store. 'I'll
3298write up a tag. So you'll have a record of what you've left with me.' As he came back with his tag
3299book he added, 'You understand that when merchandise is left on a consignment basis the store
3300doesn't assume liability in case of theft or damage.' He had a little mimeographed release for the
3301salesman to sign. The store would never have to account for the items left. When the unsold portion
3302was returned, if some could not be located — they must have been stolen, Childan declared to
3303himself. There's always theft going on in stores. Especially small items like jewelry.
3304 There was no way that Robert Childan could lose. He did not have to pay for this man's jewelry;
3305he had no investment in this kind of inventory. If any of it sold he made a profit, and if it did not, he
3306simply returned it all — or as much as could be found — to the salesman at some vague later date.
3307 Childan made out the tag, listing the items. He signed it and gave a copy to the salesman. 'You
3308can give me a call,' he said, 'in a month or so. To find out how it's been doing.'
3309 Taking the jewelry which he wanted he went off to the back of the store, leaving the salesman to
3310gather up his remaining stuff.
3311 I didn't think he'd go along with it, he thought. You never know. That's why it's always worth
3312trying.
3313 When he next looked up, he saw that the salesman was ready to leave. He had his wicker hamper
3314under his arm and the counter was clear. The salesman was coming toward him, holding something
3315out.
3316 'Yes?' Childan said. He had been going over some correspondence.
3317 'I want to leave our card.' The salesman put down an odd-looking little square of gray and red
3318paper on Childan's desk. 'Edfrank Custom Jewelry. It has our address and phone number. In case
3319you want to get in touch with us.'
3320 Childan nodded, smiledsilently, and returned to his work.
3321 When next he paused and looked up the store was empty. The salesman had gone.
3322 Putting a nickel into the wall dispenser, Childan obtained a cup of hot instant tea which he sipped
3323contemplatively.
3324 I wonder if it will sell, he wondered. Very unlikely. But it is well made. And one never sees
3325anything like it. He examined one of the pins. Quite striking design. Certainly not amateurs.
3326 I'll change the tags. Mark them up a lot higher. Push the handmade angle. And the uniqueness.
3327Custom originals. Small sculptures. Wear a work of art. Exclusive creation on your lapel or wrist.
3328 And there was another notion circulating and growing in the back of Robert Childan's mind.
3329With these, there's no problem of authenticity. And that problem may someday wreck the historic
3330American artifacts industry. Not today or tomorrow — but after that, who knows.
3331 Better not to have all irons in one fire. That visit by that Jewish crook; that might be the
3332harbinger. If I quietly build up a stock of nonhistoric objects, contemporary work with no
3333historicity either real or imagined, I might find I have the edge over the competition. And as long as
3334it isn't costing me anything .
3335 Leaning back his chair so that it rested against the wall he sipped his tea and pondered.
3336 The Moment changes. One must be ready to change with it. Or otherwise left high and dry.
3337Adapt.
3338 The rule of survival, he thought. Keep eye peeled regarding situation around you. Learn its
3339demands. And — meet them. Be there at the right time doing the right thing.
3340 Be yinnish. The Oriental knows. The smart black yinnish eyes.
3341 Suddenly he had a good idea; it made him sit upright instantly. Two birds, one stone. Ah. He
3342hopped to his feet, excited. Carefully wrap best of jewelry pieces (removing tag, of course). Pin,
3343pendant, or bracelet., Something nice, anyhow. Then — since have to leave shop, close up at two as
3344it is — saunter over to Kasouras' apartment building. Mr. Kasouras, Paul, will be at work.
3345However, Mrs. Kasoura, Betty, will very likely be home.
3346 Graft gift, this new original U.S. artwork. Compliments of myself personally, in order to obtain
3347high-place reaction. This is how a new line is introduced. Isn't it lovely? Whole selection back at
3348store; drop in, etc. This one for you, Betty.
3349 He trembled. Just she and I, midday in the apartment. Husband off at work. All on up and up,
3350however; brilliant pretext.
3351 Airtight!
3352 Getting a small box plus wrapping paper and ribbon, Robert Childan began preparing a gift for
3353Mrs. Kasoura. Dark, attractive woman, slender in her silk Oriental dress, high heels, and so on. Or
3354maybe today blue cotton cooliestyle lounging pajamas, very light and comfortable and informal.
3355Ah, he thought.
3356 Or is this too bold? Husband Paul becoming irked. Scenting out and reacting badly. Perhaps go
3357slower; take gift to him, to his office? Give much the same story, but to him. Then let him give gift 
3358to her; no suspicion. And, Robert Childan thought, then I give Betty a call on the phone tomorrow
3359or next day to get her reaction.
3360 Even more airtight!
3361 When Frank Frink saw his business partner coming back up the sidewalk he could tell that it had
3362not gone well.
3363 'What happened?' he said, taking the wicker hamper from Ed and putting it in the truck. 'Jesus
3364Christ, you were gone an hour and a half. It took him that long to say no?'
3365 Ed said, 'He didn't say no.' He looked tired. He got into the truck and sat.
3366 'What'd he say, then?' Opening the hamper, Frink saw that a good many of the pieces were gone.
3367Many of their best. 'He took a lot. What's the matter, then?'
3368 'Consignment,' Ed said.
3369 'You let him?' He could not believe it. 'We talked it over — '
3370 'I don't know how come.'
3371 'Christ,' Frink said.
3372 'I'm sorry. He acted like he was going to buy it. He picked a lot out. I thought he was buying.'
3373 They sat together silently in the truck for a long time.
337410
3375It had been a terrible two weeks for Mr. Baynes. From his hotel room he had called the Trade
3376Mission every day at noon to ask if the old gentleman had put in an appearance. The answer had
3377been an unvarying no. Mr. Tagomi's voice had become colder and more formal each day. As Mr.
3378Baynes prepared to make his sixteenth call, he thought, Sooner or later they'll tell me that Mr.
3379Tagomi is out. That he isn't accepting any more calls from me. And that will be that.
3380 What has happened? Where is Mr. Yatabe?
3381 He had a fairly good idea. The death of Martin Bormann had caused immediate consternation in
3382Tokyo. Mr. Yatabe no doubt had been en route to San Francisco, a day or so offshore, when new
3383instructions had reached him. Return to the Home Islands for further consultation.
3384 Bad luck, Mr. Baynes realized. Possibly even fatal.
3385 But he had to remain where he was, in San Francisco. Still trying to arrange the meeting for
3386which he had come. Forty-five minutes by Lufthansa rocket from Berlin, and now this. A weird
3387time in which we are alive. We can travel anywhere we want, even to other planets. And for what?
3388To sit day after day, declining in morale and hope. Falling into an interminable ennui. And
3389meanwhile, the others are busy. They are not sitting helplessly waiting.
3390 Mr. Baynes unfolded the midday edition of the Nippon Times and once more read the headlines.
3391DR. GOEBBELS NAMED REICHS CHANCELLOR
3392Surprise solution to leadership problem by Partei Committee. Radio speech viewed decisive. Berlin
3393crowds cheer. Statement expected. Göring may be named Police Chief over Heydrich.
3394 He reread the entire article. And then he put the paper once more away, took the phone, and gave
3395the Trade Mission number.
3396 'This is Mr. Baynes. May I have Mr. Tagomi?'
3397 'A moment, sir.'
3398 A very long moment.
3399 'Mr. Tagomi here.'
3400 Mr. Baynes took a deep breath and said, 'Forgive this situation depressing to us both, sir — '
3401 'Ah. Mr. Baynes.'
3402 'Your hospitality to me sir, could not be exceeded. Someday I know you will have understanding
3403of the reasons which cause me to defer our conference until the old gentleman — '
3404 'Regretfully, he has not arrived.'
3405 Mr. Baynes shut his eyes. 'I thought maybe since yesterday — '
3406 'Afraid not, sir.' The barest politeness. 'If you will excuse me, Mr. Baynes. Pressing business.'
3407 'Good day, sir.'
3408 The phone clicked. Today Mr. Tagomi had rung off without even saying good-bye. Mr. Baynes
3409slowly hung the receiver.
3410 I must take action. Can wait no longer.
3411 It had been made very clear to him by his superiors that he was not to contact the Abwehr under
3412any circumstances. He was simply to wait until he had managed to make connections with the
3413Japanese military representative; he was to confer with the Japanese, and then he was to return to
3414Berlin. But no one had forseen that Bormann would die at this particular moment. Therefore —
3415The orders had to be superseded. By more practical advice. His own, in this case, since there was
3416no one else to consult.
3417 In the PSA at least ten Abwehr persons were at work, but some of them — and possibly all —
3418were known to the local SD and its competent senior regional chief, Bruno Kreuz vom Meere.
3419Years ago he had met Bruno briefly at a Partei gathering. The man had had a certain infamous
3420prestige in Police circles, inasmuch as it had been he, in 1943, who had uncovered the BritishCzech
3421plot on Reinhard Heydrich's life, and therefore who might be said to have saved the
3422Hangman from assassination. In any case, Bruno K.reuz vom Meere was already then ascending in
3423authority within the SD. He was not a mere police bureaucrat.
3424 He was, in fact, a rather dangerous man.
3425 There was even a possibility that even with all the precautions taken, both on the part of the
3426Abwehr in Berlin and the Tokkoka in Tokyo, the SD had learned of this attempted meeting in San
3427Francisco in the offices of the Ranking Trade Mission. However, this was after all Japaneseadministered
3428land. The SD had no official authority to interfere. It could see to it that the German
3429principal — himself in this case — was arrested as soon as he set foot again on Reich territory; but
3430it could hardly take action against the Japanese principal, or against the existence of the meeting
3431itself.
3432 At least, so he hoped.
3433 Was there any possibility that the SD had managed to detain the old Japanese gentleman
3434somewhere along the route? It was a long way from Tokyo to San Francisco, especially for a
3435person so elderly and frail that he could not attempt air travel.
3436 What I must do, Mr. Baynes knew, is find out from those above me whether Mr. Yatabe is still
3437coming. They would know. If the SD had intercepted him or if the Tokyo Government has recalled
3438him — they would know that.
3439 And if they have managed to get to the old gentleman, he realized, they certainly are going to get
3440to me.
3441 Yet the situation even in those circumstances was not hopeless. An idea had come to Mr. Baynes
3442as he waited day after day alone in his room at the Abhirati Hotel.
3443 It would be better to give my information to Mr. Tagomi than to return to Berlin empty-handed.
3444At least that way there would be a chance, even if it is rather slight, that ultimately the proper
3445people will be informed. But Mr. Tagomi could only listen; that was the fault in his idea. At best,
3446he could hear, commit to memory, and as soon as possible take a business trip back to the Home
3447Islands. Whereas Mr. Yatabe stood at policy level. He could both hear — and speak.
3448 Still, it was better than nothing. The time was growing too short. To begin all over, to arrange
3449painstakingly, cautiously, over a period of months once again the delicate contact between a faction
3450in Germany and a faction in Japan . . .
3451 It certainly would surprise Mr. Tagomi, he thought acidly. To suddenly find knowledge of that
3452kind resting on his shoulders. A long way from facts about injection molds. . .
3453 Possibly he might have a nervous breakdown. Either blurt out the information to someone
3454around him, or withdraw; pretend, even to himself, that he had not heard it. Simply refuse to
3455believe me. Rise to his feet, bow and excuse himself from the room, the moment I begin.
3456 Indiscreet. He could regard it that way. He is not supposed to hear such matters.
3457 So easy, Mr. Baynes thought. The way out is so immediate, so available, to him. He thought, I
3458wish it was for me.
3459 And yet in the final anaylsis it is not possible even for Mr. Tagomi. We are no different. He can
3460close his ears to the news as it comes from me, comes in the form of words. But later. When it is
3461not a matter of words. If! can make that clear to him now. Or to whomever I finally speak —
3462 Leaving his hotel room, Mr. Baynes descended by elevator to the lobby. Outside on the
3463sidewalk, he had the doorman call a pedecab for him, and soon he was on his way up Market Street,
3464the Chinese driver pumping away energetically.
3465 'There,' he said to the driver, when he made out the sign which he was watching for. 'Pull over to
3466the curb.'
3467 The pedecab stopped by a fire hydrant. Mr. Baynes paid the driver and sent him off. No one
3468seemed to have followed. Mr. Baynes set off along the sidewalk on foot. A moment later, along
3469with several other shoppers, he entered the big downtown Fuga Department Store.
3470 There were shoppers everywhere. Counter after counter. Salesgirls, mostly white, with a
3471sprinkling of Japanese as department managers. The din was terrific.
3472 After some confusion Mr. Baynes located the men's clothing department. He stopped at the racks
3473of men's trousers and began to inspect them. Presently a clerk, a young white, came over, greeting
3474him.
3475 Mr. Baynes said, 'I have returned for the pair of dark brown wool slacks which I was looking at
3476yesterday.' Meeting the clerk's gaze he said, 'You're not the man I spoke to. He was taller. Red
3477mustache. Rather thin. On his jacket he had the name Larry.'
3478 The clerk said, 'He is presently out to lunch. But will return.'
3479 'I'll go into a dressing room and try these on,' Mr. Baynes said, taking a pair of slacks from the
3480rack.
3481 'Certainly, sir.' The clerk indicated a vacant dressing room, and then went off to wait on someone
3482else.
3483 Mr. Baynes entered the dressing room and shut the door. He seated himself on one of the two
3484chairs and waited.
3485 After a few minutes there was a knock. The door of the dressing room opened and a short
3486middle-aged Japanese entered. 'You are from out of state, sir?' he said to Mr. Baynes. 'And I am to
3487okay your credit? Let me see your identification.' He shut the door behind him.
3488 Mr. Baynes got out his wallet. The Japanese seated himself with the wallet and began inspecting
3489the contents. He halted at a photo of a girl. 'Very pretty.'
3490 'My daughter. Martha.'
3491 'I, too, have a daughter named Martha,' the Japanese said. 'She at present is in Chicago studying
3492piano.'
3493 'My daughter,' Mr. Baynes said, 'is about to be married.'
3494 The Japanese returned the wallet and waited expectantly.
3495 Mr. Baynes said, 'I have been here two weeks and Mr. Yatabe has not shown up. I want to find
3496out if he is still coming. And if not, what I should do.'
3497 'Return tomorrow afternoon,' the Japanese said. He rose, and Mr. Baynes also rose. 'Good day.'
3498 'Good day,' Mr. Baynes said. He left the dressing room, hung the pair of slacks back up on the
3499rack, and left the Fuga Department Store.
3500 That did not take very long, he thought as he moved along the busy downtown sidewalk with the
3501other pedestrians. Can he actually get the information by then? Contact Berlin, relay my questions,
3502do all the coding and decoding — every step involved?
3503 Apparently so.
3504 Now I wish I had approached the agent sooner. I would have saved myself much worry and
3505distress. And evidently no major risk was involved; it all appeared to go off smoothly. It took in
3506fact only five or six minutes.
3507 Mr. Baynes wandered on, looking into store windows. He felt much better now. Presently he
3508found himself viewing display photos of honky-tonk cabarets, grimy flyspecked utterly white nudes
3509whose breasts hung like half-inflated volleyballs. That sight amused him and he loitered, people
3510pushing past him on their various errands up and down Market Street.
3511 At least he had done something, at last.
3512 What a relief!
3513 Propped comfortably against the car door, Juliana read. Beside her, his elbow out the window,
3514Joe drove with one hand lightly on the wheel, a cigarette stuck to his lower lip; he was a good
3515driver, and they had covered a good deal of the distance from Canon City already.
3516 The car radio played mushy beer-garden folk music, an accordion band doing one of the
3517countless polkas or schottishes; she had never been able to tell them one from another.
3518 'Kitsch,' Joe said, when the music ended. 'Listen, I know a lot about music; I'll tell you who a
3519great conductor was. You probably don't remember him. Arturo Toscanini.'
3520 'No,' she said, still reading.
3521 'He was Italian. But the Nazis wouldn't let him conduct after the war, because of his politics. He's
3522dead, now. I don't like that von Karajan, permanent conductor of the New York Philharmonic. We
3523had to go to concerts by him, our work dorm. What I like, being a wop — you can guess.' He
3524glanced at her. 'You like that book?' he said.
3525 'It's engrossing.''
3526 'I like Verdi and Puccini. All we get in New York is heavy German bombastic Wagner and Orff,
3527and we have to go every week to one of those corny U.S. Nazi Party dramatic spectacles at
3528Madison Square Garden, with the flags and drums and trumpets and the flickering flame. History of
3529the Gothic tribes or other educational crap, chanted instead of spoken, so as to be called 'art.' Did
3530you ever see New York before the war?'
3531 'Yes,' she said, trying to read.
3532 'Didn't they have swell theater in those days? That's what I heard. Now it's the same as the movie
3533industry; it's all a cartel in Berlin. In the thirteen years I've been in New York not one good new
3534musical or play ever opened, only those — '
3535 'Let me read,' Juliana said.
3536 'And the same with the book business,' Joe said, unperturbed. 'It's all a cartel operating out of
3537Munich. All they do in New York is print; just big printing presses — but before the war, New
3538York was the center of the world's publishing industry, or so they say.'
3539 Putting her fingers in her ears, she concentrated on the page open in her lap, shutting his voice
3540out. She had arrived at a section in The Grasshopper which described the fabulous television, and it
3541enthralled her; especially the part about the inexpensive little sets for backward people in Africa
3542and Asia.
3543. . . Only Yankee know-how and the mass-production system — Detroit, Chicago, Cleveland, the magic
3544names ! — could have done the trick, sent that ceaseless and almost witlessly noble flood of cheap onedollar
3545(the China Dollar, the trade dollar) television kits to every village and backwater of the Orient. And
3546when the kit had been assembled by some gaunt, feverish-minded youth in the village, starved for a chance,
3547for that which the generous Americans held out to him, that tinny little instrument with its built-in power
3548supply no larger than a marble began to receive. And what did it receive? Crouching before the screen, the
3549youths of the village — and often the elders as well — saw words. Instructions. How to read, first. Then the
3550rest. How to dig a deeper well. Plow a deeper furrow. How to purify their water, heal their sick. Overhead,
3551the American artificial moon wheeled, distributing the signal, carrying it everywhere . . . to all the waiting,
3552avid masses of the East.
3553 'Are you reading straight through?' Joe asked. 'Or skipping around in it?'
3554 She said, 'This is wonderful; he has us sending food and education to all the Asiatics, millions of
3555them.'
3556 'Welfare work on a worldwide scale,' Joe said.
3557 'Yes. The New Deal under Tugwell; they raise the level of the masses — listen.' She read aloud
3558to Joe:
3559. . . What had China been? Yearning, one needful commingled entity looking toward the West, its great
3560democratic President, Chiang Kai-shek, who had led the Chinese people through the years of war, now into
3561the years of peace, into the Decade of Rebuilding. But for China it was not a rebuilding, for that almost
3562supernaturally vast flat land had never been built, lay still slumbering in the ancient dream. Arousing; yes,
3563the entity, the giant, had to partake at last of full consciousness, had to waken into the modern world with its
3564jet airplanes and atomic power, its autobahns and factories and medicines. And from whence would come
3565the crack of thunder which would rouse the giant? Chiang had known that, even during the struggle to defeat
3566Japan. It would come from the United States. And, by 1950, American technicians and engineers, teachers,
3567doctors, agronomists, swarming like some new life form into each province, each —
3568 Interrupting, Joe said, 'You know what he's done, don't you? He's taken the best about Nazism,
3569the socialist part, the Todt Organization and the economic advances we got through Speer, and
3570who's he giving the credit to? The New Deal. And he's left out the bad part, the SS part, the racial
3571extermination and segregation. It's a utopia! You imagine if the Allies had won, the New Deal
3572would have been able to revive the economy and make those socialist welfare improvements, like
3573he says? Hell no; he's talking about a form of state syndicalism, the corporate state, like we
3574developed under the Duce. He's saying, You would have had all the good and none of — '
3575 'Let me read,' she said fiercely.
3576 He shrugged. But he did cease babbling. She read on at once, but to herself.
3577. . . And these markets, the countless millions of China, set the factories in Detroit and Chicago to humming;
3578that vast mouth could never be filled, those people could not in a hundred years be given enough trucks or
3579bricks or steel ingots or clothing or typewriters or canned peas or clocks or radios or nose-drops. The
3580American workman, by 1960, had the highest standard of living in the world, and all due to what they
3581genteelly called 'the most favored nation' clause in every commercial transaction with the East. The U.S. no
3582longer occupied Japan, and she had never occupied China; and yet the fact could not be disputed: Canton
3583and Tokyo and Shanghai did not buy from the British; they bought American. And with each sale, the
3584workingman in Baltimore or Los Angeles or Atlanta saw a little more prosperity.
3585 It seemed to the planners, the men of vision in the White House, that they had almost achieved their goal.
3586The exploring rocket ships would soon nose cautiously out into the void from a world that had at last seen an
3587end to its age-old griefs: hunger, plague, war, ignorance. In the British Empire, equal measures toward
3588social and economic progress had brought similar relief to the masses in India, Burma, Africa, the Middle
3589East. The factories of the Ruhr, Manchester, of the Saar, the oil of Baku, all flowed and interacted in intricate
3590but effective harmony; the populations of Europe basked in what appeared . . .
3591 'I think they should be the rulers,' Juliana said, pausing. 'They always were the best. The British.'
3592 Joe said nothing to that, although she waited. At last she went on reading.
3593. . . Realization of Napoleon's vision: rational homogeneity of the diverse ethnic strains which had squabbled
3594and balkanized Europe since the collapse of Rome. Vision, too, of Charlemagne: united Christendom, totally
3595at peace not only with itself but with the balance of the world. And yet — there still remained one annoying
3596sore.
3597 Singapore.
3598 The Malay States held a large Chinese population, mostly of the enterprising business class, and these
3599thrifty, industrious bourgeois saw in American administration of China a more equitable treatment of what
3600was called 'the native.' Under British rule, the darker races were excluded from the country clubs, the hotels,
3601the better restaurants; they found themselves, as in archaic times, confined to particular sections of the train
3602and bus and — perhaps worst of all — limited to their choice of residence within each city. These 'natives'
3603discerned, and noted in their table conversations and newspapers, that in the U.S .A. the color problem had
3604by 1950 been solved. Whites and Negroes lived and worked and ate shoulder by shoulder, even in the Deep
3605South; World War Two had ended discrimination. . .
3606 'Is there trouble?' Juliana asked Joe.
3607 He grunted, keeping his eyes on the road.
3608 'Tell me what happens,' she said. 'I know! won't get to finish it; we'll be in Denver pretty soon.
3609Do America and Britain get into a war, and one emerges as ruler of the world?'
3610 Presently Joe said, 'In some ways it's not a bad book. He works all the details out; the U.S. has
3611the Pacific, about like our East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere. They divide Russia. It works for around
3612ten years. Then there's trouble — naturally.'
3613 'Why naturally?'
3614 'Human nature.' Joe added, 'Nature of states. Suspicion, fear, greed. Churchill thinks the U.S.A.
3615is undermining British rule in South Asia by appealing to the large Chinese populations, who
3616naturally are pro-U.S.A., due to Chiang Kai-shek. The British start setting up' ' — he grinned at her
3617briefly — 'what are called 'detention preserves.' Concentration camps, in other words. For
3618thousands of maybe disloyal Chinese. They're accused of sabotage and propaganda. Churchill is so
3619— '
3620 'You mean he's still in power? Wouldn't he be around ninety?'
3621 Joe said, 'That's where the British system has it over the American. Every eight years the U.S.
3622boots out its leaders, no matter how qualified — but Churchill just stays on. The U.S. doesn't have
3623any leadership like him, after Tugwell. Just nonentities. And the older he gets, the more autocratic 
3624and rigid he gets — Churchill, I mean. Until by 1960, he's like some old warlord out of Central
3625Asia; nobody can cross him. He's been in power twenty years.'
3626 'Good God,' she said, leafing through the last part of the book, searching for verification of what
3627Joe was saying.
3628 'On that I agree,' Joe said. 'Churchill was the one good leader the British had during the war; if
3629they'd retained him they'd have been better off. I tell you; a state is no better than its leader.
3630Fuhrerprinzip — Principle of Leadership, like the Nazis say. They're right. Even this Abendsen has
3631to face that. Sure, the U.S.A. expands- economically after winning the war over Japan, because it's
3632got that huge market in Asia that it's wrested from the Japs. But that's not enough; that's got no
3633spirituality. Not that the British have. They're both plutocracies, rule by the rich. If they had won,
3634all they'd have thought about was making more money, that upper class. Abendsen, he's wrong;
3635there would be no social reform, no welfare public works plans — the Anglo-Saxon plutocrats
3636wouldn't have permitted it.'
3637 Juliana thought, Spoken like a devout Fascist.
3638 Evidently Joe perceived by her expression what she was thinking; he turned toward her, slowing
3639the car, one eye on her, one on the cars ahead. 'Listen, I'm not an intellectual — Fascism has no
3640need of that. What is wanted is the deed. Theory derives from action. What our corporate state
3641demands from us is comprehension of the social forces-of history. You see? I tell you; I know,
3642Juliana.' His tone was earnest, almost beseeching. 'Those old rotten money-run empires, Britain and
3643France and U.S.A., although the latter actually a sort of bastard sideshoot, not strictly empire, but
3644money-oriented even so. They had no soul, so naturally no future. No growth. Nazis a bunch of
3645street thugs; I agree. You agree? Right?'
3646 She had to smile; his Italian mannerisms had overpowered him in his attempt to drive and make
3647his speech simultaneously.
3648 'Abendsen talks like it's big issue as to whether U.S. or Britain ultimately wins out. Bull! Has no
3649merit, no history to it. Six of one, dozen of other. You ever read what the Duce wrote? Inspired.
3650Beautiful man. Beautiful writing. Explains the underlying actuality of every event. Real issue in
3651war was: old versus new. Money — that's why Nazis dragged Jewish question mistakenly into it —
3652versus communal mass spirit, what Nazis call Gemeinschaft — folkness. Like Soviet. Commune.
3653Right? Only, Communists sneaked in Pan-Slavic Peter the Great empire ambitions along with it,
3654made social reform means for imperial ambitions.'
3655 Juliana thought, Like Mussolini did. Exactly.
3656 'Nazi thuggery a tragedy,' Joe stuttered away as he passed a slow-moving truck. 'But change's
3657always harsh on the loser. Nothing new. Look at previous revolutions such as French. Or Cromwell
3658against Irish. Too much philosophy in Germanic temperament; too much theater, too. All those
3659rallies. You never find true Fascist talking, only doing — like me. Right?'
3660 Laughing, she said, 'God, you've been talking a mile a minute.'
3661 He shouted excitedly, 'I'm explaining Fascist theory of action!'
3662 She couldn't answer; it was too funny.
3663 But the man beside her did not think it was funny; he glowered at her, his face red. Veins in his
3664forehead became distended and he began once more to shake. And again he passed his fingers
3665clutchingly along his scalp, forward and back, not speaking, only staring at her.
3666 'Don't get sore at me,' she said.
3667 For a moment she thought he was going to hit her; he drew his arm back . . . but then he grunted,
3668reached and turned up the car radio.
3669 They drove on. Band music from the radio, static. Once more she tried to concentrate on the
3670book.
3671 'You're right,' Joe said after a long time.
3672 'About what?'
3673 'Two-bit empire. Clown for a leader. No wonder we got nothing out of the war.'
3674 She patted his arm.
3675 'Juliana, it's all darkness,' Joe said. 'Nothing is true or certain. Right?'
3676 'Maybe so,' she said absently, continuing to try to read.
3677 'Britain wins,' Joe said, indicating the book. 'I save you the trouble. U.S. dwindles, Britain keeps
3678needling and poking and expanding, keeps the initiative. So put it away.'
3679 'I hope we have fun in Denver,' she said, closing the book. 'You need to relax. I want you to.' If
3680you don't, she thought, you're going to fly apart in a million pieces. Like a bursting spring. And
3681what happens tome, then? How do I get back? And — do I just leave you?
3682 I want the good time you promised me, she thought. I don't want to be cheated; I've been cheated
3683too much in my life before, by too many people.
3684 'We'll have it,' Joe said. 'Listen.' He studied her with a queer, introspective expression. 'You take
3685to that Grasshopper book so much; I wonder — do you suppose a man who writes a best seller, an
3686author like that Abendsen do people write letters to him? I bet lots of people praise his book by
3687letters to him, maybe even visit.'
3688 All at once she understood. 'Joe — it's only another hundred miles!'
3689 His eyes shone; he smiled at her, happy again, no longer flushed or troubled.
3690 'We could!' she said. 'You drive so good — it'd be nothing to go on up there, would it?'
3691 Slowly, Joe said, 'Well, I doubt a famous man lets visitors drop in. Probably so many of them.'
3692 'Why not try? Joe — ' She grabbed his shoulder, squeezed him excitedly. 'All he could do is send
3693us away. Please.'
3694 With great deliberation, Joe said, 'When we've gone shopping and got new clothes, all spruced
3695up. . . that's important, to make a good impression. And maybe even rent a new car up in Cheyenne.
3696Bet you can do that.'
3697 'Yes,' she said. 'And you need a haircut. And let me pick your clothes; please, Joe. I used to pick
3698Frank's clothes for him; a man can never buy his own clothes.'
3699 'You got good taste in clothes,' Joe said, once more turning toward the road ahead, gazing out
3700somberly. 'In other ways, too. Better if you call him. Contact him.'
3701 'I'll get my hair done,' she said.
3702 'Good.'
3703 'I'm not scared at all to walk up and ring the bell,' Juliana said. 'I mean, you live only once. Why
3704should we be intimidated? He's just a man like the rest of us. In fact, he probably would be pleased
3705to know somebody drove so far just to tell him how much they liked his book. We can get an
3706autograph on the book, on the inside where they do that. Isn't that so? We better buy a new copy;
3707this one is all stained. It wouldn't look good.'
3708 'Anything you want,' Joe said. 'I'll let you decide all the details; I know you can do it. Pretty girl
3709always gets everyone; when he sees what a knockout you are he'll open the door wide. But listen;
3710no monkey business.'
3711 'What do you mean?'
3712 'You say we're married. I don't want you getting mixed up with him — you know. That would be
3713dreadful. Wreck everyone's existence; some reward for him to let visitors in, some irony. So watch
3714it, Juliana.'
3715 'You can argue with him,' Juliana said. 'That part about Italy losing the war by betraying them;
3716tell him what you told me.'
3717 Joe nodded. 'That's so. We can discuss the whole subject.'
3718 They drove swiftly on.
3719 At seven o'clock the following morning, PSA reckoning, Mr. Nobusuke Tagomi rose from bed,
3720started toward the bathroom, then changed his mind and went directly to the oracle.
3721 Seated cross-legged on the floor of his living room he began manipulating the forty-nine yarrow
3722stalks. He had a deep sense of the urgency of his questioning, and he worked at a feverish pace
3723until at last he had the six lines before him.
3724 Shock! Hexagram Fifty-one!
3725 God appears in the sign of the Arousing. Thunder and lightning. Sounds — he involuntarily put
3726his fingers up to cover his ears. Ha-ha! Ho-ho! Great burst that made him wince and blink. Lizard
3727scurries and tiger roars, and out comes God Himself!
3728 What does it mean? He peered about his living room. Arrival of — what? He hopped to his feet
3729and stood panting, waiting.
3730 Nothing. Heart pounding. Respiration and all somatic processes, including all manner of
3731diencephalic-controlled autonomic responses to crisis: adrenalin, greater heartbeat, pulse rate,
3732glands pouring, throat paralyzed, eyes staring, bowels loose, et al. Stomach queasy and sex instinct
3733suppressed.
3734 And yet, nothing to see; nothing for body to do. Run? All in preparation for panic flight. But
3735where to and why? Mr. Tagomi asked himself. No clue. Therefore impossible. Dilemma of
3736civilized man; body mobilized, but danger obscure.
3737 He went to the bathroom and began lathering his face to shave.
3738 The telephone rang.
3739 'Shock,' he said aloud, putting down his razor. 'Be prepared.' He walked rapidly from the
3740bathroom, back into the living room. 'I am prepared,' he said, and lifted the receiver. 'Tagomi, here.'
3741His voice squeaked and he cleared his throat.
3742 A pause. And then a faint, dry, rustling voice, almost like old leaves far off, said, 'Sir. This is
3743Shinjiro Yatabe. I have arrived in San Francisco.'
3744 'Greetings from the Ranking Trade Mission,' Mr. Tagomi said. 'How glad I am. You are in good
3745health and relaxed?'
3746 'Yes, Mr. Tagomi. When may I meet you?'
3747 'Quite soon. In half an hour.' Mr. Tagomi peered at the bedroom clock, trying to read it. 'A third
3748party: Mr. Baynes. I must contact him. Possibly delay, but — '
3749 'Shall we say two hours, sir?' Mr. Yatabe said.
3750 'Yes,' Mr. Tagomi said, bowing.
3751 'At your office in the Nippon Times Building.'
3752 Mr. Tagomi bowed once more.
3753 Click. Mr. Yatabe had rung off.
3754 Pleased Mr. Baynes, Mr. Tagomi thought. Delight on order of cat tossed piece of salmon, for
3755instance fatty nice tail. He jiggled the hook, then dialed speedily the Adhirati Hotel.
3756 'Ordeal concluded,' he said, when Mr. Baynes' sleepy voice came on the wire.
3757 At once the voice ceased to be sleepy. 'He's here?'
3758 'My office,' Mr. Tagomi said. 'Ten-twenty. Goodbye.' He hung up and ran back to the bathroom
3759to finish shaving. No time for breakfast; have Mr. Ramsey scuttle about after office arrival
3760completed. All three of us perhaps can indulge simultaneously — in his mind as he shaved he
3761planned a fine breakfast for them all.
3762 In his pajamas, Mr. Baynes stood at the phone, rubbing his forehead and thinking. A shame I
3763broke down and made contact with that agent, he thought. If I had waited only one day more . .
3764 But probably no harm's been done. Yet he was supposed to return to the department store today.
3765Suppose I don't show up? It may start a chain reaction; they'll think I've been murdered or some
3766such thing. An attempt will be made to trace me.
3767 It doesn't matter. Because he's here. At last. The waiting is over.
3768 Mr. Baynes hurried to the bathroom and prepared to shave.
3769 I have no doubt that Mr. Tagomi will recognize him the moment he meets him, he decided. We
3770can drop the 'Mr. Yatabe' cover, now. In fact, we can drop all covers, all pretenses.
3771 As soon as he had shaved, Mr. Baynes hopped into the shower. As water roared around him he
3772sang at the top of his lungs:
3773'Wer reitet so spat,
3774Durch Nacht und den Wind?
3775Es ist der Vater
3776Mit seinem Kind.'
3777 It is probably too late now for the SD to do anything, he thought. Even if they find out. So
3778perhaps I can cease worrying; at least, the trivial worry. The finite, private worry about my own
3779particular skin.
3780 But as to the rest — we can just begin.
378111
3782For the Reichs Consul in San Francisco, Freiherr Hugo Reiss, the first business of this particular
3783day was unexpected and distressing. When he arrived at his office he found a visitor waiting
3784already, a large, heavy-jawed, middle-aged man with pocked skin and disapproving scowl that
3785drew his black, tangled eyebrows together. The man rose and made a Partei salute, at the same time
3786murmuring, 'Heil.'
3787 Reiss said, 'Heil.' He groaned inwardly, but maintained a businesslike formal smile. 'Herr Kreuz
3788vom Meere. I am surprised. Won't you come in?' He unlocked his inner office, wondering where
3789his vice-consul was, and who had let the SD chief in. Anyhow, here the man was. There was
3790nothing to be done.
3791 Following along after him, his hands in the pockets of his dark wool overcoat, Kreuz vom Meere
3792said, 'Listen, Freiherr. We located this Abwehr fellow. This Rudolf Wegener. He showed up at an
3793old Abwehr drop we have under surveillance.' Kreuz vom Meere chuckled, showing enormous gold
3794teeth. 'And we trailed him back to his hotel.'
3795 'Fine,' Reiss said, noticing that his mail was on his desk. So Pferdehuf was around somewhere.
3796No doubt he had left the office locked to keep the SD chief from a little informal snooping.
3797 'This is important,' Kruez vom Meere said. 'I notified Kaltenbrunner about it. Top priority. You'll
3798probably be getting word from Berlin any time now. Unless those Unratfressers back home get it
3799all mixed up.' He seated himself on the consul's desk, took a wad of folded paper from his coat 
3800pocket, unfolded the paper laboriously, his lips moving. 'Cover name is Baynes. Posing as a
3801Swedish industrialist or salesman or something connected with manufacturing. Receivedphone call
3802this morning at eight-ten from Japanese official regarding appointment at ten-twenty in the Jap's
3803office. We're presently trying to trace the call. Probably will have it traced in another half hour.
3804They'll notify me here.'
3805 'I see,' Reiss said.
3806 'Now, we may pick up this fellow,' Kreuz vom Meere continued. 'If we do, we'll naturally send
3807him back to the Reich aboard the next Lufthansa plane. However, the Japs or Sacramento may
3808protest and try to block it. They'll protest to you, if they do. In fact, they may bring enormous
3809pressure to bear. And they'll run a truckload of those Tokkoka toughs to the airport.'
3810 'You can't keep them from finding out?'
3811 'Too late. He's on his way to this appointment. We may have to pick him up right there on the
3812spot. Run in, grab him, run out.'
3813 'I don't like that,' Reiss said. 'Suppose his appointment is with some extremely high-place Jap
3814officials? There may be an Emperor's personal representative in San Francisco, right now. I heard a
3815rumor the other day — '
3816 Kreuz vom Meere interrupted. 'It doesn't matter. He's a German national. Subject to Reichs law.'
3817 And we know what Reichs law is, Reiss thought.
3818 'I have a Kommando squad ready,' Kreuz vom Meere went on. 'Five good men.' He chuckled.
3819'They look like violinists. Nice ascetic faces. Soulful. Maybe like divinity students. They'll get in.
3820The Japs'll think they're a string quartet — '
3821 'Quintet,' Reiss said.
3822 'Yes. They'll walk right up to the door — they're dressed just right.' He surveyed the consul.
3823'Pretty much as you are.'
3824 Thank you, Reiss thought.
3825 'Right in plain sight. Broad daylight. Up to this Wegener. Gather around him. Appear to be
3826conferring. Message of importance.' Kreuz vom Meere droned on, while the consul began opening
3827his mail 'No violence. Just, 'Herr Wegener. Come with us, please. You understand.' And between
3828the vertebrae of his spine a little shaft. Pump. Upper ganglia paralyzed.'
3829 Reiss nodded.
3830 'Are you listening?'
3831 'Ganz bestimmt.'
3832 'Then out again. To the car. Back to my office. Japs make a lot of racket. But polite to the last.'
3833Kreuz vom Meere lumbered from the desk to pantomime a Japanese bowing.
3834 '"Most vulgar to deceive us, Herr Kruez vom Meere. However, good-bye, Herr Wegener — "'
3835 'Baynes,' Reiss said. 'Isn't he using his cover name?'
3836 'Baynes. 'So sorry to see you go. Plenty more talk maybe next time.' ' The phone on Reiss' desk
3837rang, and Kreuz vom Meere ceased his prank. 'That may be for me.' He started to answer it; but
3838Reiss stepped to it and took it himself.
3839 'Reiss, here.'
3840 An unfamiliar voice said, 'Consul, this is the Ausland Fernsprechamt at Nova Scotia.
3841Transatlantic telephone call for you from Berlin, urgent.'
3842 'All right,' Reiss said.
3843 'Just a moment, Consul.' Faint static, crackles. Then another voice, a woman operator. 'Kanzlei.'
3844 'Yes, this is Ausland Fernsprechamt at Nova Scotia. Call for the Reichs Consul H. Reiss, San
3845Francisco; I have the consul on the line.'
3846 'Hold on.' A long pause, during which Reiss continued, with one hand, to inspect his mail. Kreuz
3847vom Meere watched slackly. 'Herr Konsul, sorry to take your time.' A man's voice. The blood in
3848Reiss' veins instantly stopped its motion. Baritone, cultivated, rolling-out-smooth voice familiar to
3849Reiss. 'This is Doktor Goebbels.'
3850 'Yes, Kanzler.' Across from Reiss, Kreuz vom Meere slowly showed a smile. The slack jaw
3851ceased to hang.
3852 'General Heydrich has just asked me to call you. There is an agent of the Abwehr there in San
3853Francisco. His name is Rudolf Wegener. You are to cooperate fully with the police regarding him.
3854There isn't time to give you details. Simply put your office at their disposal. Ich danke Ihnen sehr
3855dabei.'
3856 'I understand, Herr Kanzler,' Reiss said.
3857 'Good day, Konsul.' The Reichskanzler rang off.
3858 Kreuz vom Meere watched intently as Reiss hung up the phone. 'Was I right?'
3859 Reiss shrugged. 'No dispute, there.'
3860 'Write out an authorization for us to return this Wegener to Germany forcibly.'
3861 Picking up his pen, Reiss wrote out the authorization, signed it, handed it to the SD chief.
3862 'Thank you,' Kreuz vorn Meere said. 'Now, when the Jap authorities call you and complain — '
3863 'If they do.'
3864 Kreuz vom Meere eyed him. 'They will. They'll be here within fifteen minutes of the time we
3865pick this Wegener up.' He had lost his joking, clowning manner.
3866 'No string quintet violinists,' Reiss said.
3867 Kreuz vom Meere did not answer. 'We'll have him sometime this morning, so be ready. You can
3868tell the Japs that he's a homosexual or a forger, or something like that. Wanted for a major crime
3869back home. Don't tell them he's wanted for political crimes. You know they don't recognize ninety
3870percent of National Socialist law.'
3871 'I know that,' Reiss said. 'I know what to do.' He felt irritable and put upon. Went over my head,
3872he said to himself. As usual. Contacted the Chancery. The bastards.
3873 His hands were shaking. Call from Doctor Goebbels; did that do it? Awed by the mighty? Or is it
3874resentment, feeling of being hemmed in. . . goddam these police, he thought. They get stronger all
3875the time. They've got Goebbels working for them already; they're running the Reich.
3876 But what can I do? What can anybody do?
3877 Resignedly he thought, Better cooperate. No time to be on the wrong side of this man; he can
3878probably get whatever he wants back home, and that might include the dismissal of everybody
3879hostile to him.
3880 'I can see,' he said aloud, 'that you did not exaggerate the importance of this matter, Herr
3881Polizeifuhrer. Obviously, the security of Germany herself hangs on your quick detection of this spy
3882or traitor or whatever he is.' Inwardly, he cringed to hear his choice of words.
3883 However, Kreuz vom Meere looked pleased. 'Thank you, Consul.'
3884 'You may have saved us all.'
3885 Gloomily Kreuz vom Meere said, 'Well, we haven't picked him up. Let's wait for that. I wish that
3886call would come.'
3887 I'll handle the Japanese,' Reiss said. 'I've had a good deal of experience, as you know. Their
3888complaints — '
3889 'Don't ramble on,' Kreuz vom Meere interrupted. 'I have to think.' Evidently the call from the
3890Chancery had bothered him; he, too, felt under pressure now.
3891 Possibly this fellow will get away, and it will cost you your job. Consul Hugo Reiss thought. My
3892job, your job — we both could find ourselves out on the street any time. No more security for you
3893than for me.
3894 In fact, he thought, it might be worth seeing how a little foot-dragging here and there could
3895possibly stall your activities, Herr Polizeifuhrer. Something negative that could never be pinned
3896down. For instance, when the Japanese come in here to complain, I might manage to drop a hint as
3897to the Lufthansa flight on which this fellow is to be dragged away . . . or barring that, needle them
3898into a bit more outrage by, say, just the trace of a contemptuous smirk — suggesting that the Reich
3899is amused by them, doesn't take little yellow men seriously. It's easy to sting them. And if they get
3900angry enough, they might carry it directly to Goebbels.
3901 All sorts of possibilities. The SD can't really get this fellow out of the PSA without my active
3902cooperation. If I can only hit on precisely the right twist . . .
3903 I hate people who go over my head, Freiherr Reiss said to himself. It makes me too damn
3904uncomfortable. It makes me so nervous that I can't sleep, and when I can't sleep I can't do my job.
3905So lowe it to Germany to correct this problem. I'd be a lot more comfortable at night and in the
3906daytime, too, for that matter, if this low-class Bavarian thug were back home writing up reports in
3907some obscure Gau police station.
3908 The trouble is, there's not the time. While I'm trying to decide how to —
3909 The phone rang.
3910 This time Kreuz vom Meere reached out to take it and Consul Reiss did not bar the way. 'Hello,'
3911Kreuz vom Meere said into the receiver. A moment of silence as he listened.
3912 Already? Reiss thought.
3913 But the SD chief was holding out the phone. 'For you.'
3914 Secretly relaxing with relief, Reiss took the phone.
3915 'It's some schoolteacher,' Kreuz vom Meere said. 'Wants to know if you can give them scenic
3916posters of Austria for their class.'
3917 Toward eleven o'clock in the morning, Robert Childan shut up his store and set off, on foot, for
3918Mr. Paul Kasoura's business office.
3919 Fortunately, Paul was not busy. He greeted Childan politely and offered him tea.
3920 'I will not bother you long,' Childan said after they had both begun sipping. Paul's office,
3921although small, was mod. em and simply furnished. On the wall one single superb print: Mokkei's
3922Tiger, a late-thirteenth-century masterpiece.
3923 'I'm always happy to see you, Robert,' Paul said, in a tone that held — Childan thought —
3924perhaps a trace of aloofness.
3925 Or perhaps it was his imagination. Childan glanced cautiously over his teacup. The man certainly
3926looked friendly. And yet — Childan sensed a change.
3927 'Your wife,' Childan said, 'was disappointed by my crude gift. I possibly insulted. However, with
3928something new and untried, as I explained to you when I grafted it to you, no proper or final
3929evaluation can be made — at least not by someone in the purely business end. Certainly, you and
3930Betty are in a better position to judge than I.'
3931 Paul said, 'She was not disappointed, Robert. I did not give the piece of jewelry to her.' Reaching
3932into his desk, he brought out the small white box. 'It has not left this office.'
3933 He knows, Childan thought. Smart man. Never even told her. So that's that. Now, Childan
3934realized; let's hope he's not going to rave at me. Some kind of accusation about my trying to seduce
3935his wife.
3936 He could ruin me, Childan said to himself. Carefully he continued sipping his tea, his face
3937impassive.
3938 'Oh?' he said mildly. 'Interesting.'
3939 Paul opened the box, brought out the pin and began inspecting it. He held it to the light, turned it
3940over and around.
3941 'I took the liberty of showing this to a number of business acquaintances,' Paul said, 'individuals
3942who share my taste for American historic objects or for artifacts of general artistic, esthetic merit.'
3943He eyed Robert Childan. 'None of course had ever seen such as this before. As you explained, no
3944such contemporary work hithertofore has been known. I think, too, you informed that you are sole
3945representative.''
3946 'Yes, that is so,' Childan said.
3947 'You wish to hear their reaction?'
3948 Childan bowed.
3949 'These persons,' Paul said, 'laughed.'
3950 Childan was silent.
3951 'Yet I, too, laughed behind my hand, invisible to you,' Paul said, 'the other day when you
3952appeared and showed me this thing. Naturally to protect your sangfroid, I concealed that
3953amusement; as you no doubt recall, I remained more or less noncommittal in my apparent reaction.'
3954 Childan nodded.
3955 Studying the pin, Paul went on. 'One can easily understand this reaction. Here is a piece of metal
3956which has been melted until it has become shapeless. It represents nothing. Nor does it have design,
3957of any intentional sort. It is merely amorphous. One might say, it is mere content, deprived of
3958form.'
3959 Childan nodded.
3960 'Yet,' Paul said, 'I have for several days now inspected it, and for no logical reason I feel a
3961certain emotional fondness. Why is that? I may ask. I do not even now project into this blob, as in
3962psychological German tests, my own psyche. I still see no shapes or forms. But it somehow
3963partakes of Tao. You see?' He motioned Childan over. 'It is balanced. The forces within this piece
3964are stabilized. At rest. So to speak, this object has made its peace with the universe. It has separated
3965from it and hence has managed to come to homeostasis.'
3966 Childan nodded, studied the piece. But Paul had lost him.
3967 'It does not have wabi,' Paul said, 'nor could it ever. But — ' He touched the pin with his nail.
3968'Robert, this object has wu.'
3969 'I believe you are right,' Childan said, trying to recall what wu was; it was not a Japanese word —
3970it was Chinese. Wisdom, he decided. Or comprehension. Anyhow, it was highly good.
3971 'The hands of the artificer,' Paul said, 'had wu, and allowed that wu to flow into this piece.
3972Possibly he himself knows only that this piece satisfies. It is complete, Robert. By contemplating it,
3973we gain more wu ourselves. We experience the tranquility associated not with art but with holy
3974things. I recall a shrine in Hiroshima wherein a shinbone of some medieval saint could be
3975examined. However, this is an artifact and that was a relic. This is alive in the now, whereas that
3976merely remained. By this meditation, conducted by myself at great length since you were last here,
3977I have come to identify the value which this has in opposition to historicity. I am deeply moved, as
3978you may see.'
3979 'Yes,' Childan said.
3980 'To have no historicity, and also no artistic, esthetic worth, and yet to partake of some ethereal
3981value — that is a marvel. Just precisely because this a miserable, small, worthless-looking blob;
3982that, Robert, contributes to its possessing wu. For it is a fact that wu is customarily found in least
3983imposing places, as in the Christian aphorism, 'stones rejected by the builder.' One experiences
3984awareness of wu in such trash as an old stick, or a rusty beer can by the side of the road. However,
3985in those cases, the wu is within the viewer. It is a religious experience. Here, an artificer has put wu
3986into the object, rather than merely witnessed the wu inherent in it.' He glanced up. 'Am I making
3987myself clear?'
3988 'Yes,' Childan said.
3989 'In other words, an entire new world is pointed to, by this. The name for it is neither art, for it has
3990no form, nor religion. What is it? I have pondered this pin unceasingly, yet cannot fathom it. We
3991evidently lack the word for an object like this. So you are right, Robert. It is authentically a new
3992thing on the face of the world.'
3993 Authentic, Childan thought. Yes, it certainly is. I catch that notion. But as to the rest —
3994 'Having meditated to this avail,' Paul continued, 'I next called back in here the self same business
3995acquaintances. I took it upon myself, as I have done with you just now, to deliver an expostulation
3996devoid of tact. This subject carries authority which compels an abandonment of propriety, so great
3997is the necessity of delivering the awareness itself. I required that these individuals listen.'
3998 Childan knew that for a Japanese such as Paul to fOrce his ideas on other persons was an almost
3999incredible situation.
4000 'The result,' Paul said, 'was sanguine. They were able to adopt under such duress my viewpoint;
4001they perceived what I had delineated. So it was worth it. Having done that, I rested. Nothing more,
4002Robert. I am exhausted.' He laid the pin back in the box. 'Responsibility with me has ended.
4003Discharged.' He pushed the box to Childan.
4004 'Sir, it's yours,' Childan said, feeling apprehensive; the situation did not fit any model he had ever
4005experienced. A high-placed Japanese lauding to the skies a gift grafted to him — and then returning
4006it. Childan felt his knees wobble. He did not have any idea what to do; he stood plucking at his
4007sleeve, his face flushing.
4008 Calmly, even harshly, Paul said, 'Robert, you must face reality with more courage.'
4009 Blanching, Childan stammered, 'I'm confused by — '
4010 Paul stood up, facing him. 'Take heed. The task is yours. You are the sole agent for this piece and
4011others of its ilk. Also you are a professional. Withdraw for a period into isolation. Meditate,
4012possibly consult the Book of Changes. Then study your window displays, your ads, your system of
4013merchandising.'
4014 Childan gaped at him.
4015 'You will see your way,' Paul said. 'How you must go about putting these objects over in a big
4016fashion.'
4017 Childan felt stunned. The man's telling me I'm obliged to assume moral responsibility for the
4018Edfrank jewelry! Crackpot neurotic Japanese world view: nothing less than number-one spiritual
4019and business relationship with the jewelry tolerable in the eyes of Paul Kasoura.
4020 And the worst part of it was that Paul certainly spoke with authority, right out of dead center of
4021Japanese culture and tradition.
4022 Obligation, he thought bitterly. It could stick with him the rest of his life, once incurred. Right to
4023the grave itself. Paul had — to his own satisfaction, anyhow — discharged his. But Childan's; ah,
4024that regrettably had the earmark of being unending.
4025 They're out of their minds, Childan said to himself. Example: they won't help a hurt man up from
4026the gutter due to the obligation it imposes. What do you call that? I say that's typical; just what
4027you'd expect from a race that when told to duplicate a British destroyer managed even to copy the
4028patches on the boiler as well as —
4029 Paul was eying him intently. Fortunately, long habit had caused Childan to suppress any show of
4030authentic feelings automatically. He assumed a bland, sober expression, persona that correctly
4031matched the nature of the situation. He could sense it there, the mask.
4032 This is dreadful, Childan realized. A catastrophe. Better Paul had thought I was trying to seduce
4033his wife.
4034 Betty. There was no chance now that she would see the piece, that his original plan would come
4035off. Wu was incompatible with sexuality; it was, as Paul said. solemn and holy, like a relic.
4036 'I gave each of these individuals one of your cards,' Paul said.
4037 'Pardon?' Childan said, preoccupied.
4038 'Your business cards. So that they could come in and inspect other examples.'
4039 'I see,' Childan said.
4040 'There is one more thing,' Paul said. 'One of these individuals wishes to discuss this entire subject
4041with you at his location. I have written out his name and address.' Paul handed Childan a folded
4042square of paper. 'He wants his business colleagues to hear.' Paul added, 'He is an importer. He
4043imports and exports on a mass basis. Especially to South America. Radios, cameras, binoculars,
4044tape recorders, the like.'
4045 Childan gazed down at the paper.
4046 'He deals, of course, in immense quantity.' Paul said. 'Perhaps tens of thousands of each item. His
4047company controls various enterprises that manufacture for him at low overhead, all located in the
4048Orient where there is cheaper labor.''
4049 'Why is he — ' Childan began.
4050 Paul said, 'Pieces such as this. . .' He picked up the pin once more, briefly. Closing the lid, he
4051returned the box to Childan. '. . . can be mass-produced. Either in base metal or plastic. From a
4052mold. In any quantity desired.'
4053 After a time Childan said, 'What about wu? Will that remain in the pieces?'
4054 Paul said nothing.
4055 'You advise me to see him?' Childan said.
4056 'Yes,' Paul said.
4057 'Why?'
4058 'Charms,' Paul said.
4059 Childan stared.
4060 'Good-luck charms. To be worn. By relatively poor people. A line of amulets to be peddled all
4061over Latin America and the Orient. Most of the masses still believe in magic, you know. Spells.
4062Potions. It's a big business, I am told.' Paul's face was wooden, his voice toneless.
4063 'It sounds,' Childan said slowly, 'as if there would be a good deal of money in it.'
4064 Paul nodded.
4065 'Was this your idea?' Childan said.
4066 'No,' Paul said. He was silent, then.
4067 Your employer, Childan thought. You showed the piece to your superior, who knows this
4068importer. Your superior — or some influential person over your head, someone who has power
4069over you, someone rich and big — contacted this importer.
4070 That's why you're giving it back to me, Childan realized. You want no part of this. But you know
4071what I know: that I will go to this address and see this man. I have to. I have no choice. I will lease
4072the designs, or sell them on a percentage basis; some deal will be made between me and this party.
4073 Clearly out of your hands. Entirely. Bad taste on your part to presume to stop me or argue with
4074me.
4075 'There is a chance here for you,' Paul said, 'to become extremely wealthy.' He continued to gaze
4076stoically ahead.
4077 'The idea strikes me as bizarre,' Childan said. 'Making good-luck charms out of such art objects; I
4078can't imagine it.'
4079 'For it is not your natural line of business. You are devoted to the savored esoteric. Myself, I am
4080the same. And so are those individuals who will shortly visit your store, those whom I mentioned.'
4081 Childan said, 'What would you do if you were me?'
4082 'Don't under-evaluate the possibility suggested by the esteemed importer. He is a shrewd
4083personage. You and I — we have no awareness of the vast number of uneducated. They can obtain
4084from mold-produced identical objects a joy which would be denied to us. We must suppose that we
4085have the only one of a kind, or at least something rare, possessed by a very few. And, of course,
4086something truly authentic. Not a model or replica.' He continued to gaze past Childan, at empty
4087space. 'Not something cast by the tens of thousands.'
4088 Has he stumbled onto correct notion, Childan wondered, that certain of the historic objects in
4089stores such as mine (not to mention many items in his personal collection) are imitations? There
4090seems a trace of hint in his words. As if in ironic undertone he is telling me a message quite
4091different from what appears. Ambiguity, as one trips over in the oracle . . . quality, as they say, of
4092the Oriental mind.
4093 Childan thought, He's actually saying: Which are you Robert? He whom the oracle calls 'the
4094inferior man,' or that other for whom all the good advice is meant? Must decide, here. You may trot
4095on one way or the other, but not both. Moment of choice now.
4096 And which way will the superior man go? Robert Childan inquired of himself. At least according
4097to Paul Kasoura. And what we have before us here isn't a many-thousand-year-old compilation of
4098divinely inspired wisdom; this is merely the opinion of one mortal — one young Japanese
4099businessman.
4100 Yet, there's a kernel to it. Wu, as Paul would say. The wu of this situation is this: whatever our
4101personal dislikes, there can be no doubt, the reality lies in the importer's direction. Too bad for what
4102we had intended; we must adapt, as the oracle states.
4103 And after all, the originals can still be sold in my shop. To connoisseurs, as for example Paul's
4104friends.
4105 'You wrestle with yourself,' Paul observed. 'No doubt it is in such a situation that one prefers to
4106be alone.' He had started toward the office door.
4107 'I have already decided.'
4108 Paul's eyes flickered.
4109 Bowing, Childan said, 'I will follow your advice. Now I will leave to visit the importer.' He held
4110up the folded slip of paper.
4111 Oddly, Paul did not seem pleased; he merely grunted and returned to his desk. They contain their
4112emotions to the last, Childan reflected.
4113 'Many thanks for your business help,' Childan said as he made ready to depart. 'Someday I will if
4114possible reciprocate. I will remember.'
4115 But still the young Japanese showed no reaction. Too true, Childan thought, what we used to say:
4116they are inscrutable.
4117 Accompanying him to the door, Paul seemed deep in thought. All at once he blurted, 'American
4118artisans made this piece hand by hand, correct? Labor of their personal bodies?'
4119 'Yes, from initial design to final polish.'
4120 'Sir! Will these artisans play along? I would imagine they dreamed otherwise for their work.'
4121 'I'd hazard they could be persuaded,' Childan said; the problem, to him, appeared minor.
4122 'Yes,' Paul said. 'I suppose so.'
4123 Something in his tone made Robert Childan take sudden note. A nebulous and peculiar emphasis,
4124there. And then it swept over Childan. Without a doubt he had split the ambiguity — he saw.
4125 Of course. Whole affair a cruel dismissal of American efforts, taking place before his eyes.
4126Cynicism, but God forbid, he had swallowed hook, line and sinker. Got me to agree, step by step,
4127led me along the garden path to this conclusion: products of American hands good for nothing but
4128to be models for junky good-luck charms.
4129 This was how the Japanese ruled, not crudely but with subtlety, ingenuity, timeless cunning.
4130 Christ! We're barbarians compared to them, Childan realized. We're no more than boobs against
4131such pitiless reasoning. Paul did not say — did not tell me — that our art was worthless; he got me
4132to say it for him. And, as a final irony, he regretted my utterance. Faint, civilized gesture of sorrow
4133as he heard the truth out of me.
4134 He's broken me, Childan almost said aloud — fortunately, however, he managed to keep it only a
4135thought; as before, he held it in his interior world, apart and secret, for himself alone. Humiliated
4136me and my race. And I'm helpless. There's no avenging this; we are defeated and our defeats are
4137like this, so tenuous, so delicate, that we're hardly able to perceive them. In fact, we have to rise a
4138notch in our evolution to know it ever happened.
4139 What more proof could be presented, as to the Japanese fitness to rule? He felt like laughing,
4140possibly with appreciation. Yes, he thought, that's what it is, as when one hears a choice anecdote.
4141I've got to recall it, savor it later on, even relate it. But to whom? Problem, there. Too personal for
4142narration.
4143 In the corner of Paul's office a wastebasket. Into it! Robert Childan said to himself, with this
4144blob, this wu-ridden piece of jewelry.
4145 Could I do it? Toss it away? End the situation before Paul's eyes?
4146 Can't even toss it away, he discovered as he gripped the piece. Must not — if you anticipate
4147facing your Japanese fellowman again.
4148 Damn them, I can't free myself of their influence, can't give in to impulse. All spontaneity
4149crushed . . . Paul scrutinized him, needing to say nothing; the man's very presence enough. Got my
4150conscience snared, has run an invisible string from this blob in my hands up my arm to my soul.
4151 Guess I've lived around them too long. Too late now to flee, to get back among whites and white
4152ways.
4153 Robert Childan said, 'Paul — ' His voice, he noted, croaked in sickly escape; no control, no
4154modulation.
4155 'Yes, Robert.'
4156 'Paul, I . . . am . . . humiliated.'
4157 The room reeled.
4158 'Why so, Robert?' Tones of concern, but detached. Above involvement.
4159 'Paul. One moment.' He fingered the bit of jewelry; it had become slimy with sweat. 'I — am
4160proud of this work. There can be no consideration of trashy good-luck charms. I reject.'
4161 Once more he could not make out the young Japanese man's reaction, only the listening ear, the
4162mere awareness.
4163 'Thank you, however,' Robert Childan said.
4164 Paul bowed.
4165 Robert Childan bowed.
4166 'The men who made this,' Childan said, 'are American proud artists. Myself included. To suggest
4167trashy good-luck charms therefore insults us and I ask for apology.'
4168 incredible prolonged silence.
4169 Paul surveyed him. One eyebrow lifted slightly and his thin lips twitched. A smile?
4170 'I demand,' Childan said. That was all; he could carry it no further. He now merely waited.
4171 Nothing occurred.
4172 Please, he thought. Help me.
4173 Paul said, 'Forgive my arrogant imposition.' He held out his hand.
4174 'All right,' Robert Childan said.
4175 They shook hands.
4176 Calmness descended in Childan's heart. I have lived through and out, he knew. All over. Grace
4177of God; it existed at the exact moment for me. Another time — otherwise. Could I ever dare once
4178more, press my luck? Probably not.
4179 He felt melancholy. Brief instant, as if I rose to the surface and saw unencumbered.
4180 Life is short, he thought. Art, or something not life, is long, stretching out endless, like concrete
4181worm. Flat, white, unsmoothed by any passage over or across it. Here I stand But no longer. Taking
4182the small box, he put the Edfrank jewelry piece away in his coat pocket.
418312
4184Mr. Ramsey said, 'Mr. Tagomi, this is Mr. Yatabe.' He retired to a corner of the office, and the
4185slender elderly gentleman came forward.
4186 Holding out his hand, Mr. Tagomi said, 'I am glad to meet you in person, sir.' The light, fragile
4187old hand slipped into his own; he shook without pressing and released at once. Nothing broken I
4188hope, he thought. He examined the old gentleman's features, finding himself pleased. Such a stern,
4189coherent spirit there. No fogging of wits. Certainly lucid transmission of all the stable ancient
4190traditions. Best quality which the old could represent. . . and then he discovered that he was facing
4191General Tedeki, the former Imperial Chief of Staff.
4192 Mr. Tagomi bowed low.
4193 'General,' he said.
4194 'Where is the third party?' General Tedeki said.
4195 'On the double, he nears,' Mr. Tagomi said. 'Informed by self at hotel room.' His mind utterly
4196rattled, he retreated several steps in the bowing position, scarcely able to regain an erect posture.
4197 The general seated himself. Mr. Ramsey, no doubt still ignorant of the old man's identity,
4198assisted with the chair but showed no particular deference. Mr. Tagomi hesitantly took a chair
4199facing.
4200 'We loiter,' the general said. 'Regrettably but unavoidably.'
4201 'True,' Mr. Tagomi said.
4202 Ten minutes passed. Neither man spoke.
4203 'Excuse me, sir,' Mr. Ramsey said at last, fidgeting. 'I will depart unless needed.'
4204 Mr. Tagomi nodded, and Mr. Ramsey departed.
4205 'Tea, General?' Mr. Tagomi said.
4206 'No, sir.''
4207 'Sir,' Mr. Tagomi said, 'I admit to fear. I sense in this encounter something terrible.'
4208 The general inclined his head.
4209 'Mr. Baynes, whom I have met,' Mr. Tagomisaid, 'and entertained in my home, declares himself
4210a Swede. Yet perusal persuades one that he is in fact a highly placed German of some sort. I say
4211this because — '
4212 'Please continue.'
4213 'Thank you. General, his agitation regarding this meeting causes me to infer a connection with
4214the political upheavals in the Reich.' Mr. Tagomi did not mention another fact: his awareness of the
4215general's failure to appear at the time anticipated.
4216 The general said, 'Sir, now you are fishing. Not informing.' His gray eyes twinkled in fatherly
4217manner. No malice, there.
4218 Mr. Tagomi accepted the rebuke. 'Sir, is my presence in this meeting merely a formality to baffle
4219the Nazi snoops?'
4220 'Naturally,' the general said, 'we are interested in maintaining a certain fiction. Mr. Baynes is
4221representative for Tor-Am industries of Stockholm, purely businessman. And I am Shinjiro
4222Yatabe.'
4223 Mr. Tagomi thought, And I am Tagomi. That part is so.
4224 'No doubt the Nazis have scrutinized Mr. Baynes' comings and goings,' the general said. He
4225rested his hands on his knees, sitting bolt upright . . . as if, Mr. Tagomi thought, he were sniffing
4226far-off beef tea odor. 'But to demolish the fiction they must resort to legalities. That is the genuine
4227purpose; not to deceive, but to require the formalities in case of exposure. You see for instance that
4228to apprehend Mr. Baynes they must do more than merely shoot him down . . . which they could do,
4229were he to travel as — well, travel without this verbal umbrella.'
4230 'I see,' Mr. Tagomi said. Sounds like a game, he decided. But they know the Nazi mentality. So I
4231suppose it is of use.
4232 The desk intercom buzzed. Mr. Ramsey's voice. 'Sir, Mr. Baynes is here. Shall I send him on in?'
4233 'Yes!' Mr. Tagomi cried.
4234 The door opened and Mr. Baynes, sleekly dressed, his clothes all quite pressed and masterfully
4235tailored, his features composed, appeared.
4236 General Tedeki rose to face him. Mr. Tagomi also rose. All three men bowed.
4237 'Sir,' Mr. Baynes said to the general, 'I am Captain R. Wegener of the Reichs Naval CounterIntelligence.
4238As understood, I represent no one but myself and certain private unnamed individuals,
4239no departments or bureaus of the Reich Government of any sort.'
4240 The general said, 'Herr Wegener, I understand that you in no way officially allege representation
4241of any branch of the Reich Government. I am here as an unofficial private party who by virtue of
4242former position with the Imperial Army can be said to have access to circles in Tokyo who desire to
4243hear whatever you have to say.'
4244 Weird discourse, Mr. Tagomi thought. But not unpleasant. Certain near-musical quality to it.
4245Refreshing relief, in fact.
4246 They sat down.
4247 'Without preamble,' Mr. Baynes said, 'I would like to inform you and those you have access to
4248that there is in advance stage in the Reich a program called Lowenzahn. Dandelion.'
4249 'Yes,' the general said, nodding as if he had heard this before; but, Mr. Tagomi thought, he
4250seemed quite eager for Mr. Baynes to go on.
4251 'Dandelion,' Mr. Baynes said, 'consists of an incident on the border between the Rocky Mountain
4252States and the United States.'
4253 The general nodded, smiling slightly.
4254 'U.S. troops will be attacked and will retaliate by crossing the border and engaging the regular
4255RMS troops stationed nearby. The U.S. troops have detailed maps showing Midwest army
4256installations. This is step one. Step two consists of a declaration by Germany regarding the conflict.
4257A volunteer detachment of Wehrmacht paratroopers will be sent to aid the U.S. However, this is
4258further camouflage.'
4259 'Yes,' the general said, listening.
4260 'The basic purpose of Operation Dandelion,' Mr. Baynes said, 'is an enormous nuclear attack on
4261the Home Islands, without advance warning of any kind.' He was silent then.
4262 'With purpose of wiping out Royal Family, Home Defense Army, most of Imperial Navy, civil
4263population, industries, resources,' General Tedeki said. 'Leaving overseas possessions for
4264absorption by the Reich.'
4265 Mr. Baynes said nothing.
4266 The general said, 'What else?'
4267 Mr. Baynes seemed at a loss.
4268 'The date, sir,' the general said.
4269 'All changed,' Mr. Baynes said. 'Due to the death of M Bormann. At least, I presume. I am not in
4270contact with the Abwehr now.'
4271 Presently the general said, 'Go on, Herr Wegener.'
4272 'What we recommend is that the Japanese Government enter into the Reich's domestic situation.
4273Or at least, that was what I came here to recommend. Certain groups in the Reich favor Operation
4274Dandelion; certain others do not. It was hoped that those opposing it could come to power upon the
4275death of Chancellor Bormann.'
4276 'But while you were here,' the general said, 'Herr Bormann died and the political situation took
4277its own solution. Doctor Goebbels is now Reichs Chancellor. The upheaval is over.' He paused.
4278'How does that faction view Operation Dandelion?'
4279 Mr. Baynes said, 'Doctor Goebbels is an advocate of Dandelion.'
4280 Unnoticed by them, Mr. Tagomi closed his eyes.
4281 'Who stands opposed?' General Tedeki asked.
4282 Mr. Baynes' voice came to Mr. Tagomi. 'SS General Heydrich.'
4283 'I am taken by surprise,' General Tedeki said. 'I am dubious. Is this legitimate information or only
4284a viewpoint which you and your colleagues hold?'
4285 Mr. Baynes said, 'Administration of the East — that is, the area now held by Japan — would be
4286by the Foreign Office. Rosenberg's people, working directly with the Chancery. This was a bitterly
4287disputed issue in many sessions between the principals last year. I have photostats of notes made.
4288The police demanded authority but were turned down. They are to manage the space colonization,
4289Mars, Luna, Venus. That's to be their domain. Once this division of authority was settled, the police
4290put all their weight behind the space program and against Dandelion.'
4291 'Rivalry,' General Tedeki said. 'One group played against another. By the Leader. So he is never
4292challenged.'
4293 'True,' Mr. Baynes said. 'That is why I was sent here, to plead for your intervention . It would
4294still be possible to intervene; the situation is still fluid. It will be months before Doctor Goebbels
4295can consolidate his position. He will have to break the police, possibly have Heydrich and other top
4296SS and SD leaders executed. Once that is done — '
4297 'We are to give support to the Sicherheitsdienst?' General Tedeki interrupted. 'The most
4298malignant portion of German society?'
4299 Mr. Baynes said, 'That is right.'
4300 'The Emperor,' General Tedeki said, 'would never tolerate that policy. He regards the Reichs elite
4301corps, wherever the black uniform is worn, the death's head, the Castle System — all, to him, is
4302evil.''
4303 Evil, Mr. Tagomi thought. Yes, it is. Are we to assist it in gaining power, in order to save our
4304lives? Is that the paradox of our earthly situation?
4305 I cannot face this dilemma, Mr. Tagomi said to himself. That man should have to act in such
4306moral ambiguity. There is no Way in this; all is muddled. All chaos of light and dark, shadow and
4307substance.
4308 'The Wehrmacht,' Mr. Baynes said, 'the military, is sole possessor in the Reich of the hydrogen
4309bomb. Where the blackshirts have used it, they have done so only under Army supervision. The
4310Chancery under Bormann never allowed any nuclear armament to go to the police. In Operation
4311Dandelion, all will be carried out by 0KW. The Army High Command.'
4312 'I am aware of that,' General Tedeki said.
4313 'The moral practices of the black shirts exceed in ferocity that of the Wehrmacht. But their power
4314is less. We should reflect solely on reality, on actual power. Not on ethical intentions.'
4315 'Yes, we must be realists,' Mr. Tagomi said aloud.
4316 Both Mr. Baynes and General Tedeki glanced at him.
4317 To Mr. Baynes the general said, 'What specifically do you suggest? That we establish contact
4318with the SD here in the Pacific States? Directly negotiate with — I do not know who is SD chief
4319here. Some repellent character, I imagine.'
4320 'The local SD knows nothing,' Mr. Baynes said. 'Their chief here, Bruno Kruez vom Meere, is an
4321old-time Partei hack. Em Altparteigenosse. An imbecile. No one in Berlin would think of telling
4322him anything; he merely carries out routine assignments.'
4323 'What, then?' The general sounded angry. 'The consul, here, or the Reichs Ambassador in
4324Tokyo?'
4325 This talk will fail, Mr. Tagomi thought. No matter what is at stake. We cannot enter the
4326monstrous schizophrenic morass of Nazi internecine intrigue; our minds cannot adapt.
4327 'It must be handled delicately,' Mr. Baynes said. 'Through a series of intermediaries. Someone
4328close to Heydrich who is stationed outside of the Reich, in a neutral country. Or someone who
4329travels back and forth between Tokyo and Berlin.'
4330 'Do you have someone in mind?'
4331 'The Italian Foreign Minister, Count Ciano. An intelligent, reliable, very brave man, completely
4332devoted to international understanding. However — his contact with the SD apparatus is
4333nonexistent.- But he might work through someone else in Germany, economic interests such as the
4334Krupps or through General Speidel or possibly even through Waffen-SS personages. The WaffenSS
4335is less fanatic, more in the mainstream of German society.'
4336 'Your establishment, the Abwehr — it would be futile to attempt to reach Heydrich through you.'
4337 'The blackshirts utterly revile us. They've been trying for twenty years to get Partei approval for
4338liquidating us in toto.'
4339 'Aren't you in excessive personal danger from them?' General Tedeki said. 'They are active here
4340on the Pacific Coast, I understand.'
4341 'Active but inept,' Mr. Baynes said. 'The Foreign Office man, Reiss, is skillful, but opposed to the
4342SD.' He shrugged.
4343 General Tedeki said, 'I would like your photostats. To turn over to my government. Any material
4344you have pertaining to these discussions in Germany. And — ' He pondered. 'Proof. Of objective
4345nature.'
4346 'Certainly,' Mr. Baynes said. He reached into his coat and took out a flat silver cigarette case.
4347'You will find each cigarette to be a hollow container for microfilm.' He passed the case to General
4348Tedeki.
4349 'What about the case itself?' the general said; examining it. 'It seems too valuable an object to
4350give away.' He started to remove the cigarettes from it.
4351 Smiling, Mr. Baynes said, 'The case, too.'
4352 'Thank you.' Also smiling, the general put the case away in his topcoat pocket.
4353 The desk intercom buzzed. Mr. Tagomi pressed the button.
4354 Mr. Ramsey's voice came: 'Sir, there is a group of SD men in the downstairs lobby; they are
4355attempting to take over the building . The Times guards are scuffling with them.' In the distance,
4356noise of a siren; outside the building from the street below Mr. Tagomi's window. 'Army MPs are
4357on the way, plus San Francisco Kempeitai.'
4358 'Thank you, Mr. Ramsey,' Mr. Tagomi said. 'You have done an honorable thing, to report
4359placidly.' Mr. Baynes and General Tedeki were listening, both rigid. 'Sirs,' Mr. Tagomi said to
4360them, 'we will no doubt kill the SD thugs before they reach this floor.' To Mr. Ramsey he said,
4361'Turn off the power to the elevators.'
4362 'Yes, Mr. Tagomi.' Mr. Ramsey broke the connection.
4363 Mr. Tagomi said, 'We will wait.' He opened his desk drawer and lifted out a teakwood box;
4364unlocking it, he brought forth a perfectly preserved U.S. 1860 Civil War Colt .44, a treasured
4365collector's item. Taking out a box of loose powder, ball and cap ammunition, he began loading the
4366revolver. Mr. Baynes and General Tedeki watched wide-eyed.
4367 'Part of personal collection,' Mr. Tagomi said. 'Much fooled around in vainglorious swift-draw
4368practicing and firing, in spare hours. Admit to compare favorably with other enthusiasts in contesttiming.
4369But mature use heretofore delayed.' Holding the gun in correct fashion he pointed it at the
4370office door. And sat waiting.
4371 At the bench in their basement workshop, Frank Frink sat at the arbor. He held a half-finished
4372silver earring against the noisily turning cotton buff; bits of rouge spattered his glasses and
4373blackened his nails and hands. The earring, shaped in a snail-shell spiral, became hot from friction,
4374but Frink grimly bore down even more.
4375 'Don't get it too shiny,' Ed McCarthy said. 'Just hit the high spots; you can even leave the lows
4376completely.'
4377 Frank Frink grunted.
4378 'There's a better market for silver if it's not polished up too much,' Ed said. 'Silverwork should
4379have that old look.'
4380 Market, Frink thought.
4381 They had sold nothing. Except for the consignment at American Artistic Handcrafts, no one had
4382taken anything, and they had visited five retail shops in all.
4383 We're not making any money, Frink said to himself. We're making more and more jewelry and
4384it's just piling up around us.
4385 The screw-back of the earring caught in the wheel; the piece whipped out of Frink's hands and
4386flew to the polish shield, then fell to the floor. He shut off the motor.
4387 'Don't let those pieces go,' McCarthy said, at the welding torch.
4388 'Christ, it's the size of a pea. No way to get a grip.'
4389 'Well, pick it up anyhow.'
4390 The hell with the whole thing, Frink thought.
4391 'What's the matter?' McCarthy said, seeing him make no move to fish up the earring.
4392 Frink said, 'We're pouring money in for nothing.'
4393 'We can't sell what we haven't made.'
4394 'We can't sell anything,' Frink said. 'Made or unmade.'
4395 'Five stores. Drop in the bucket.'
4396 'But the trend,' Frink said. 'It's enough to know.'
4397 'Don't kid yourself.'
4398 Frink said, 'I'm not kidding myself.'
4399 'Meaning what?'
4400 'Meaning it's time to start looking for a market for scrap.'
4401 'All right,' McCarthy said, 'quit, then.'
4402 'I have.'
4403 'I'll go on by myself.' McCarthy lit the torch again.
4404 'How are we going to split the stuff?'
4405 'I don't know. But we'll find a way.'
4406 'Buy me out,' Frink said.
4407 'Hell no.'
4408 Frink computed. 'Pay me six hundred dollars.'
4409 'No, you take half of everything.'
4410 'Half the motor?'
4411 They were both silent then.
4412 'Three more stores,' McCarthy said. 'Then we'll talk about it.' Lowering his mask he began
4413brazing a section of brass rod into a cuff bracelet.
4414 Frank Frink stepped down from the bench. He located the snail-shell earring and replaced it in
4415the carton of incomplete pieces. 'I'm going outside for a smoke,' he said, and walked across the
4416basement to the stairs.
4417 A moment later he stood outdoors on the sidewalk, a T'ien-lai between his fingers.
4418 It's all over, he said to himself. I don't need the oracle to tell me; I recognize what the Moment is.
4419The smell is there. Defeat.
4420 And it is hard really to say why. Maybe, theoretically, we could go on. Store to store, other cities.
4421But — something is wrong. And all the effort and ingenuity won't change it.
4422 I want to know why, he thought.
4423 But I never will.
4424 What should we have done? Made what instead?
4425 We bucked the moment. Bucked the Tao. Upstream, in the wrong direction. And now —
4426dissolution. Decay.
4427 Yin has us. The light showed us its ass, went elsewhere.
4428 We can only knuckle under.
4429 While he stood there under the eaves of the building, taking quick drags on his marijuana
4430cigarette and dully watching traffic go by, an 'ordinary-looking, middle-aged white man sauntered
4431up to him.
4432 'Mr. Frink? Frank Frink?'
4433 'You got it,' Frink said.
4434 The man produced a folded document and identification. 'I'm with the San Francisco Police
4435Department. I've a warrant for your arrest.' He held Frink's arm already; it had already been done.
4436 'What for?' Frink demanded.
4437 'Bunco. Mr. Childan, American Artistic Handcrafts.' The cop forcibly led Frink along the
4438sidewalk; another plainclothes cop joined them, one now on each side of Frink. They hustled him
4439toward a parked unmarked Toyopet.
4440 This is what the time requires of us, Frink thought as he was dumped onto the car seat between
4441the two cops. The door slammed shut; the car, driven by a third cop, this one in uniform, shot out
4442into traffic. These are the sons-of-bitches we must submit to.
4443 'You got an attorney?' one of the cops asked him.
4444 'No,' he said.
4445 'They'll give you a list of names at the station.'
4446 'Thanks,' Frink said.
4447 'What'd you do with the money?' one of the cops asked later on, as they were parking in the
4448Kearny Street Police station garage.
4449 Frink said, 'Spent it.'
4450 'All?'
4451 He did not answer.
4452 One of the cops shook his head and laughed.
4453 As they got out of the car, one of them said to Frink, 'Is your real name Fink?'
4454 Frink felt terror.
4455 'Fink,' the cop repeated. 'You're a kike.' He exhibited a large gray folder. 'Refugee from Europe.'
4456 'I was born in New York,' Frank Frink said.
4457 'You're an escapee from the Nazis,' the cop said. 'You know what that means?'
4458 Frank Frink broke away and ran across the garage. The three cops shouted, and at the doorway
4459he found himself facing a police car with uniformed armed police blocking his path. The police
4460smiled at him, and one of them, holding a gun, stepped out and smacked a handcuff into place over
4461his wrist.
4462 Jerking him by the wrist — the thin metal cut into his flesh, to the bone — the cop led him back
4463the way he had come.
4464 'Back to Germany,' one of the cops said, surveying him.
4465 'I'm an American,' Frank Frink said.
4466 'You're a Jew,' the cop said.
4467 As he was taken upstairs, one of the cops said, 'Will he be booked here?'
4468 'No,' another said. 'We'll hold him for the German consul. They want to try him under German
4469law.'
4470 There was no list of attorneys, after all.
4471 For twenty minutes Mr. Tagomi had remained motionless at his desk, holding the revolver
4472pointed at the door, while Mr. Baynes paced about the office. The old general had, after some
4473thought, lifted the phone and put through a call to the Japanese embassy in San Francisco.
4474However, he had not been able to get through to Baron Kaelemakule; the ambassador, a bureaucrat
4475had told him, was out of the city.
4476 Now General Tedeki was in the process of placing a transpacific call to Tokyo.
4477 'I will consult with the War College,' he explained to Mr. Baynes. 'They will contact Imperial
4478military forces stationed nearby us.' He did not seem perturbed.
4479 So we will be relieved in a number of hours, Mr. Tagomi said to himself. Possibly by Japanese
4480Marines from a carrier, armed with machines guns and mortars.
4481 Operating through official channels is highly efficient in terms of final result . . . but there is
4482regrettable time lag. Down below us, blackshirt hooligans are busy clubbing secretaries and clerks.
4483 However, there was little more that he personally could do.
4484 'I wonder if it would be worth trying to reach the German consul,' Mr. Baynes said.
4485 Mr. Tagomi had a vision of himself summoning Miss Ephreikian in with her tape recorder, to
4486take dictation of urgent protest to Herr H. Reiss.
4487 'I can call Herr Reiss,' Mr. Tagomi said. 'On another line.'
4488 'Please,' Mr. Baynes said.
4489 Still holding his Colt .44 collector's item, Mr. Tagomi pressed a button on his desk. Out came a
4490non-listed phone line, especially installed for esoteric communication.
4491 He dialed the number of the German consulate.
4492 'Good day, Who is calling?' Accented brisk male functionary voice. Undoubtedly underling.
4493 Mr. Tagomi said, 'His Excellency Herr Reiss, please. Urgent. This is Mr. Tagomi, here. Ranking
4494Imperial Trade Mission, Top Place.' He used his hard, no-nonsense voice.
4495 'Yes sir. A moment, if you will.' A long moment, then. No sound at all on the phone, not even
4496clicks. He is merely standing there with it, Mr. Tagomi decided. Stalling through typical Nordic
4497wile.
4498 To General Tedeki, waiting on the other phone, and Mr. Baynes, pacing, he said, 'I am naturally
4499being put off.'
4500 At last the functionary's voice once again. 'Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Tagomi.'
4501 'Not at all.'
4502 'The consul is in conference. However — '
4503 Mr. Tagomi hung up.
4504 'Waste of effort, to say the least,' he said, feeling discomfited. Whom else to call? Tokkoka
4505already informed, also MP units down on waterfront; no use to phone them. Direct call to Berlin?
4506To Reichs Chancellor Goebbels? To Imperial Military airfield at Napa, asking for air-rescue
4507assistance?
4508 'I will call SD chief Herr B. Kruez vom Meere,' he decided aloud. 'And bitterly complain. Rant
4509and scream invective.' He began to dial the number formally — euphemistically — listed in the
4510San Francisco phone book as the 'Lufthansa Airport Terminal Precious-Shipment Guard Detail.' As
4511the phone buzzed he said, 'Vituperate in highpitched hysteria.'
4512 'Put on a good performance,' General Tedeki said, smiling.
4513 In Mr. Tagomi's ear a Germanic voice said, 'Who is it?' More no-nonsense-than-myself voice,
4514Mr. Tagomi thought. But he intended to go on. 'Hurry up,' the voice demanded.
4515 Mr. Tagomi shouted, 'I am ordering the arrest and trial of your band of cutthroats and
4516degenerates who run amok like blond berserk beasts, unfit even to describe! DO you know me,
4517Kerl? This is Tagomi, Imperial Government Consultant. Five seconds or waive legality and have
4518Marines' shock troop unit begin massacre with flame-throwing phosphorus bombs. Disgrace to
4519civilization.'
4520 On the other end the SD flunky was sputtering anxiously.
4521 Mr. Tagomi winked at Mr. Baynes.
4522 '. . . we know nothing about it,' the flunky was saying.
4523 'Liar!' Mr. Tagomi shouted. 'Then we have no choice.' He slammed the receiver down. 'It is no
4524doubt mere gesture,' he said to Mr. Baynes and General Tedeki.
4525 'But it can do no harm, anyhow. Always faint possibility certain nervous element even in SD.'
4526 General Tedeki started to speak. But then a tremendous clatter at the office door; he ceased. The
4527door swung open.
4528 Two burly white men appeared, both armed with pistols equipped with silencers. They made out
4529Mr. Baynes.
4530 'Da ist en,' one said. They started for Mr. Baynes.
4531 At his desk, Mr. Tagomi pointed his Colt .44 ancient collector's item and compressed the trigger.
4532One of the SD men fell to the floor. The other whipped his silencer-equipped gun toward Mr.
4533Tagomi and returned fire. Mr. Tagomi heard no report, saw only a tiny wisp of smoke from the
4534gun, heard the whistle of a slug passing near. With record-eclipsing speed he fanned the hammer of
4535the single-action Colt, firing it again and again.
4536 The SD man's jaw burst. Bits of bone, flesh, shreds of tooth, flew in the air. Hit in the mouth, Mr.
4537Tagomi realized. Dreadful spot, especially if ball ascending. The jawless SD man's eyes still
4538contained life, of a kind. He still perceives me, Mr. Tagomi thought. Then the eyes lost their luster
4539and the SD man collapsed, dropping his gun and making un-human gargling noises.
4540 'Sickening,' Mr. Tagomi said.
4541 No more SD men appeared in the open doorway.
4542 'Possibly it is over,' General Tedeki said after a pause. Mr. Tagomi, engaged in tedious threeminute
4543task of reloading, paused to press the button of the desk intercom. 'Bring medical
4544emergency aid,' he instructed. 'Hideously injured thug, here.'
4545 No answer, only a hum.
4546 Stooping, Mr. Baynes had picked up both the Germans' guns; he passed one to the general,
4547keeping the other himself.
4548 'Now we will mow them down,' Mr. Tagomi said, reseating himself with his Colt .44, as before.
4549'Formidable triumvirate, in this office.'
4550 From the hall a voice called, 'German hoodlums surrender!'
4551 'Already taken care of,' Mr. Tagomi called back. 'Lying either dead or dying. Advance and verify
4552empirically.'
4553 A party of Nippon Times employees gingerly appeared, several of them carrying building riot
4554equipment such as axes and rifles and tear-gas grenades.
4555 'Cause célèbre,' Mr. Tagomi said. 'PSA Government in Sacramento could declare war on Reich
4556without hesitation.' He broke open his gun. 'Anyhow, over with.'
4557 'They will deny complicity,' Mr. Baynes said. 'Standard technique. Used countless times.' He laid
4558the silencerequipped pistol on Mr. Tagomi's desk. 'Made in Japan.'
4559 He was not joking. It was true. Excellent quality Japanese target pistol. Mr. Tagomi examined it.
4560 'And not German nationals,' Mr. Baynes said. He had taken the wallet of one of the whites, the
4561dead one. 'PSA citizen. Lives in San José. Nothing to connect him with the SD. Name is Jack
4562Sanders.' He tossed the wallet down.
4563 'A holdup,' Mr. Tagomi said. 'Motive: our locked vault. No political aspects.' He arose shakily to
4564his feet.
4565 In any case, the assassination or kidnapping attempt by the SD had failed. At least, this first one
4566had. But clearly they knew who Mr. Baynes was, and no doubt what he had come for.
4567 'The prognosis,' Mr. Tagomi said, 'is gloomy.'
4568 He wondered if in this instance the oracle would be of any use. Perhaps it could protect them.
4569Warn them, shield them, with its advice.
4570 Still quite shaky, he began taking out the forty-nine yarrow stalks. Whole situation confusing and
4571anomalous, he decided. No human intelligence could decipher it; only five-thousand-year-old joint 
4572mind applicable. German totalitarian society resembles some faulty form of life, worse than natural
4573thing. Worse in all its admixtures, its potpourri of pointlessness.
4574 Here, he thought, local SD acts as instrument of policy totally at odds with head in Berlin. Where
4575in this composite being is the sense? Who really is Germany? Who ever was? Almost like
4576decomposing nightmare parody of problems customarily faced in course of existence.
4577 The oracle will cut through it. Even weird breed of cat like Nazi Germany comprehensible to I
4578Ching.
4579 Mr. Baynes, seeing Mr. Tagomi distractedly manipulating the handful of vegetable stalks,
4580recognized how deep the man's distress was. For him, Mr. Baynes thought, this event, his having
4581had to kill and mutilate these two men, is not only dreadful; it is inexplicable.
4582 What can I say that might console him? He fired on my behalf; the moral responsibility for these
4583two lives is therefore mine, and I accept it. I view it that way.
4584 Coming over beside Mr. Baynes, General Tedeki said in a soft voice, 'You witness the man's
4585despair. He, you see, was no doubt raised as a Buddhist. Even if not formally, the influence was
4586there. A culture in which no life is to be taken; all lives holy.'
4587 Mr. Baynes nodded.
4588 'He will recover his equilibrium,' General Tedeki continued. 'In time. Right now he has no
4589standpoint by which he can view and comprehend his act. That book will help him, for it provides
4590an external frame of reference.'
4591 'I see,' Mr. Baynes said. He thought, Another frame of reference which might help him would be
4592the Doctrine of Original Sin. I wonder if he has ever heard of it. We are all doomed to commit acts
4593of cruelty or violence or evil; that is our destiny, due to ancient factors. Our karma.
4594 To save one life, Mr. Tagomi had to take two. The logical, balanced mind cannot make sense of
4595that. A kindly man like Mr. Tagomi could be driven insane by the implications of such reality.
4596 Nevertheless, Mr. Baynes thought, the crucial point lies not in the present, not in either my death
4597or the death of the two SD men; it lies — hypothetically — in the future. What has happened here
4598is justified, or not justified, by what happens later. Can we perhaps save the lives of millions, all
4599Japan in fact?
4600 But the man manipulating the vegetable stalks could not think of that; the present, the actuality,
4601was too tangible, the dead and dying Germans on the floor of his office.
4602 General Tedeki was right; time would give Mr. Tagomi perspective. Either that, or he would
4603perhaps retreat into the shadows of mental illness, avert his gaze forever, due to a hopeless
4604perplexity.
4605 And we are not really different from him, Mr. Baynes thought. We are faced with the same
4606confusions. Therefore unfortunately we can give Mr. Tagomi no help. We can only wait, hoping
4607that finally he will recover and not succumb.
460813
4609In Denver they found chic, modern stores. The clothes, Juliana thought, were numbingly expensive,
4610but Joe did not seem to care or even to notice; he simply paid for what she picked out, and then
4611they hurried on to the next store.
4612 Her major acquisition — after much trying on of dresses and much prolonged deliberating and
4613rejecting — occurred late in the day: a light blue Italian original with short, fluffy sleeves and a
4614wildly low neckline. In a European fashion magazine she had seen a model wearing such a dress; it
4615was considered the finest style of the year, and it cost Joe almost two hundred dollars.
4616 To go with it, she needed three pairs of shoes, more nylon stockings, several hats, and a new
4617handmade black leather purse. And, she discovered, the neckline of the Italian dress demanded the
4618new brassieres which covered only the lower part of each breast. Viewing herself in the full-length
4619mirror of the dress shop, she felt overexposed and a little insecure about bending over. But the
4620salesgirl assured her that the new half-bras remained firmly in place, despite their lack of straps.
4621 Just up to the nipple, Juliana thought as she peered at herself in the privacy of the dressing room,
4622and not one millimeter more. The bras, too, cost quite a bit; also imported, the salesgirl explained,
4623and handmade. The salesgirl showed her sportswear, too, shorts and bathing suits and a terrycloth
4624beach robe; but all at once Joe became restless. So they went on. -
4625 As Joe loaded the parcels and bags into the car she said, 'Don't you think I'm going to look
4626terrific?'
4627 'Yes,' he said in a preoccupied voice. 'Especially that blue dress. You wear that when we go
4628there, to Abendsen' s; understand?' He spoke the last word sharply as if it was an order; the tone
4629surprised her.
4630 'I'm a size twelve or fourteen,' she said as they entered the next dress shop. The salesgirl smiled
4631graciously and accompanied them to the racks of dresses. What else did she need? Juliana
4632wondered. Better to get as much as possible while she could; her eyes took in everything at once,
4633the blouses, skirts, sweaters, slacks, coats. Yes, a coat. 'Joe,' she said, 'I have to have a long coat.
4634But not a cloth coat.'
4635 They compromised with one of the synthetic fiber coats from Germany; it was more durable than
4636natural fur, and less expensive. But she felt disappointed. To cheer herself up she began examining
4637jewelry. But it was dreary costume junk, without imagination or originality.
4638 'I have to get some jewelry,' she explained to Joe. 'Earrings, at least. Or a pin — to go with the
4639blue dress.' She led him along the sidewalk to a jewelry store. 'And your clothes,' she remembered,
4640with guilt. 'We have to shop for you, too.'
4641 While she looked for jewelry, Joe stopped at a barbershop for his haircut. When he appeared a
4642half hour later, she was amazed; he had not only gotten his hair cut as short as possible, but he had
4643had it dyed. She would hardly have recognized him; he was now blond. Good God, she thought,
4644staring at him. Why?
4645 Shrugging, Joe said, 'I'm tired of being a wop.' That was all he would say; he refused to discuss it
4646as they entered a men's clothing store and began shopping for him.
4647 They bought him a nicely tailored suit of one of Du Pont's new synthetic fibers, Dacron. And
4648new socks, underwear, and a pair of stylish sharp-toed shoes. What now? Juliana thought. Shirts.
4649And ties. She and the clerk picked out two white shirts with French cuffs, several ties made in
4650France, and a pair of silver cuff links. It took only forty minutes to do all the shopping for him; she
4651was astonished to find it so easy, compared to her own.
4652 His suit, she thought, should be altered. But again Joe had become restless; he paid the bill with
4653the Reichsbank notes which he carried. I know something else, Juliana realized. A new billfold. So
4654she and the clerk picked out a black alligator billfold for him, and that was that. They left the store
4655and returned to the car; it was four-thirty and the shopping — at least as far as Joe was concerned
4656— was over.
4657 'You don't want the waistline taken in a little?' she asked Joe as he drove out into downtown
4658Denver traffic. 'On your suit — '
4659 'No.' His voice, brusque and impersonal, startled her.
4660 'What's wrong? Did I buy too much?' I know that's it, she said to herself; I spent much too much.
4661'I could take some of the skirts back.'
4662 'Let's eat dinner,' he said.
4663 'Oh God,' she exclaimed. 'I know what I didn't get. Nightgowns.'
4664 He glared at her ferociously.
4665 'Don't you want me to get some nice new pajamas?' she said. 'So I'll be all fresh and — '
4666 'No.' He shook his head. 'Forget it. Look for a place to eat.'
4667 Juliana said in a steady voice, 'We'll go and register at the hotel first. So we can change. Then
4668we'll eat.' And it better be a really fine hotel, she thought, or it's all off. Even this late. And we'll ask
4669them at the hotel what's the best place in Denver to eat. And the name of a good nightclub where
4670we can see a once-in-a-lifetime act, not some local talent but some big names from Europe, like
4671Eleanor Perez or Willie Beck. I know great UFA stars like that come out to Denver, because I've
4672seen the ads. And I won't settle for anything less.
4673 As they searched for a good hotel, Juliana kept glancing at the man beside her. With his hair
4674short and blond, and in his new clothes, he doesn't look like the same person, she thought. Do I like
4675him better this way? It was hard to tell. And me — when I've been able to arrange for my hair
4676being done, we'll be two different persons, almost. Created out of nothing or, rather, out of money.
4677But I just must get my hair done, she told herself.
4678 They found a large stately hotel in downtown Denver with a uniformed doorman who arranged
4679for the car to be parked. That was what she wanted. And a bellboy — actually a grown man, but
4680wearing the maroon uniform — came quickly and carried all their parcels and luggage, leaving
4681them with nothing to do but climb the wide carpeted steps, under the awning, pass through the glass
4682and mahogany doors and into the lobby. -
4683 Small shops on each side of the lobby, flower shop, gifts, candy, place to telegraph, desk to
4684reserve plane flights, the bustle of guests at the desk and the elevators, the huge potted plants, and
4685under their feet the carpeting, thick and soft. . - she could smell the hotel, the many people, the
4686activity. Neon signs indicated in which direction the hotel restaurant, cocktail lounge, snack bar,
4687lay. She could barely take it all in as they crossed the lobby and at last reached the reservation desk.
4688 There was even a bookstore.
4689 While Joe signed the register, she excused herself and hurried over to the bookstore to see if they
4690had The Grasshopper. Yes, there it was, a bright stack of copies in fact, with a display sign saying
4691how popular and important it was, and of course that it was verboten in German-run regions. A
4692smiling middle-aged woman, very grandmotherly, waited on her; the book cost almost four dollars,
4693which seemed to Juliana a great deal, but she paid for it with a Reichsbank note from her new purse
4694and then skipped back to join Joe.
4695 Leading the way with their luggage, the bellboy conducted them to the elevator and then up to
4696the second floor, along the corridor — silent and warm and carpeted — to their superb,
4697breathtaking room. The bellboy unlocked the door for them, carried everything inside, adjusted the
4698window and lights; Joe tipped him and he departed, shutting the door after him.
4699 All was unfolding exactly as she wanted.
4700 'How long will we stay in Denver?' she-asked Joe, who had begun opening packages on the bed.
4701'Before we go on up to Cheyenne?'
4702 He did not answer; he had become involved in the contents of his suitcase.
4703 'One day or two?' she asked as she took off her new coat.
4704 'Do you think we could stay three?'
4705 Lifting his head Joe answered, 'We're going on tonight.'
4706 At first she did not understand; and when she did, she could not believe him. She stared at him
4707and he stared back with a grim, almost taunting expression, his face constricted with enormous
4708tension, more than she had seen in any human in her life before. He did not move; he seemed
4709paralyzed there, with his hands full of his own clothing from the suitcase, his body bent.
4710 'After we eat,' he added.
4711 She could not think of anything to say.
4712 'So wear that blue dress that cost so much,' he said. 'The one you like; the really good one — you
4713understand?' Now he began unbuttoning his shirt. 'I'm going to shave and take a good hot shower.'
4714His voice had a mechanical quality as if he were speaking from miles away through some sort of
4715instrument; turning, he walked toward the bathroom with stiff, jerky steps.
4716 With difficulty she managed to say, 'It's too late tonight.'
4717 'No. We'll be through dinner around five-thirty, six at the latest. We can get up to Cheyenne in
4718two, two and a half hours. That's only eight-thirty. Say nine at the latest. We can phone from here,
4719tell Abendsen we're coming; explain the situation. That'll make- an impression, a long-distance call.
4720Say this — we're flying to the West Coast; we're in Denver only tonight. But we're so enthusiastic
4721about his book we're going to drive up to Cheyenne and drive back again tonight, just for a chance
4722to — '
4723 She broke in, 'Why?'
4724 Tears began to surge up into her eyes, and she found herself doubling up her fists, with the
4725thumbs inside, as she had done as a child; she felt her jaw wobble, and when she spoke her voice
4726could hardly be heard. 'I don't want to go and see him tonight; I'm not going. I don't want to at all,
4727even tomorrow. I just want to see the sights here. Like you promised me.' And as she spoke, the
4728dread once more reappeared and settled on her chest, the peculiar blind panic that had scarcely
4729gone away, even in the brightest of moments with him. It rose to the top and commanded her; she
4730felt it quivering in her face, shining out so that he could easily take note of it.
4731 Joe said, 'We'll buzz up there and then afterward when we come back — we'll take in the sights
4732here.' He spoke reasonably, and yet still with the stark deadness as if he were reciting.
4733 'No,' she said.
4734 'Put on that blue dress.' He rummaged around among the parcels until he found it in the largest
4735box. He carefully removed the cord, got out the dress, laid it on the bed with precision; he did not
4736hurry. 'Okay? You'll be a knockout. Listen, we'll buy a bottle of high-price Scotch and take it along.
4737That Vat 69.'
4738 Frank, she thought. Help me. I'm in something I don't understand.
4739 'It's much farther,' she answered, 'than you realize. I looked on the map. It'll be real late when we
4740get there, more like eleven or past midnight.'
4741 He said, 'Put on the dress or I'll kill you.'
4742 Closing her eyes, she began to giggle. My training, she thought. It was true, after all; now we'll
4743see. Can he kill me or can't I pinch a nerve in his back and cripple him for life? But he fought those
4744British commandoes; he's gone through this already, many years ago.
4745 'I know you maybe can throw me,' Joe said. 'Or maybe not.'
4746 'Not throw you,' she said. 'Maim you permanently. I actually can. I lived out on the West Coast.
4747The Japs taught me, up in Seattle. You go on to Cheyenne if you want to and leave me here. Don't
4748try to force me. I'm scared of you and I'll try.' Her voice broke. 'I'll try to get you so bad, if you
4749come at me.'
4750 'Oh come on — put on the goddam dress! What's this all about? You must be nuts, talking like
4751that about killing and maiming, just because I want you to hop in the car after dinner and drive up
4752the autobahn with me and see this fellow whose book you — '
4753 A knock at the door.
4754 Joe stalked to it and opened it. A uniformed boy in the corridor said, 'Valet service. You inquired
4755at the desk, sir.'
4756 'Oh yes,' Joe said, striding to the bed; he gathered up the new white shirts which he had bought
4757and carried them to the bellboy. 'Can you get them back in half an hour?'
4758 'Just ironing out the folds,' the boy said, examining them. 'Not cleaning. Yes, I'm sure they can,
4759sir.'
4760 As Joe shut the door, Juliana said, 'How did you know a new white shirt can't be worn until it's
4761pressed?'
4762 He said nothing; he shrugged.
4763 'I had forgotten,' Juliana said. 'And a woman ought to know . . . when you take them out of the
4764cellophane they're all wrinkled.'
4765 'When I was younger I used to dress up and go out a lot.'
4766 'How did you know the hotel had valet service? I didn't know it. Did you really have your hair
4767cut and dyed? I think your hair always was blond, and you were wearing a hairpiece. Isn't that so?'
4768 Again he shrugged.
4769 'You must be an SD man,' she said. 'Posing as a wop truck driver. You never fought in North
4770Africa, did you? You're supposed to come up here to kill Abendsen; isn't that so? I know it is. I
4771guess I'm pretty dumb.' She felt dried-up, withered.
4772 After an interval, Joe said, 'Sure! fought in North Africa. Maybe not with Pardi's artillery battery.
4773With the Brandenburgers.' He added, 'Wehrmacht kommando. Infiltrated British HQs. I don't see
4774what difference it makes; we saw plenty of action. And I was at Cairo; I earned the medal and a
4775battlefield citation. Corporal.'
4776 'Is that fountain pen a weapon?'
4777 He did not answer.
4778 'A bomb,' she realized suddenly, saying it aloud. 'A booby-trap kind of bomb, that's wired so it'll
4779explode when someone touches it.'
4780 'No,' he said. 'What you saw is a two-watt transmitter and receiver. So I can keep in radio
4781contact. In case there's a change of plan, what with the day-by-day political situation in Berlin.'
4782 'You check in with them just before you do it. To be sure.'
4783 He nodded.
4784 'You're not Italian; you're a German.'
4785 'Swiss.'
4786 She said, 'My husband is a Jew.'
4787 'I don't care what your husband is. All I want is for you to put on that dress and fix yourself up so
4788we can go to dinner. Fix your hair somehow; I wish you could have gotten to the hairdresser's.
4789Possibly the hotel beauty salon is still open. You could do that while I wait for my shirts and take
4790my shower.'
4791 'How are you going to kill him?'
4792 Joe said, 'Please put on the new dress, Juliana. I'll phone down and ask about the hairdresser.' He
4793walked over to the room phone.
4794 'Why do you need me along?'
4795 Dialing, Joe said, 'We have a folder on Abendsen and it seems he is attracted to a certain type of
4796dark, libidinous girl. A specific Middle-Eastern or Mediterranean type.'
4797 As he talked to the hotel people, Juliana went over to the bed and lay down. She shut her eyes
4798and put her arm across her face.
4799 'They do have a hairdresser,' Joe said when he had hung up the phone. 'And she can take care of
4800you right away. You go down to the salon; it's on the mezzanine.' He handed her something;
4801opening her eyes she saw that it was more Reichsbank notes. 'To pay her.'
4802 She said, 'Let me lie here. Will you please?'
4803 He regarded her with a look of acute curiosity and concern.
4804 'Seattle is like San Francisco would have been,' she said, 'if there had been no Great Fire. Real
4805old wooden buildings and some brick ones, and hilly like S.F. The Japs there go back to a long time
4806before the war. They have a whole business section and houses, stores and everything, very old. It's
4807a port. This little old Jap who taught me — I had gone up there with a Merchant Marine guy, and
4808while I was there I started taking these lessons. Minoru Ichoyasu; he wore a vest and tie. He was as
4809round as a yo-yo. He taught upstairs in a Jap office building; he had that old-fashioned gold
4810lettering on his door, and a waiting room like a dentist's office. With National Geographics.'
4811 Bending over her, Joe took hold of her arm and lifted her to a sitting position; he supported her,
4812propped her up. 'What's the matter? You act like you're sick.' He peered into her face, searching her
4813features.
4814 'I'm dying,' she said.
4815 'It's just an anxiety attack. Don't you have them all the time? I can get you a sedative from the
4816hotel pharmacy. What about phenobarbital? And we haven't eaten since ten this morning. You'll be
4817all right. When we get to Abendsen's, you don't have to do a thing, only stand there with me; I'll do
4818the talking. Just smile and be companionable with me and him; stay with him and make
4819conversation with him, so that he stays with us and doesn't go off somewhere. When he sees you
4820I'm certain he'll let us in, especially with that Italian dress cut as it is. I'd let you in, myself, if I were
4821he.'
4822 'Let me go into the bathroom,' she said. 'I'm sick. Please.' She struggled loose from him. 'I'm
4823being sick — let me go.'
4824 He let her go, and she made her way across the room and into the bathroom; she shut the door
4825behind her.
4826 I can do it, she thought. She snapped the light on; it dazzled her. She squinted. I can find it. In the
4827medicine cabinet, a courtesy pack of razor blades, soap, toothpaste. She opened the fresh little pack
4828of blades. Single edge, yes. Unwrapped the new greasy blueblack blade.
4829 Water ran in the shower. She stepped in — good God; she had on her clothes. Ruined. Her dress
4830clung. Hair streaming. Horrified, she stumbled, half fell, groping her way out. Water drizzling from
4831her stockings . . . she began to cry.
4832 Joe found her standing by the bowl. She had taken her wet ruined suit off; she stood naked,
4833supporting herself on one arm, leaning and resting. 'Jesus Christ,' she said to him when she realized
4834he was there. 'I don't know what to do. My jersey suit is ruined. It's wool.' She pointed: he turned to
4835see the heap of sodden clothes.
4836 Very calmly — but his face was stricken — he said, 'Well, you weren't going to wear that
4837anyhow.' With a fluffy white hotel towel he dried her off, led her from the bathroom back to the
4838warm carpeted main room. 'Put on your underwear — get something on. I'll have the hairdresser
4839come up here; she has to, that's all there is.' Again he picked up the phone and dialed.
4840 'What did you get me in the way of pills?' she asked, when he had finished phoning.
4841 'I forgot. I'll call down to the pharmacy. No, wait;! have something. Nembutal or some damn
4842thing.' Hurrying to his suitcase, he began rummaging.
4843 When he held out two yellow capsules to her she said, 'Will they destroy me?' She accepted them
4844clumsily.
4845 'What?' he said, his face twitching.
4846 Rot my lower body, she thought. Groin to dry. 'I mean,' she said cautiously, 'weaken my
4847concentration?'
4848 'No-it's some A.G. Chemie product they give back home. I use them when I can't sleep. I'll get
4849you a glass of water.' He ran off.
4850 Blade, she thought. I swallowed it; now cuts my loins forever. Punishment. Married to a Jew and
4851shacking up with a Gestapo assassin. She felt tears again in her eyes, boiling. For all I have
4852committed. Wrecked. 'Let's go, '- she said, rising to her feet. 'The hairdresser.'
4853 'You're not dressed!' He led her, sat her down, tried to get her underpants onto her without
4854success. 'I have to get your hair fixed,' he said in a despairing voice. 'Where is that Hur, that
4855woman?'
4856 She said, speaking slowly and painstakingly, 'Hair creates bear who removes spots in nakedness.
4857Hiding, no hide to be hung with a hook. The hook from God. Hair, hear, Hur.' Pills eating.
4858Probably turpentine acid. They all met, decided dangerous most corrosive solvent to eat me forever.
4859 Staring down at her, Joe blanched. Must read into me, she thought. Reads my mind with his
4860machine, although I can't find it.
4861 'Those pills,' she said. 'Confuse and bewilder.' He said, 'You didn't take them.' He pointed to her
4862clenched fist; she discovered that she still had them there. 'You're mentally ill,' he said. He had
4863become heavy, slow, like some inert mass. 'You're very sick. We can't go.'
4864 'No doctor,' she said. 'I'll be okay.' She tried to smile; she watched his face to see if she had.
4865Reflection from his brain, caught my thoughts in rots.
4866 'I can't take you to the Abendsens',' he said. 'Not now, anyway. Tomorrow. Maybe you'll be
4867better. We'll try tomorrow. We have to.,'
4868 'May I go to the bathroom again?'
4869 He nodded, his face working, barely hearing her. So she returned to the bathroom; again she shut
4870the door. In the cabinet another blade, which she took in her right hand. She came out once more.
4871 'Bye-bye,' she said.
4872 As she opened the corridor door he exclaimed, grabbed wildly at her.
4873 Whisk. 'It is awful,' she said. 'They violate. I ought to know.' Ready for purse snatcher; the
4874various night prowlers, I can certainly handle. Where had this one gone? Slapping his neck, doing a
4875dance. 'Let me by,' she said. 'Don't bar my way unless you want a lesson. However, only women.'
4876Holding the blade up she went on opening the door. Joe sat on the floor, hands pressed to the side
4877of his throat. Sunburn posture. 'Good-bye,' she said, and shut the door behind her. The warm
4878carpeted corridor.
4879 A woman in a white smock, humming or singing, wheeled a cart along, head down. Gawked at
4880door numbers, arrived in front of Juliana; the woman lifted her head, and her eyes popped and her
4881mouth fell.
4882 'Oh sweetie,' she said, 'you really are tight; you need a lot more than a hairdresser — you go right
4883back inside your room and get your clothes on before they throw you out of this hotel. My good
4884lord.' She opened the door behind Juliana. 'Have your man sober you up; I'll have room service
4885send up hot coffee. Please now, get into your room.' Pushing Juliana back into the room, the
4886woman slammed the door after her and the sound of her cart diminished.
4887 Hairdresser lady, Juliana realized. Looking down, she saw that she did have nothing on; the
4888woman had been correct.
4889 'Joe,' she said. 'They won't let me.' She found the bed, found her suitcase, opened it, spilled out
4890clothes. Underwear, then blouse and skirt . . . pair of low-heeled shoes. 'Made me come back,' she
4891said. Finding a comb, she rapidly combed her hair, then brushed it. 'What an experience. That
4892woman was right outside, about to knock.' Rising, she went to find the mirror. 'Is this better?'
4893Mirror in the closet door; turning, she surveyed herself, twisting, standing on tiptoe.
4894 'I'm so embarrassed,' she said, glancing around for him. 'I hardly know what I'm doing. You must
4895have given me something; whatever it was it just made me sick, instead of helping me.'
4896 Still sitting on the floor, clasping the side of his neck, Joe said, 'Listen. You're very good. You
4897cut my aorta. Artery in my neck.'
4898 Giggling, she clapped her hand to her mouth. 'Oh God — you're such a freak. I mean, you get
4899words all wrong. The aorta's in your chest; you mean the carotid.'
4900 'If I let go,' he said, 'I'll bleed out in two minutes. You know that. So get me some kind of help,
4901get a doctor or an ambulance. You understand me? Did you mean to? Evidently. Okay — you'll call
4902or go get someone?'
4903 After pondering, she said, 'I meant to.'
4904 'Well,' he said, 'anyhow, get them for me. For my sake.'
4905 'Go yourself.'
4906 'I don't have it completely closed.' Blood had seeped through his fingers, she saw, down his
4907wrist. Pool on the floor. 'I don't dare move. I have to stay here.'
4908 She put on her new coat, closed her new handmade leather purse, picked up her suitcase and as
4909many of the parcels which were hers as she could manage; in particular she made sure she took the
4910big box and the blue Italian dress tucked carefully in it. As she opened the corridor door she looked
4911back at him. 'Maybe I can tell them at the desk,' she said. 'Downstairs.'
4912 'Yes,' he said.
4913 'All right,' she said. 'I'll tell them. Don't look for me back at the apartment in Canon City because
4914I'm not going back there. And I have most of those Reichsbank notes, so I'm in good shape, in spite
4915of everything. Good-bye. I'm sorry.' She shut the door and hurried along the hall as fast as she
4916could manage, lugging the suitcase and parcels.
4917 At the elevator, an elderly well-dressed businessman and his wife helped her; they took the
4918parcels for her, and downstairs in the lobby they gave them to a bellboy for her.
4919 'Thank you,' Juliana said to them.
4920 After the bellboy had carried her suitcase and parcels across the lobby and out onto the front
4921sidewalk, she found a hotel employee who could explain to her how to get back her car. Soon she
4922was standing in the cold concrete garage beneath the hotel, waiting while the attendant brought the
4923Studebaker around. In her purse she found all kinds of change; she tipped the attendant and the next
4924she knew she was driving up a yellow-lit ramp and onto the dark street with its headlights, cars,
4925advertising neon signs.
4926 The uniformed doorman of the hotel personally loaded her luggage and parcels into the trunk for
4927her, smiling with such hearty encouragement that she gave him an enormous tip before she drove
4928away. No one tried to stop her, and that amazed her; they did not even raise an eyebrow. I guess
4929they know he'll pay, she decided. Or maybe he already did when he registered for us.
4930 While she waited with other cars for a streetlight to change, she remembered that she had not
4931told them at the desk about Joe sitting on the floor of the room needing the doctor. Still waiting up 
4932there, waiting from now on until the end of the world, or until the cleaning women showed up
4933tomorrow sometime. I better go back, she decided, or telephone. Stop at a pay phone booth.
4934 It's so silly, she thought as she drove along searching for a place to park and telephone. Who
4935would have thought an hour ago? When we signed in, when we shopped . . . we almost went on,
4936got dressed up and Went out to dinner; we might even have gotten out to the nightclub. Again she
4937had begun to cry, she discovered; tears dripped from her nose, onto her blouse, as she drove. Too
4938bad I didn't consult the oracle; it would have known and warned me. Why didn't I? Any time I
4939could have asked, any place along the trip or even before we left. She began to moan involuntarily;
4940the noise, a howling she had never heard issue out of her before, horrified her, but she could not
4941suppress it even though she clamped her teeth together. A ghastly chanting, singing, wailing, rising
4942up through her nose.
4943 When she had parked she sat with the motor running, shivering, hands in her coat pockets.
4944Christ, she said to herself miserably. Well, I guess that's the sort of thing that happens. She got out
4945of the car and dragged her suitcase from the trunk; in the back seat she opened it and dug around
4946among the clothes and shoes until she had hold of the two black volumes of the oracle. There, in
4947the back seat of the car, with the motor running, she began tossing three RMS dimes, using the
4948glare of a department store window to see by. What'll I do? she asked it. Tell me what to do; please.
4949 Hexagram Forty-two, Increase, with moving lines in the second, third, fourth and top places;
4950therefore changing to Hexagram Forty-three, Breakthrough. She scanned the text ravenously,
4951catching up the successive stages of meaning in her mind, gathering it and comprehending; Jesus, it
4952depicted the situation exactly — a miracle once more. All that had happened, there before her eyes,
4953blueprint, schematic:
4954It furthers one
4955To undertake something.
4956It furthers one to cross the great water.
4957 Trip, to go and do something important, not stay here. Now the lines. Her lips moved, seeking. . .
4958Ten pairs of tortoises cannot oppose him.
4959Constant perseverance brings good fortune.
4960The king presents him before God.
4961 Now six in the third. Reading, she became dizzy;
4962One is enriched through unfortunate events.
4963No blame, if you are sincere
4964And walk in the middle,
4965And report with a seal to the prince.
4966 The prince. . . it meant Abendsen. The seal, the new copy of his book. Unfortunate events — the
4967oracle knew what had happened to her, the dreadfulness with Joe or whatever he was. She read six
4968in the fourth place:
4969If you walk in the middle
4970And report to the prince,
4971He will follow.
4972 I must go there, she realized, even if Joe comes after me. She devoured the last moving line, nine
4973at the top:
4974He brings increase to no one.
4975Indeed, someone even strikes him.
4976He does not keep his heart constantly steady.
4977Misfortune.
4978 Oh God, she thought; It means the killer, the Gestapo people — it's telling me that Joe or
4979someone like him, someone else, will get there and kill Abendsen. Quickly, she turned to
4980Hexagram Forty-three. The judgment:
4981One must resolutely make the matter known
4982At the court of the king.
4983It must be announced truthfully. Danger.
4984It is necessary to notify one's own city.
4985It does not further to resort to arms.
4986It furthers one to undertake something.
4987 So it's no use to go back to the hotel and make sure about him; it's hopeless, because there will be
4988others sent out. Again the oracle says, even more emphatically: Get up to Cheyenne and warn
4989Abendsen, however dangerous it is to me. I must bring him the truth.
4990 She shut the volume.
4991 Getting back behind the wheel of the car, she backed out into traffic. In a short time she had
4992found her way out of downtown Denver and onto the main autobahn going north; she drove as fast
4993as the car would go, the engine making a strange throbbing noise that shook the wheel and the seat
4994and made everything in the glove compartment rattle.
4995 Thank God for Doctor Todt and his autobahns, she said to herself as she hurtled along through
4996the darkness, seeing only her own headlights and the lines marking the lanes.
4997 At ten o'clock that night because of tire trouble she had still not reached Cheyenne, so there was
4998nothing to do but pull off the road and search for a place to spend the night.
4999 An autobahn exit sign ahead of her read GREELEY FIVE MILES. I'll start out again tomorrow
5000morning, she told herself as she drove slowly along the main street of Greeley a few minutes later.
5001She saw several motels with vacancy signs lit, so there was no problem. What I must do, she
5002decided, is call Abendsen tonight and say I'm coming.
5003 When she had parked she got wearily from the car, relieved to be able to stretch her legs. All day
5004on the road, from eight in the morning on. An all-night drugstore could be made out not far down
5005the sidewalk; hands in the pockets of her coat, she walked that way, and soon she was shut up in the
5006privacy of the phone booth, asking the operator for Cheyenne information. -
5007 Their phone — thank God — was listed. She put in the quarters and the operator rang.
5008 'Hello,' a woman's voice sounded presently, a vigorous, rather pleasant younger-woman's voice;
5009a woman no doubt about her own age.
5010 'Mrs. Abendsen?' Juliana said. 'May I talk to Mr. Abendsen?'
5011 'Who is this, please?'
5012 Juliana said, 'I read his book and I drove all day up from Canon City, Colorado. I'm in Greeley
5013now. I thought I could make it to your place tonight, but I can't, so I want to know if I can see him
5014sometime tomorrow.'
5015 After a pause, Mrs. Abendsen said in a still-pleasant voice, 'Yes, it's too late, now; we go to bed
5016quite early. Was there any — special reason why you wanted to see my husband? He's working
5017very hard right now.'
5018 'I wanted to speak to him,' she said. Her own voice in her ears sounded drab and wooden; she
5019stared at the wall of the booth, unable to find anything further to say — her body ached and her
5020mouth felt dry and full of foul tastes. Beyond the phone booth she could see the druggist at the soda
5021counter serving milk shakes to four teen-agers. She longed to be there; she scarcely paid attention
5022as Mrs. Abendsen answered. She longed for some fresh, cold drink, and something like a chicken
5023salad sandwich to go with it.
5024 'Hawthorne works erratically,' Mrs. Abendsen was saying in her merry, brisk voice. 'If you drive
5025up here tomorrow I can't promise you anything, because he might be involved all day long. But if
5026you understand that before you make the trip — '
5027 'Yes,' she broke in.
5028 'I know he'll be glad to chat with you for a few minutes if he can,' Mrs. Abendsen continued. 'But
5029please don't be disappointed if by chance he can't break off long enough to talk to you or even see
5030you.'
5031 'We read his book and liked it,' Juliana said. 'I have it with me.'
5032 'I see,' Mrs. Abendsen said good-naturedly.
5033 'We stopped off at Denver and shopped, so we lost a lot of time.' No, she thought; it's all
5034changed, all different. 'Listen,' she said, 'the oracle told me to come to Cheyenne.'
5035 'Oh my,' Mrs. Abendsen said, sounding as if she knew about the oracle, and yet not taking the
5036situation seriously.
5037 'I'll give you the lines.' She had brought the oracle with her into the phone booth; propping the
5038volumes up on the shelf beneath the phone, she laboriously turned the pages. 'Just a second.' She
5039located the page and read first the judgment and then the lines to Mrs. Abendsen. When she got to
5040the nine at the top — the line about someone striking him and misfortune — she heard Mrs.
5041Abendsen exclaim. 'Pardon?' Juliana said, pausing.
5042 'Go ahead,' Mrs. Abendsen said. Her tone, Juliana thought, had a more alert, sharpened quality
5043now.
5044 After Juliana had read the judgment of the Forty-third hexagram, with the word danger in it,
5045there was silence. Mrs. Abendsen said nothing and Juliana said nothing.
5046 'Well, we'll look forward to seeing you tomorrow, then,' Mrs. Abendsen said finally. 'And would
5047you give me your name, please?'
5048 'Juliana Frink,' she said. 'Thank you very much, Mrs. Abendsen.' The operator, now, had broken
5049in to clamor about the time being up, so Juliana hung up the phone, collected her purse and the
5050volumes of the oracle, left the phone booth and walked over to the drugstore fountain.
5051 After she had ordered a sandwich and a Coke, and was sitting smoking a cigarette and resting,
5052she realized with a rush of unbelieving horror that she had said nothing to Mrs. Abendsen about the
5053Gestapo man or the SD man or whatever he was, that Joe Cinnadella she had left in the hotel room
5054in Denver. She simply could not believe it. I forgot! she said to herself. It dropped completely out
5055of my mind. How could that be? I must be nuts; I must be terribly sick and stupid and nuts.
5056 For a moment she fumbled with her purse, trying to find change for another call. No, she decided
5057as she started up from the stool. I can't call them again tonight; I'll let it go — it's just too goddam
5058late. I'm tired and they're probably asleep by now.
5059 She ate her chicken salad sandwich, drank her Coke, and then she drove to the nearest- motel,
5060rented a room and crept tremblingly into bed.
506114
5062Mr. Nobusuke Tagomi thought, There is no answer. No understanding. Even in the oracle. Yet I
5063must go on living day to day anyhow.
5064 I will go and find the small. Live unseen, at any rate. Until some later time when —
5065 In any case he said good-bye to his wife and left his house. But today he did not go to the Nippon
5066Times Building as usual. What about relaxation? Drive to Golden Gate Park with its zoo and fish?
5067Visit where things who cannot think nonetheless enjoy.
5068 Time. It is a long trip for the pedecab, and it gives me more time to perceive. If that can be said.
5069 But trees and zoo are not personal. I must clutch at human life. This had made me into a child,
5070although that could be good. I could make it good.
5071 The pedecab driver pumped along Kearny Street, toward downtown San Francisco. Ride cable
5072car, Mr. Tagomi thought suddenly. Happiness in clearest, almost tear-jerking voyage, object that
5073should have vanished in 1900 but is oddly yet extant.
5074 He dismissed the pedecab, walked along the sidewalk toward the nearest cable tracks.
5075 Perhaps, he thought, I can never go back to the Nippon Times Building, with its stink of death.
5076My career over, but just as well. A replacement can be found by the Board of Trade Mission
5077Activities. But Tagomi still walks, exists, recalling every detail. So nothing is accomplished.
5078 In any case the war, Operation Dandelion, will sweep us all away. No matter what we are doing
5079at the time. Our enemy, alongside whom we fought in the last war. What good did it do us? We
5080should have fought them, possibly. Or permitted them to lose, assisted their enemies, the United
5081States, Britain, Russia.
5082 Hopeless wherever one looks.
5083 The oracle enigmatic. Perhaps it has withdrawn from the world of man in sorrow. The sages
5084leaving.
5085 We have entered a Moment when we are alone. We cannot get assistance, as before. Well, Mr.
5086Tagomi thought, perhaps that too is good. Or can be made good. One must still try to find the Way.
5087 He boarded the California Street cable car, rode all the way to the end of the line. He even
5088hopped out and assisted in turning the cable car around on its wooden turntable. That, of all
5089experiences in the city, had the most meaning for him, customarily. Now the effect languished; he
5090felt the void even more acutely, due to vitiation here of all places.
5091 Naturally he rode back. But. . . a formality, he realized as he watched the streets, buildings,
5092traffic pass in reverse of before.
5093 Near Stockton he rose to get off. But at the stop, when he started to descend, the conductor
5094hailed him. 'Your briefcase, sir.'
5095 'Thank you.' He had left it on the cable car. Reaching up he accepted it, then bowed as the cable
5096car clanged into motion. Very valuable briefcase contents, he thought. Priceless Colt .44 collector's
5097item carried within. Now kept within easy reach constantly, in case vengeful hooligans of SD
5098should try to repay me as individual. One never knows. And yet — Mr. Tagomi felt that this new 
5099procedure, despite all that had occurred, was neurotic. I should not yield to it, he told himself once
5100again as he walked along carrying the briefcase. Compulsion-obsession-phobia. But he could not
5101free himself.
5102 It in my grip, I in its, he thought.
5103 Have I then lost my delighted attitude? he asked himself. Is all instinct perverted from the
5104memory of what I did? All collecting damaged, not merely attitude toward this one item? Mainstay
5105of my life . . . area, alas, where I dwelt with such relish.
5106 Hailing a pedecab, he directed the driver to Montgomery Street and Robert Childan's shop. Let
5107us find out. One thread left, connecting me with the voluntary. I possibly could manage m-y
5108anxious proclivities by a ruse: trade the gun in on more historicity sanctioned item. This gun, for
5109me, has too much subjective history . . . all of the wrong kind. But that ends with me; no one else
5110can experience it from the gun. Within my psyche only.
5111 Free myself, he decided with excitement. When the gun goes, it all leaves, the cloud of the past.
5112For it is not merely in my psyche; it is — as has always been said in the theory of historicity —
5113within the gun as well. An equation between us!
5114 He reached the store. Where I have dealt so much, he observed as he paid the driver. Both
5115business and private. Carrying the briefcase he quickly entered.
5116 There, at the cash register, Mr. Childan. Polishing with cloth some artifact.
5117 'Mr. Tagomi,' Childan said, with a bow.
5118 'Mr. Childan.' He, too, bowed.
5119 'What a surprise. I am overcome.' Childan put down the object and cloth. Around the corner of
5120the counter he came. Usual ritual, the greeting, et cetera. Yet, Mr. Tagomi felt the man today
5121somehow different. Rather — muted. An improvement, he decided. Always a trifle loud, shrill.
5122Skipping about with agitation. But this might well be a bad omen.
5123 'Mr. Childan,' Mr. Tagomi said, placing his briefcase on the counter and unzipping it, 'I wish to
5124trade in an item bought several years ago. You do that, I recollect.'
5125 'Yes,' Mr. Childan said. 'Depending on condition, for instance.' He watched alertly. -
5126 'Colt .44 revolver,' Mr. Tagomi said.
5127 They were both silent, regarding the gun as it lay in its open teakwood box -with its carton of
5128partly consumed ammunition.
5129 Shade colder by Mr. Childan. Ah, Mr. Tagomi realized. Well, so be it. 'You are not interested,'
5130Mr. Tagomi said.
5131 'No sir,' Mr. Childan said in a stiff voice.
5132 'I will not press it.' He did not feel any strength. I yield. Yin, the adaptive, receptive, holds sway
5133in me, I fear.
5134 'Forgive me, Mr. Tagomi.'
5135 Mr. Tagomi bowed, replaced the gun, ammunition, box, in his briefcase. Destiny. I must keep
5136this thing.
5137 'You seem — quite disappointed,' Mr. Childan said.
5138 'You notice.' He was perturbed; had he let his inner world out for all to view? He shrugged.
5139Certainly it was so.
5140 'Was there a special reason why you wanted to trade that item in?' Mr. Childan said.
5141 'No,' he said, once more concealing his personal world-as should be. -
5142 Mr. Childan hesitated, then said, 'I — wonder if that did emanate from my store. I do not carry
5143that item.'
5144 'I am sure,' Mr. Tagomi said. 'But it does not matter. I accept your decision; I am not offended.'
5145 'Sir,' Childan said, 'allow me to show you what has come in. Are you free for a moment?'
5146 Mr. Tagomi felt within him the old stirring. 'Something of unusual interest?'
5147 'Come, sir.' Childan led the way across the store; Mr. Tagomi followed.
5148 Within a locked glass case, on trays of black velvet, lay small metal swirls, shapes that merely
5149hinted rather than were. They gave Mr. Tagomi a queer feeling as he stooped to study.
5150 'I show these ruthlessly to each of my customers,' Robert Childan said. 'Sir, do you know what
5151these are?'
5152 'Jewelry, it appears,' Mr. Tagomi said, noticing a pin.
5153 'These are American-made. Yes of course. But, sir. These are not the old.'
5154 Mr. Tagomi glanced up.
5155 'Sir, these are the new.' Robert Childan's white, somewhat drab features were disturbed by
5156passion. 'This is the new life of my country, sir. The beginning in the form of tiny imperishable
5157seeds. Of beauty.'
5158 With due interest, Mr. Tagomi took time to examine in his own hands several of the pieces. Yes,
5159there is something new which animates these, he decided. The Law of Tao is borne out, here; when
5160yin lies everywhere, the first stirring of light is suddenly alive in the darkest depths.. . we are all
5161familiar; we have seen it happen before, as I see it here now. And yet for me they are just scraps. I
5162cannot become rapt, as Mr. R. Childan, here. Unfortunately, for both of us. But that is the case. -
5163 'Quite lovely,' he murmured, laying down the pieces. Mr. Childan said in a forceful voice, 'Sir, it
5164does not occur at once.'
5165 'Pardon?'
5166 'The new view in your heart.'
5167 'You are converted,' Mr. Tagomi said. 'I wish I could be. I am not.' He bowed.
5168 'Another time,' Mr. Childan said, accompanying him to the entrance of the store; he made no
5169move to display any alternative items, Mr. Tagomi noticed.
5170 'Your certitude is in questionable taste,' Mr. Tagomi said. 'It seems to press untowardly.'
5171 Mr. Childan did not cringe. 'Forgive me,' he said. 'But I am correct. I sense accurately in these
5172the contracted germ of the future.'
5173 'So be it,' Mr. Tagomi said. 'But your Anglo-Saxon fanaticism does not appeal to me.'
5174Nonetheless, he felt a certain renewal of hope. His own hope, in himself, 'Good day.' He bowed. 'I
5175will see you again one of these days. We can perhaps examine your prophecy.'
5176 Mr. Childan bowed, saying nothing.
5177 Carrying his briefcase, with the Colt .44 within, Mr. Tagomi departed. I go out as I came in, he
5178reflected. Still seeking. Still without what I need if I - am to return to the world.
5179 What if I had bought one of those odd, indistinct items? Kept it, reexamined, contemplated. . .
5180would I have subsequently, through it, found my way back? I doubt it.
5181 Those are for him, not me.
5182 And yet, even if one person finds his-way . . . that means there is a Way. Even if I personally fail
5183to reach it.
5184 I envy him.
5185 Turning, Mr. Tagomi started back toward the store. There in the doorway, stood Mr. Childan
5186regarding him. He had not gone back in.
5187 'Sir,' Mr. Tagomi said, 'I will buy one of those, whichever you select. I have no faith, but I am
5188currently grasping at straws.' He followed Mr. Childan through the store once more, to the glass
5189case. 'I do not believe. I will carry it about with me, looking at it at regular intervals. Once every
5190other day, for instance. After two months if I do not see — '
5191 'You may return it for full credit,' Mr. Childan said.
5192 'Thank you,' Mr. Tagomi said. He felt better. Sometimes one must try anything, he decided. It is
5193no disgrace. On the contrary, it is a sign of wisdom, of recognizing the situation.
5194 'This will calm you,' Mr. Childan said. He laid out a single small silver triangle ornamented with
5195hollow drops. Black beneath, bright and light-filled above.
5196 'Thank you,' Mr. Tagomi said.
5197 By pedecab Mr. Tagomi journeyed to Portsmouth Square, a little open park on the slope above
5198Kearny Street overlooking the police station. He seated himself on a bench in the sun. Pigeons
5199walked along the paved paths in search of food. On other benches shabby men read the newspaper
5200or dozed. Here and there others lay on the grass, nearly asleep.
5201 Bringing from his pocket the paper bag marked with the name of Mr. R. Childan's store, Mr.
5202Tagomi sat holding the paper bag with both hands, warming himself. Then he opened the bag and
5203lifted out his new possession for inspection in solitude, here in this little grass and path park of old
5204men.
5205 He held the squiggle of silver. Reflection of the midday sun, like boxtop cereal trinket, sent-away
5206acquired Jack Armstrong magnifying mirror. Or — he gazed down into it. Om as the Brahmins say.
5207Shrunk spot in which all is captured. Both, at least in hint. The size, the shape. He continued to
5208inspect dutifully.
5209 Will it come, as Mr. R. Childan prophesied? Five minutes. Ten minutes. I sit as long as I can.
5210Time, alas, will make us sell it short. What is it I hold, while there is still time?
5211 Forgive me, Mr. Tagomi thought in the direction of the squiggle. Pressure on us always to rise
5212and act. Regretfully, he began to put the thing away back in its bag. One final hopeful glance — he
5213again scrutinized with all that he had. Like child, he told himself. Imitate the innocence and faith.
5214On seashore, pressing randomly found shell to head. Hearing in its blabber the wisdom of the sea.
5215 This, with eye replacing ear. Enter me and inform what has been done, what it means, why.
5216Compression of understanding into one finite squiggle.
5217 Asking too much, and so get nothing.
5218 'Listen,' he said sotto voce to the squiggle. 'Sales warranty promised much.'
5219 If I shake it violently, like old recalcitrant watch. He did so, up and down. Or like dice in critical
5220game. Awaken the diety inside. Peradventure he sleepeth. Or he is on a journey. Titillating heavy
5221irony by Prophet Elijah. Or he is pursuing. Mr. Tagomi violently shook the silver squiggle up and
5222down in his clenched fist once more. Call him louder. Again he scrutinized.
5223 You little thing, you are empty, he thought.
5224 Curse at it, he told himself. Frighten it.
5225 'My patience is running out,' he said sotto voce.
5226 And what then? Fling you in the gutter? Breathe on it, shake it, breathe on it. Win me the game.
5227 He laughed. Addlepated involvement, here in warm sunlight. Spectacle to whoever comes along.
5228Peeking about guiltily, now. But no one saw. Old men snoozing. Measure of relief, there.
5229 Tried everything, he realized. Pleaded, contemplated, threatened, philosophized at length. What
5230else can be done?
5231 Could I but stay here. It is denied me. Opportunity will perhaps occur again. And yet, as W. S.
5232Gilbert says, such an opportunity will not occur again. Is that so? I feel it to be so.
5233 When I was a child I thought as a child. But now I have put away childish things. Now I must
5234seek in other realms. I must keep after this object in new ways.
5235 I must be scientific. Exhaust by logical analysis every entree. Systematically, in classic
5236Aristotelian laboratory manner.
5237 He put his finger in his right ear, to shut off traffic and all other distracting noises. Then he
5238tightly held the silver triangle, shellwise, to his left ear.
5239 No sound. No roar of simulated ocean, in actuality interior blood-motion noises — not even that.
5240 Then what other sense might apprehend mystery? Hearing of no use, evidently. Mr. Tagomi shut
5241his eyes and began fingering every bit of surface on the item. Not touch; his fingers told him
5242nothing. Smell. He put the silver close to his nose and inhaled. Metallic faint odor, but it conveyed
5243no meaning. Taste. Opening his mouth he sneaked the silver triangle within, popped it in like a
5244cracker, but of course refrained from chewing. No meaning, only bitter hard cold thing.
5245 He again held it in his palm.
5246 Back at last to seeing. Highest ranking of the senses: Greek scale of priority. He turned the silver
5247triangle each and every way; he viewed it from every extra rem standpoint.
5248 What do I see? he asked himself. Due to long patient painstaking study. What is clue of truth that
5249confronts me in this object?
5250 Yield, he told the silver triangle. Cough up arcane secret.
5251 Like frog pulled from depths, he thought. Clutched in fist, given command to declare what lies
5252below in the watery abyss. But here the frog does not even mock; it strangles silently, becomes
5253stone or clay or mineral. Inert. Passes back to the rigid substance familiar in its tomb world.
5254 Metal is from the earth, he thought as he scrutinized. From below: from that realm which is the
5255lowest, the most dense. Land of trolls and caves, dank, always dark. Yin world, in its most
5256melancholy aspect. World of corpses, decay and collapse. Of feces. All that has died, slipping and
5257disintegrating back down layer by layer. The daemonic world of the immutable; the time-that-was.
5258 And yet, in the sunlight, the silver triangle glittered. It reflected light. Fire, Mr. Tagomi thought.
5259Not dank or dark object at all. Not heavy, weary, but pulsing with life. The high realm, aspect of
5260yang: empyrean, ethereal. As befits work of art. Yes, that is artist's job: takes mineral rock from
5261dark silent earth transforms it into shining light-reflecting form from sky.
5262 Has brought the dead to life. Corpse turned to fiery display; the past had yielded to the future.
5263 Which are you? he asked the silver squiggle. Dark dead yin or brilliant living yang? In his palm,
5264the silver squiggle danced and blinded him; he squinted, seeing now only the play of fire.
5265 Body of yin, soul of yang. Metal and fire unified. The outer and inner; microcosmos in my palm.
5266 What is the space which this speaks of? Vertical ascent. To heaven. Of time? Into the light-world
5267of the mutable. Yes, this thing has disgorged its spirit: light. And my attention is fixed; I can't look
5268away. Spellbound by mesmerizing shimmering surface which I can no longer control. No longer
5269free to dismiss.
5270 Now talk to me, he told it. Now that you have snared me. I want to hear your voice issuing from
5271the blinding clear white light, such as we expect to see only in the Bardo Thodol afterlife existence.
5272But I do not have to wait for death, for the decomposition of my animus as it wanders in search of a
5273new womb. All the terrifying and beneficent deities; we will bypass them, and the smoky lights as
5274well. And the couples in coitus. Everything except this light. I am ready to face without terror.
5275Notice I do not blench.
5276 I feel the hot winds of karma driving me. Nevertheless I remain here. My training was correct: I
5277must not shrink from the clear white light, for if I do, I will once more reenter the cycle of birth and
5278death, never knowing freedom, never obtaining release. The veil of maya will fall once more if I —
5279 The light disappeared.
5280 He held the dull silver triangle only. Shadow had cut off the sun; Mr. Tagomi glanced up.
5281 Tall, blue-suited policeman standing by his bench, smiling.
5282 'Eh?' Mr. Tagomi said, startled.
5283 'I was just watching you work that puzzle.' The policeman started on along the path.
5284 'Puzzle,' Mr. Tagomi echoed. 'Not a puzzle.'
5285 'Isn't that one of those little puzzles you have to take apart? My kid has a whole lot of them.
5286Some are hard.' The policeman passed on.
5287 Mr. Tagomi thought, Spoiled. My chance at nirvana. Gone. Interrupted by that white barbarian
5288Neanderthal yank. That subhuman supposing I worked a child's puerile toy.
5289 Rising from the bench he took a few steps unsteadily. Must calm down. Dreadful low-class
5290jingoistic racist invectives, unworthy of me.
5291 Incredible unredemptive passions clashing in my breast. He made his way through the park.
5292Keep moving, he told himself. Catharsis in motion.
5293 He reached periphery of park. Sidewalk, Kearny Street. Heavy noisy traffic. Mr. Tagomi halted
5294at the curb.
5295 No pedecabs. He walked along the sidewalk instead; he joined the crowd. Never can get one
5296when you need it.
5297 God, what is that? He stopped, gaped at hideous misshapen thing on skyline. Like nightmare of
5298roller coaster suspended, blotting out view. Enormous construction of metal and cement in air.
5299 Mr. Tagomi turned to a passer-by, a thin man in rumpled suit. 'What is that?' he demanded,
5300pointing.
5301 The man grinned. 'Awful, ain't it? That's the Embarcadero Freeway. A lot of people think it
5302stinks up the view.'
5303 'I never saw it before,' Mr. Tagomi said.
5304 'You're lucky,' the man said, and went on.
5305 Mad dream, Mr. Tagomi thought. Must wake up. Where are the pedecabs today? He began to
5306walk faster. Whole vista has dull, smoky, tomb-world cast. Smell of burning. Dim gray buildings,
5307sidewalk, peculiar harsh tempo in people. And still no pedecabs.
5308 'Cab!' he shouted as he hurried along.
5309 Hopeless. Only cars and buses. Cars like brutal big crushers, all unfamiliar in shape. He avoided
5310seeing them; kept his eyes straight ahead. Distortion of my optic perception of particularly sinister
5311nature. A disturbance affecting my sense of space. Horizon twisted out of line. Like lethal
5312astigmatism striking without warning.
5313 Must obtain respite. Ahead, a dingy lunch counter. Only whites within, all supping. Mr. Tagomi
5314pushed open the wooden swinging doors. Smell of coffee. Grotesque jukebox in corner blaring out
5315he winced and made his way to the counter. All stools taken by whites. Mr. Tagomi exclaimed.
5316Several whites looked up. But none departed their places. None yielded their stools to him. They
5317merely resumed supping.
5318 'I insist!' Mr. Tagomi said loudly to the first white; he shouted in the man's ear.
5319 The man put down his coffee mug and said, 'Watch it, Tojo.'
5320 Mr. Tagomi looked to the other whites; all watched with hostile expressions. And none stirred.
5321 Bardo Thodol existence, Mr. Tagomi thought. Hot winds blowing me who knows where. This is
5322vision — of what? Can the animus endure this? Yes, the Book of the Dead prepares us: after death
5323we seem to glimpse others, but all appear hostile to us. One stands isolated. Unsuccored wherever
5324one turns. The terrible journey — and always the realms of suffering, rebirth, ready to receive the
5325fleeing, demoralized spirit. The delusions.
5326 He hurried from the lunch counter. The doors swung together behind him; - he stood once more
5327on the sidewalk.
5328 Where am I? Out of my world, my space and time.
5329 The silver triangle disoriented me. I broke from my moorings and hence stand on nothing. So
5330much for my endeavor. Lesson to me forever. One seeks to contravene one's perceptions-why? So
5331that one can wander utterly lost, without signposts or guide?
5332 This hypnagogic condition. Attention-faculty diminished so that twilight state obtains; world
5333seen merely in symbolic, archetypal aspect, totally confused with unconscious material. Typical of
5334hypnosis-induced somnambulism. Must stop this dreadful gliding among shadows; refocus
5335concentration and thereby restore ego center.
5336 He felt in his pockets for the silver triangle. Gone. Left the thing on the bench in the park, with
5337briefcase. Catastrophe.
5338 Crouching, he ran back up the sidewalk, to the park.
5339 Dozing bums eyed him in surprise as he hurried up the path. There, the bench. And leaning
5340against it still, his briefcase. No sign of the silver triangle. He hunted. Yes. Fallen through to grass;
5341it lay partly hidden. Where he had hurled it in rage.
5342 He reseated himself, panting for breath.
5343 Focus on silver triangle once more, he told himself when he could breath. Scrutinize it forcefully
5344and count. At ten, utter startling noise. Erwache, for instance.
5345 Idiotic daydreaming of fugal type, he thought. Emulation of more noxious aspects of
5346adolescence, rather than the clearheaded pristine innocence of authentic childhood. Just what I
5347deserve anyhow.
5348 All my own fault. No intention by Mr. R. Childan or artisans; my own greed to blame. One
5349cannot compel understanding to come.
5350 He counted slowly, aloud, and then jumped to his feet. 'Goddam stupidity,' he said sharply.
5351 Mists cleared?
5352 He peeped about. Diffusion subsided, in all probability. Now one appreciates Saint Paul's
5353incisive word choice
5354 seen through glass darkly not a metaphor, but astute reference to optical distortion. We really do
5355see astigmatically, in fundamental sense: our space and our time creations of our own psyche, and
5356when these momentarily falter — like acute disturbance of middle ear.
5357 Occasionally we list eccentrically, all sense of balance gone.
5358 He reseated himself, put the silver squiggle away in his coat pocket, sat holding his briefcase on
5359his lap. What I must do now, he told himself, is go and see if that malignant construction — what
5360did the man call it? Embarcadero Freeway. If it is still palpable.
5361 But he felt afraid to.
5362 And yet, he thought, I can't merely sit here. I have loads to lift, as old U.S. folk expression has it.
5363Jobs to be done.
5364 Dilemma.
5365 Two small Chinese boys came scampering noisily along the path. A flock of pigeons fluttered
5366up; the boys paused.
5367 Mr. Tagomi called, 'You, young fellows.' He dug into his pocket. 'Come here.'
5368 The two boys guardedly approached.
5369 'Here's a dime.' Mr. Tagomi tossed them a dime; the boys scrambled for it. 'Go down to Kearny
5370Street and see if there are any pedecabs. Come back and tell me.'
5371 'Will you give us another dime?' one of the boys said. 'When we get back?' 
5372 'Yes,' Mr. Tagomi said. 'But tell me the truth.'
5373 The boys raced off along the path.
5374 If there are not, Mr. Tagomi thought, I would be well advised to retire to secluded place and kill
5375myself. He clutched his briefcase. Still have the weapon; no difficulty, there.
5376 The boys came tearing back. 'Six!' one of them yelled. 'I counted six.'
5377 'I counted five,' the other boy gasped.
5378 Mr. Tagomi said, 'You're sure they were pedecabs? You distinctly saw the drivers peddling?'
5379 'Yes sir,' the boys said together.
5380 He gave each boy a dime. They thanked him and ran off.
5381 Back to office and job, Mr. Tagomi thought. He rose to his feet, gripping the handle of his
5382briefcase. Duty calls. Customary day once again.
5383 Once more he walked down the path, to the sidewalk.
5384 'Cab!' he called.
5385 From the traffic a pedecab appeared; the driver came to a halt at the curb, his dark face
5386glistening, chest heaving. 'Yes sir.'
5387 'Take me to the Nippon Times Building,' Mr. Tagomi ordered. He ascended to the seat and made
5388himself comfortable.
5389 Peddling furiously, the pedecab driver moved out among the other cabs and cars.
5390 It was slightly before noon when Mr. Tagomi reached the Nippon Times Building. From the
5391main lobby he instructed a switchboard operator to connect him with Mr. Ramsey upstairs.
5392 'Tagomi, here,' he said, when the connection was complete. -
5393 'Good morning, sir. I am relieved. Not seeing you, I apprehensively telephoned your home at ten
5394o'clock, but your wife said you had left for unknown parts.'
5395 Mr. Tagomi said, 'Has the mess been cleared?'
5396 'No sign remains.'
5397 'Beyond dispute?'
5398 ''My word, sir.'
5399 Satisfied, Mr. Tagomi hung up and went to take the elevator.
5400 Upstairs, as he entered his office, he permitted himself a momentary search. Rim of his vision.
5401No sign, as was promised. He felt relief. No one would know who hadn't seen. Historicity bonded
5402into nylon tile of floor. .
5403 Mr. Ramsey met him inside. 'Your courage is topic for panegyric down below at the Times, 'he
5404began. 'An article depicting — ' Making out Mr. Tagomi's expression he broke off.
5405 'Answer-regarding pressing matters,' Mr. Tagomi said. 'General Tedeki? That is, quondam Mr.
5406Yatabe?'
5407 'On carefully obscure flight back to Tokyo. Red herrings strewn hither and yon.' Mr. Ramsey
5408crossed his fingers, symbolizing their hope.
5409 'Please recount regarding Mr. Baynes.'
5410 'I don't know. During your absence he appeared briefly, even furtively, -but did not talk.' Mr.
5411Ramsey hesitated. 'Possibly he returned to Germany.'
5412 'Far better for him to go to the Home Islands,' Mr. Tagomi said, mostly to himself. In any case, it
5413was with the old general that their concern, of important nature, lay. And it is beyond my scope,
5414Mr. Tagomi thought. My self, my office; they made use of me here, which naturally was proper and
5415good. I was their — what is it deemed? Their cover.
5416 I am a mask, concealing the real. Behind me, hidden, actuality goes on, safe from prying eyes.
5417 Odd, he thought. Vital sometimes to be merely cardboard front, like carton. Bit of satori there, if
5418I could lay hold of it. Purpose in overall scheme of illusion, could we but fathom. Law of economy:
5419nothing is waste. Even the unreal. What a sublimity in the process.
5420 Miss Ephreikian appeared, her manner agitated. 'Mr. Tagomi. The switchboard sent me.'
5421 'Be cool, miss,' Mr. Tagomi said. The current of time urges us along, he thought.
5422 'Sir, the German consul is here. He wants to speak to you.' She glanced from him to Mr. Ramsey
5423and back, her face unnaturally pale. 'They say he was here in the building earlier, too, but they
5424knew you — '
5425 Mr. Tagomi waved her silent. 'Mr. Ramsey. Please recollect for me the consul's name.'
5426 'Freiherr Hugo Reiss, sir.'
5427 'Now I recall.' Well, he thought, evidently Mr. Childan did me a favor after all. By declining to
5428reaccept the gun.
5429 Carrying his briefcase, he left his office and walked out into the corridor.
5430 There stood a slightly built, well-dressed white. Close-cut orange hair, shiny black European
5431leather Oxfords, erect posture. And effeminate ivory cigarette holder. No doubt he.
5432 'Herr H. Reiss?' Mr. Tagomi said.
5433 The German bowed.
5434 'Has been fact,' Mr. Tagomi said, 'that you and I have in times past conducted business by mail,
5435phone, et cetera. But never until now saw face to face.'
5436 'An honor,' Herr Reiss said, advancing toward him. 'Even considering the irritatingly distressing
5437circumstances.'
5438 'I wonder,' Mr. Tagomi said.
5439 The German raised an eyebrow.
5440 'Excuse me,' Tagomi said. 'My cognition hazed over due to those indicated circumstances. Frailty
5441of clay-made substance, one might conclude.'
5442 'Awful,' Herr Reiss said. He shook his head. 'When I first — '
5443 Mr. Tagomi said, 'Before you begin litany, let me speak.'
5444 'Certainly.'
5445 'I personally shot your two SD men,' Mr. Tagomi said.
5446 'The San Francisco Police Department summoned me,' Herr Reiss said, blowing offensivesmelling
5447cigarette smoke around them both. 'For hours I've been down at the Kearny Street Station
5448and at the morgue, and then I've been reading over the account your people gave to the
5449investigating police inspectors. Absolutely dreadful, this, from start to finish.' Mr. Tagomi said
5450nothing.
5451 'However,' Herr Reiss continued, 'the contention that the hoodlums are connected with the Reich
5452hasn't been established. As far as I'm concerned the whole matter is insane. I'm sure you acted
5453absolutely properly, Mr. Tagori.'
5454 'Tagomi.'
5455 'My hand,' the consul said, extending his hand. 'Let's shake a gentlemen's agreement to drop this.
5456It's unworthy, especially in these critical times when any stupid publicity might inflame the mob
5457mind, to the detriment of both our nations' interests.'
5458 'Guilt nonetheless is on my soul,' Mr. Tagomi said. 'Blood, Herr Reiss, can never be eradicated
5459like ink.'
5460 The consul seemed nonplused.
5461 'I crave forgiveness,' Mr. Tagomi said. 'You cannot give it to me, though. Possibly no one can. I
5462intend to read famous diary by Massachusetts' ancient divine, Goodman C. Mather. Deals, I am
5463told, with guilt and hell-fire, et al.'
5464 The consul smoked his cigarette rapidly, intently studying Mr. Tagomi.
5465 'Allow me to notify you,' Mr. Tagomi said, 'that your nation is about to descend in-to greater
5466vileness than ever. You know the hexagram The Abyss? Speaking as a private person, not as
5467representative of Japan officialdom, I declare: heart sick with horror. Bloodbath coming beyond all
5468compare. Yet even now you strive for some slight egotistic gain or goal. Put one over on rival
5469faction, the SD, eh? While you get Herr B. Kreuz vom Meere in hot water — ' He could not go on.
5470His chest had become constricted. Like childhood, he thought. Asthma when angry at the old lady.
5471'I am suffering,' he told Herr Reiss, who had put out his cigarette now. 'Of malady growing these
5472long years but which entered virulent form the day I heard, helplessly, your leaders' escapades
5473recited. Anyhow, therapeutic possibility nil. For you, too, sir. In language of Goodman C. Mather,
5474if properly recalled: Repent!'
5475 The German consul said huskily, 'Properly recalled.' He nodded, lit a new cigarette with
5476trembling fingers.-
5477 From the office, Mr. Ramsey appeared. He carried a sheaf of forms and papers. To Mr. Tagomi,
5478who stood silently trying to get an unconstricted breath, he said, 'While he's here. Routine matter
5479having to do with his functionality.'
5480 Reflexively, Mr. Tagomi took the forms held out. He glanced at them. Form 20-50. Request by
5481Reich through representative in PSA, Consul Freiherr Hugo Reiss, for remand of felon now in
5482custody of San Francisco Police Department. Jew named Frank Fink, citizen — according to
5483Reichs law — of Germany, retroactive June, 1960. For protective custody under Reichs law, etc.
5484He scanned it over once.
5485 'Pen, sir,' Mr. Ramsey said. 'That concludes business with German Government this date.' He
5486eyed the consul with distaste as he held the pen to Mr. Tagomi.
5487 'No,' Mr. Tagomi said. He returned the 20-50 form to Mr. Ramsey. Then he grabbed it back,
5488scribbled on the bottom, Release. Ranking Trade Mission, S.F. authority. Vide Military Protocol
54891947. Tagomi. He handed one carbon to the German consul, the others to Mr. Ramsey along with
5490the original. 'Good day, Herr Reiss.' He bowed.
5491 The German consul bowed, too. He scarcely bothered to look at the paper.
5492 'Please conduct future business through immediate machinery such as mail, telephone, cable,'
5493Mr. Tagomi said. 'Not personally.'
5494 The consul said, 'You're holding me responsible for general conditions beyond my jurisdiction.'
5495 'Chicken shit,' Mr. Tagomi said. 'I say that to that.'
5496 'This is not the way civilized individuals conduct business,' the consul said. 'You're making this
5497all bitter and vindictive. Where it ought to be mere formality with no personality embroiled.' He
5498threw his cigarette onto the corridor floor, then turned and strode off.
5499 'Take foul stinking cigarette along,' Mr. Tagomi said weakly, but the consul had turned the
5500corner. 'Childish conduct by self,' Mr. Tagomi said to Mr. Ramsey. 'You witnessed repellent
5501childish conduct.' He made his way unsteadily back into his office. No breath at all, now. A pain
5502flowed down his left arm, and at the same time a great open palm of hand flattened and squashed
5503his ribs. Oof, he said. Before him, no carpet, but merely shower of sparks, rising, red.
5504 Help, Mr. Ramsey, he said. But no sound. Please. He reached out, stumbled. Nothing to catch,
5505even.
5506 As he fell he clutched within his coat the silver triangle thing Mr. Childan had urged on him. Did
5507not save me, he thought. Did not help. All that endeavor.
5508 His body struck the floor. Hands and knees, gasping, the carpet at his nose. Mr. Ramsey now
5509rushing about bleating. Keep equipoise, Mr. Tagomi thought.
5510 'I'm having a small heart attack,' Mr. Tagomi managed to say.
5511 Several persons were involved, now, transporting him to couch. 'Be calm, sir,' one was telling
5512him.
5513 'Notify wife, please,' Mr. Tagomi said.
5514 Presently he heard ambulance noises. Wailing from street. Plus much bustle. People coming and
5515going. A blanket was put over him, up to his armpits. Tie removed. Collar loosened.
5516 'Better now,' Mr. Tagomi said. He lay comfortably, not trying to stir. Career over anyhow, he
5517decided. German consul no doubt raise row higher up. Complain about incivility. Right to so
5518complain, perhaps. Anyhow, work done. As far as I can, my part. Rest up to Tokyo and factions in
5519Germany. Struggle beyond me in any case.
5520 I thought it was merely plastics, he thought. Important mold salesman. Oracle guessed and gave
5521clue, but — -
5522 'Remove his shirt,' a voice stated. No doubt building's physician. Highly authoritative tone; Mr.
5523Tagomi smiled. Tone is everything.
5524 Could this, Mr. Tagomi wondered, be the answer? Mystery of body organism, its own
5525knowledge. Time to quit. Or time partially to quit. A purpose, which I must acquiesce to.
5526 What had the oracle last said? To his query in the office as those two lay dying or dead. Sixtyone.
5527Inner Truth. Pigsand fishes are least intelligent of all; hard to convince. It is I. The book means
5528me. I will never fully understand; that is the nature of such creatures. Or is this Inner Truth now,
5529this that is happening to me?
5530 I will wait. I will see. Which it is.
5531 Perhaps it is both.
5532 That evening, just after the dinner meal, a police officer came to Frank Frink's cell, unlocked the
5533door, and told him to go pick up his possessions at the desk.
5534 Shortly, he found himself out on the sidewalk before the Kearny Street Station, among the many
5535passers-by hurrying along, the buses and honking cars and yelling pedecab drivers. The air was
5536cold. Long shadows lay before each building. Frank Frink stood a moment and then he fell
5537automatically in with a group of people crossing the street at the crosswalk zone.
5538 Arrested for no real reason, he thought. No purpose. And then they let me go the same way.
5539 They had not told him anything, had simply given him back his sack of clothes, wallet, watch,
5540glasses, personal articles, and turned to their next business, an elderly drunk brought in off the
5541street.
5542 Miracle, he thought. That they let me go. Fluke of some kind. By rights I should be on a plane
5543heading for Germany, for extermination.
5544 He could still not believe it. Either part, the arrest and now this. Unreal. He wandered along past
5545the closed-up shops, stepping over debris blown by the wind.
5546 New life, he thought. Like being reborn. Like, hell. Is.
5547 Who do I thank? Pray, maybe?
5548 Pray to what?
5549 I wish I understood, he said to himself as he moved along the busy evening sidewalk, by the
5550neon signs, the blaring bar doorways of Grant Avenue. I want to comprehend. I have to.
5551 But he knew he never would.
5552 Just be glad, he thought. And keep moving.
5553 A bit of his mind declared, And then back to Ed. I have to find my way back to the workshop,
5554down there in that basement. Pick up where I left off, making the jewelry, using my hands.
5555Working and not thinking, not looking up or trying to understand. I must keep busy. I must turn the
5556pieces out.
5557 Block by block he hurried through the darkening city. Struggling to get back as soon as possible
5558to the fixed, comprehensible place he had been.
5559 When he got there he found Ed McCarthy seated at the bench, eating his dinner. Two
5560sandwiches, a thermos of tea, a banana, several cookies. Frank Frink stood in the doorway, gasping.
5561 At last Ed heard him and turned around. 'I had the impression you were dead,' he said. He
5562chewed, swallowed rhythmically, took another bite.
5563 By the bench, Ed had their little electric heater going; Frank went over to it and crouched down,
5564warming his hands.
5565 'Good to see you back,' Ed said. He banged Frank twice on the back, then returned to his
5566sandwich. He said nothing more; the only sounds 'were the whirr of the heater fan and Ed's
5567chewing.
5568 Laying his coat over a chair, Frank collected a handful of half-completed silver segments and
5569carried them to the arbor. He screwed a wool buffing wheel onto the spindle, started up the motor;
5570he dressed the wheel with bobbing compound, put on the mask to protect his eyes, and then seated
5571on a stool began removing the fire scale from the segments, one by one.
557215
5573Captain Rudolf Wegener, at the moment traveling under the cover name Conrad Goltz, a dealer in
5574medical supplies on a wholesale basis, peered through the window of the Lufthansa ME9-E rocket
5575ship. Europe ahead. How quickly, he thought. We will be landing at Tempelhofer Feld in
5576approximately seven minutes.
5577 I wonder what I accomplished, he thought as he watched the land mass grow. It is up to General
5578Tedeki, now. Whatever he can do in the Home Islands. But at least we got the information to them.
5579We did what we could.
5580 He thought, But there is no reason to be optimistic. Probably the Japanese can do nothing to
5581change the course of German internal politics. The Goebbels Government is in power, and probably
5582will stand. After it is consolidated, it will turn once more to the notion of Dandelion. And another
5583major section of the planet will be destroyed, with its population, for a deranged, fanatic ideal.
5584 Suppose eventually they, the Nazis, destroy it all? Leave it a sterile ash? They could; they have
5585the hydrogen bomb. And no doubt they would; their thinking tends toward that Götterdämmerung.
5586They may well crave it, be actively seeking it, a final holocaust for everyone.
5587 And what will that leave, that Third World Insanity? Will that put an end to all life, of every
5588kind, everywhere? When our planet becomes a dead planet, by our own hands?
5589 He could not believe that. Even if all life on our planet is destroyed, there must be other life
5590somewhere which we know nothing of. It is impossible that ours is the only world; there must be
5591world after world unseen by us, in some region or dimension that we simply do not perceive.
5592 Even though I can't prove that, even though it isn't logical — I believe it, he said to himself.
5593 A loudspeaker said, 'Meine Damen undHerren. Achiung, bitte.'
5594 We are approaching the moment of landing, Captain Wegener said to himself. I will almost
5595surely be met by the Sicherheitsdienst. The question is: Which faction of policy will be
5596represented? The Goebbels? Or the Heydrich? Assuming that SS General Heydrich is still alive.
5597While I have been aboard this ship, he could have been rounded up and shot. Things happen fast,
5598during the time of transition in a totalitarian society. There have been, in Nazi Germany, tattered
5599lists of names over which men have pored before.
5600 Several minutes later, when the rocket ship had landed, he found himself on his feet, moving
5601toward the exit with his overcoat over his arm. Behind him and ahead of him, anxious passengers.
5602No young Nazi artist this time, he reflected. No Lotze to badger me at the last with his moronic
5603viewpoint.
5604 An airlines uniformed official — dressed, Wegener observed, like the Reichs Marshal himself —
5605assisted them all down the ramp, one by one, to the field. There, by the concourse, stood a small
5606knot of blackshirts. For me? Wegener began to walk slowly from the parked rocket ship. Over at
5607another spot men and women waiting, waving, calling . . . even some children.
5608 One of the blackshirts, a flat-faced unwinking blond fellow wearing the Waffen-SS insignia,
5609stepped smartly up to Wegener, clicked the heels of his jackboots together and saluted. 'Ich bitte
5610mich zu entschuldigen. Sind Sie nicht Kapitan Rudolf Wegener, von der Abwehr?'
5611 'Sorry,' Wegener answered. 'I am Conrad Goltz. Representing A. G. Chemikalien medical
5612supplies.' He started on past.
5613 Two other blackshirts, also Waffen-SS,came toward him. The three of them fell beside him, so
5614that although he continued on at his own pace, in his own direction, he was quite abruptly and
5615effectively under custody. Two of the Waffen SS men had sub-machine guns under their greatcoats.
5616 'You are Wegener,' one of them said as they entered the building.
5617 He said nothing.
5618 'We have a car,' the Waffen-SS man continued. 'We are instructed to meet your rocket ship,
5619contact you, and take you immediately to SS General Heydrich, who is with Sepp Dietrich at the
56200KW of the Leibstandarte Division. In particular we are not to permit you to be approached by
5621Wehrmacht or Partei persons.'
5622 Then I will not be shot, Wegener said to himself. Heydrich is alive, and in a safe location, and
5623trying to strengthen his position against the Goebbels Government.
5624 Maybe the Goebbels Government will fall after all, he thought as he was ushered into the waiting
5625SS Daimler staff sedan. A detachment of Waffen-SS suddenly shifted at night; guards at the
5626Reichskanzlei relieved, replaced. The Berlin police stations suddenly spewing forth armed SD men
5627in every direction — radio stations and power cut off, Tempeihofer closed. Rumble of hea-vy guns
5628in the darkness, along main streets.
5629 But what does it matter? Even if Doctor Goebbels is deposed and Operation Dandelion is
5630canceled? They will still exist, the blackshirts, the Partei, the schemes if not in the Orient then
5631somewhere else. On Mars and Venus.
5632 No wonder Mr. Tagomi could not go on, he thought. The terrible dilemma of our lives. Whatever
5633happens, it is evil beyond compare. Why struggle, then? Why choose? If all alternatives are the
5634same .
5635 Evidently we go on, as we always have. From day to day. At this moment we work against
5636Operation Dandelion. Later on, at another moment, we work to defeat the police. But we cannot do
5637it all at once; it is a sequence. An unfolding process. We can only control the end by making a
5638choice at each step.
5639 He thought, We can only hope. And try.
5640 On some other world, possibly it is different. Better. There are clear good and evil alternatives.
5641Not these obscure admixtures, these blends, with no proper tool by which to untangle the
5642components.
5643 We do not have the ideal world, such as we would like, where morality is easy because cognition
5644is easy. Where one can do right with no effort because he can detect the obvious.
5645 The Daimler started with Captain Wegener in the back, a blackshirt on each side, machine gun
5646on lap. Blackshirt behind the wheel.
5647 Suppose it is a deception even now, Wegener thought as the sedan moved at high speed through
5648Berlin traffic. They are not taking me to SS General Heydrich at the Leibstandarte Division 0KW;
5649they are taking me to a Partei jail, there to maim me and finally kill me. But I have chosen; I chose
5650to return to Germany; I chose to risk capture before I could reach Abwehr people and protection.
5651 Death at each moment, one avenue which is open to us at any point. And eventually we choose
5652it, in spite of ourselves. Or we give up and take it deliberately. He watched the Berlin houses pass.
5653My own Volk, he thought; you and I, again together.
5654 To the three SS men he said, 'How are things? Any recent developments in the political
5655situation? I've been away for several weeks, before Bormann' s death, in fact.'
5656 The man to his right answered, 'There's naturally plenty of hysterical mob support for the Little
5657Doctor. It was the mob that swept him into office. However, it's unlikely that when more sober
5658elements prevail they'll want to support a cripple and demagogue who depends on inflaming the
5659mass with his lies and spellbinding.'
5660 'I see,' Wegener said.
5661 It goes on, he thought. The internecine hate. Perhaps the seeds are there, in that. They will eat
5662one another at last, and leave the rest of us here and there in the world, still alive. Still enough of us
5663once more to build and hope and make a few simple plans.
5664 At one o'clock in the afternoon, Juliana Frink reached Cheyenne, Wyoming. In the downtown
5665business section, across from the enormous old train depot, she stopped at a cigar store and bought
5666two afternoon newspapers. Parked at the curb she searched until she at last found the item.
5667VACATION ENDS IN FATAL SLASHING
5668Sought for questioning concerning the fatal slashing of her husband in their swank rooms at the
5669President Garner Hotel in Denver, Mr. Joe Cinnadella of Canon City, according to hotel employees,
5670left immediately after what must have been the tragic climax of a marital quarrel. Razor blades
5671found in the room, ironically supplied as a convenience by the hotel to its guests, apparently were
5672used by Mrs. Cinnadella, described as dark, attractive, well-dressed and slender, about thirty, to
5673slash the throat of her husband, whose body was found by Theodore Ferris, hotel employee who
5674had picked up shirts from Cinnadella just half an hour earlier and was returning them as instructed,
5675only to come onto the grisly scene. The hotel suite, police said, showed signs of struggle,
5676suggesting that a violent argument had . . .
5677 So he's dead, Juliana thought as she folded up the newspaper. And not only that, they don't have
5678my name right; they don't know who I am or anything about me.
5679 Much less anxious now, she drove on until she found a suitable motel; there she made
5680arrangements for a room and carried her possessions in from the car. From now on I don't have to 
5681hurry, she said to herself. I can even wait until evening to go to the Abendsens'; that way I'll be able
5682to wear my new dress. It wouldn't do to show up during the day with it on — you just don't wear a
5683formal dress like that before dinner.
5684 And I can finish reading the book.
5685 She made herself comfortable in the motel room, turning on the radio, getting coffee from the
5686motel lunch counter; she propped herself up on the neatly made bed with the new unread clean
5687copy of The Grasshopper which she had bought at the hotel bookshop in Denver.
5688 At six-fifteen in the evening she finished the book. I wonder if Joe got to the end of it? she
5689wondered. There's so much more in it than he understood. What is it Abendsen wanted to say?
5690Nothing about his make-believe world. Am I the only one who knows? I'll bet I am; nobody else
5691really understands Grasshopper but me — they just imagine they do.
5692 Still a little shaky, she put it away in her suitcase and then put on her coat and left the motel
5693room to search for a place to eat dinner. The air smelled good and the signs and lights of Cheyenne
5694seemed particularly exciting. In front of a bar two pretty, black-eyed Indian prostitutes quarreling
5695— she slowed to watch. Many cars, shiny ones, coasted up and down the streets; the entire
5696spectacle had an aura of brightness and expectancy, of looking ahead to some happy and important
5697event, rather than back . . . back, she thought, to the stale and the dreary, the used-up and thrownaway.
5698 At an expensive French restaurant — where a man in a white coat parked customers' cars, and
5699each table had a candle burning in a huge wine goblet, and the butter was served not in squares but
5700whipped into round pale marbles — she ate a dinner which she enjoyed, and then, with plenty of
5701time to spare, strolled back toward her motel. The Reichsbank notes were almost gone, but she did
5702not care; it had no importance. He told us about our own world, she thought as she unlocked the
5703door to her motel room. This, what's around us now. In the room, she again switched on the radio.
5704He wants us to see it for what it is. And I do, and more so each moment.
5705 Taking the blue Italian dress from its carton, she laid it out scrupulously on the bed. It had
5706undergone no damage; all it needed, at most, was a thorough brushing to remove the lint. But when
5707she opened the other parcels she discovered that she had not brought any of the new half-bras from
5708Denver.
5709 'God damn it,' she said, sinking down in a chair. She lit a cigarette and sat smoking for a time.
5710 Maybe she could wear it with a regular bra. She slipped off her blouse and skirt and tried the
5711dress on. But the straps of the bra showed and so did the upper part of each cup, so that would not
5712do. Or maybe, she thought, I can go with no bra at all . . . it had been years since she had tried that .
5713. . it recalled to her the old days in high school when she had had a very small bust; she had even
5714worried about it, then. But now further maturity and her judo had made her a size thirty-eight.
5715However, she tried it without the bra, standing on a chair in the bathroom to view herself in the
5716medicine cabinet mirror.
5717 The dress displayed itself stunningly, but good lord, it was too risky. All she had to do was bend
5718over to put out a cigarette or pick up a drink — and disaster.
5719 A pin! She could wear the dress with no bra and collect the front. Dumping the contents of her
5720jewelry box onto the bed, she spread out the pins, relics which she had owned for years, given her
5721by Frank or by other men before their marriage, and the new one which Joe had gotten her in
5722Denver. Yes, a small horse-shaped silver pin from Mexico would do; she found the exact spot. So
5723she could wear the dress after all.
5724 I'm glad to get anything now, she thought to herself. So much had gone wrong; so little remained
5725anyhow of the wonderful plans.
5726 She did an extensive brushing job on her hair so that it crackled and shone, and that left only the
5727need of a choice of shoes and earrings. And then she put on her new coat, got her new handmade
5728leather purse, and set out.
5729 Instead of driving the old Studebaker, she had the motel owner phone for a taxi. While she
5730waited in the motel office she suddenly had the notion to call Frank. Why it had come to her she
5731could not fathom, but there the idea was. Why not? she asked herself. She could reverse the
5732charges; he would be overwhelmed to hear from her and glad to pay.
5733 Standing behind the desk in the office, she held the phone receiver to her ear, listening
5734delightedly to the long-distance operators talk back and forth trying to make the connection for her.
5735She could hear the San Francisco operator, far off, getting San Francisco information for the
5736number, then many pops and crackles in her ear, and at last the ringing noise itself. As she waited
5737she watched for the taxi; it should be along any time, she thought. But it won't mind waiting; they
5738expect it.
5739 'Your party does not answer,' the Cheyenne operator told her at last. 'We will put the call through
5740again later and — '
5741 'No,' Juliana said, shaking her head. It had been just a whim anyhow. 'I won't be here. Thank
5742you.' She hung up — the motel owner had been standing nearby to see that nothing would be
5743mistakenly charged to him — and walked quickly out of the office, onto the cool, dark sidewalk, to
5744stand and wait there.
5745 From the traffic a gleaming new cab coasted up to the curb and halted; the door opened and the
5746driver hopped out to hurry around.
5747 A moment later, Juliana was on her way, riding in luxury in the rear of the cab, across Cheyenne
5748to the Abendsens'.
5749 The Abendsen house was lit up and she could hear music and voices. It was a single-story stucco
5750house with many shrubs and a good deal of garden made up mostly of climbing roses. As she
5751started up the flagstone path she thought, Can I actually be there? Is this the High Castle? What
5752about the rumors and stories? The house was ordinary, well maintained and the grounds tended.
5753There was even a child's tricycle parked in the long cement driveway.
5754 Could it be the wrong Abendsen? She had gotten the address from the Cheyenne phone book, but
5755it matched the number she had called the night before from Greeley.
5756 She stepped up onto the porch with its wrought-iron railings and pressed the buzzer. Through the
5757half-open door she could make out the living room, a number of persons standing about, Venetian
5758blinds on the windows, a piano, fireplace, bookcases. . . nicely furnished, she thought. A party
5759going on? But they were not formally dressed.
5760 A boy, tousled, about thirteen, wearing a T-shirt and jeans, flung the door wide. 'Yes?'
5761 She said, 'Is — Mr. Abendsen home? Is he busy?'
5762 Speaking to someone behind him in the house, the boy called, 'Mom, she wants to see Dad.'
5763 Beside the boy appeared a woman with reddish-brown hair, possibly thirty-five, with strong,
5764unwinking gray eyes and a smile so thoroughly competent and remorseless that Juliana knew she
5765was facing Caroline Abendsen.
5766 'I called last night,' Juliana said.
5767 'Oh yes of course.' Her smile increased. She had perfect white regular teeth; Irish, Juliana
5768decided. Only Irish blood could give that jawline such femininity. 'Let me take your purse and coat.
5769This is a very good time for you; these are a few friends. What a lovely dress . . . it's House of
5770Cherubini, isn't it?' She led Juliana across the living room, to a bedroom where she laid Juliana's
5771things with the others on the bed. 'My husband is around somewhere. Look for-a tall man with
5772glasses, drinking an old-fashioned.' The intelligent light in her eyes poured out to Juliana; her lips
5773quivered — there is so much understood between us, Juliana realized. Isn't that amazing?
5774 'I drove a long way,' Juliana said.
5775 'Yes, you did. Now I see him.' Caroline Abendsen guided her back into the living room, toward a
5776group of men. 'Dear,' she called, 'come over here. This is one of your readers who is very anxious
5777to say a few words to you.'
5778 One man of the group moved, detached and approached carrying his drink. Juliana saw an
5779immensely tall man with black curly hair; his skin, too, was dark, and his eyes seemed purple or
5780brown, very softly colored behind his glasses. He wore a hand-tailored, expensive, natural fiber
5781suit, perhaps English wool; the suit augmented his wide robust shoulders with no lines of its own.
5782In all her life she had never seen a suit quite like it; she found herself staring in fascination.
5783 Caroline said, 'Mrs. Frink drove all the way up from Canon City, Colorado, just to talk to you
5784about Grasshopper.'
5785 'I thought you lived in a fortress,' Juliana said. Bending to regard her, Hawthorne Abendsen
5786smiled a meditative smile. 'Yes, we did. But we had to get up to it in an elevator and I developed a
5787phobia. I was pretty drunk when I got the phobia but as I recall it, and they tell it, I refused to stand
5788up in it because I said that the elevator cable was being hauled up by Jesus Christ, and we were
5789going all the way. And I was determined not to stand.'
5790 She did not understand.
5791 Caroline explained, 'Hawth has said as long as I've known him that when he finally sees Christ
5792he is going to sit down; he's not going to stand.'
5793 The hymn, Juliana remembered. 'So you gave up the High Castle and moved back into town,' she
5794said.
5795 'I'd like to pour you a drink,' Hawthorne said.
5796 'All right,' she said. 'But not an old-fashioned.' She had already got a glimpse of the sideboard
5797with several bottles of whiskey on it, hors d'oeuvres, glasses, ice, mixer, cherries and orange slices.
5798She walked toward it, Abendsen accompanying her. 'Just I. W. Harper over ice,' she said. 'I always
5799enjoy that. Do you know the oracle?'
5800 'No,' Hawthorne said, as he fixed her drink for her.
5801 Astounded, she said, 'The Book of Changes?'
5802 'I don't, no,' he repeated. He handed her her drink.
5803 Caroline Abendsen said, 'Don't tease her.'
5804 'I read your book,' Juliana said. 'In fact I finished it this evening. How did you know all that,
5805about the other world you wrote about?'
5806 Hawthorne said nothing; he rubbed his knuckle against his upper lip, staring past her and
5807frowning.
5808 'Did you use the oracle?' Juliana said.
5809 Hawthorne glanced at her.
5810 'I don't want you to kid or joke,' Juliana said. 'Tell me without making something witty out of it.'
5811 Chewing his lip, Hawthorne gazed down at the floor; he wrapped his arms about himself, rocked
5812back and forth on his heels. The others in the room nearby had become silent, and Juliana noticed
5813that their manner had changed. They were not happy, now, because of what she had said. But she
5814did not try to take it back or disguise it; she did not pretend. It was too important. And she had
5815come too far and done too much to accept anything less than the truth from him. -
5816 'That's — a hard question to answer,' Abendsen said finally.
5817 'No it isn't,' Juliana said.
5818 Now everyone in the room had become silent; they all watched Juliana standing with Caroline
5819and Hawthorne Abendsen.
5820 'I'm sorry,' Abendsen said, 'I can't answer right away. You'll have to accept that.'
5821 'Then why did you write the book?' Juliana said.
5822 Indicating with his drink glass, Abendsen said, 'What's that pin on your dress do? Ward off
5823dangerous anima-spirits of the immutable world? Or does it just hold everything together?'
5824 'Why do you change the subject?' Juliana said. 'Evading what I asked you, and making a
5825pointless remark like that? It's childish.'
5826 Hawthorne Abendsen said, 'Everyone has — technical secrets. You have yours; I have mine.
5827You should read my book and accept it on face value, just as I accept what I see — ' Again he
5828pointed at her with his glass. 'Without inquiring if it's genuine underneath, there, or done with wires
5829and staves and foam-rubber padding. Isn't that part of trusting in the nature of people and what you
5830see in general?' He seemed, she thought, irritable and flustered now, no longer polite, no longer a
5831host. And Caroline, she noticed out of the corner of her eye, had an expression of tense
5832exasperation; her lips were pressed together and she had stopped smiling entirely.
5833 'In your book,' Juliana said, 'you showed that there's a way out. Isn't that what you meant?'
5834 'Out,' 'he echoed ironically.
5835 Juliana said, 'You've done a lot for me; now I can see there's nothing to be afraid of, nothing to
5836want or hate or avoid, here, or run from. Or pursue.'
5837 He faced her, jiggling his glass, studying her. 'There's a great deal in this world worth the candle,
5838in my opinion.'
5839 'I understand what's going on in your mind,' Juliana said. To her it was the old and familiar
5840expression on a man's face, but it did not upset her to see it here. She no longer felt as she once had.
5841'The Gestapo file said you're attracted to women like me.'
5842 Abendsen, with only the slightest change of expression, said, 'There hasn't been a Gestapo since
58431947.'
5844 'The SD, then, or whatever it is.'
5845 'Would you explain?' Caroline said in a brisk voice.
5846 'I want to,' Juliana said. 'I drove up to Denver with one of them. They're going to show up here
5847eventually. You should go some place they can't find you, instead of holding open house here like
5848this, letting anyone walk in, the way I did. The next one who rides up here — there won't be anyone
5849like me to put a stop to him.'
5850 'You say 'the next one,' 'Abendsen said, after a pause. 'What became of the one you rode up to
5851Denver with? Why won't he show up here?'
5852 She said, 'I cut his throat.'
5853 'That's quite something.' Hawthorne said. 'To have a girl tell you that, a girl you never saw before
5854in your life.'
5855 'Don't you believe me?'
5856 He nodded. 'Sure.' He smiled at her in a shy, gentle, forlorn way. Apparently it did not even
5857occur to him not to believe her. 'Thanks,' he said.
5858 'Please hide from them,' she said.
5859 'Well,' he said, 'we did try that, as you know. As you read on the cover of the book . . . about all
5860the weapons and charged wire. And we had it written so it would seem we're still taking great
5861precautions.' His voice had a weary, dry tone.
5862 'You could at least carry a weapon,' his wife said. 'I know someday someone you invite in and
5863converse with will shoot you down, some Nazi expert paying you back; and you'll be
5864philosophizing just this way. I forsee it.'
5865 'They can get you,' Hawthorne said, 'if they want to. Charged wire and High Castle or not.'
5866 You're so fatalistic, Juliana thought. Resigned to your own destruction. Do you know that, too,
5867the way you knew the world in your book?
5868 Juliana said, 'The oracle wrote your book. Didn't it?'
5869 Hawthorne said, 'Do you want the truth?'
5870 'I want it and I'm entitled to it,' she answered, 'for what I've done. Isn't that so? You know it's so.'
5871 'The oracle,' Abendsen said, 'was sound asleep all through the writing of the book. Sound asleep
5872in the corner of the office.' His eyes showed no merriment; instead, his face seemed longer, more
5873somber than ever.
5874 'Tell her,' Caroline said. 'She's right; she's entitled to know, for what she did on your behalf.' To
5875Juliana she said, 'I'll tell you, then, Mrs. Frink. One by one Hawth made the choices. Thousands of
5876them. By means of the lines. Historic period. Subject. Characters. Plot. It took years. Hawth even
5877asked the oracle what sort of success it would be. It told him that it would be a very great success,
5878the first real one of his career. So you were right. You must use the oracle quite a lot yourself, to
5879have known.'
5880 Juliana said, 'I wonder why the oracle would write a novel. Did you ever think of asking it that?
5881And why one about the Germans and the Japanese losing the war? Why that particular story and no
5882other one? What is there it can't tell us directly, like it always has before? This must be different,
5883don't you think?'
5884 Neither Hawthorne nor Caroline said anything.
5885 'It and I,' Hawthorne said at last, 'long ago arrived at an agreement regarding royalties. If I ask it
5886why it wrote Grasshopper, I'll wind up turning my share over to it. The question implies I did
5887nothing' but the typing, and that's neither true nor decent.'
5888 'I'll ask it,' Caroline said. 'If you won't.'
5889 'It's not your question to ask,' Hawthorne said. 'Let her ask.' To Juliana he said, 'You have an —
5890unnatural mind. Are you aware of that?'
5891 Juliana said, 'Where's your copy? Mine's in my car, back at the motel. I'll get it, if you won't let
5892me use yours.'
5893 Turning, Hawthorne started off. She and Caroline followed, through the room of people, toward
5894a closed door. At the door he left them. When he re-emerged, they all saw the black-backed twin
5895volumes.
5896 'I don't use the yarrow stalks,' he said to Juliana. 'I can't get the hang of them; I keep dropping
5897them.'
5898 Juliana seated herself at a coffee table in the corner. 'I have to have paper to write on and a
5899pencil.'
5900 One of the guests brought her paper and pencil. The people in the room moved in to form a ring
5901around her and the Abendsens, listening and watching.
5902 'You may say the question aloud,' Hawthorne said. 'We have no secrets here.' -
5903 Juliana said, 'Oracle, why did you write The Grasshopper Lies Heavy? What are we supposed to
5904learn?'
5905 'You have a disconcertingly superstitious way of phrasing your question,' Hawthorne said. But he
5906had squatted down to witness the coin throwing. 'Go ahead,' he said; he handed her three Chinese
5907brass coins with holes in the center. 'I generally use these.'
5908 She began throwing the coins; she felt calm and very much herself. Hawthorne wrote down her
5909lines for her. When she had thrown the coins six times, he gazed down and said:
5910 'Sun at the top. Tui at the bottom. Empty in the center.'
5911 'Do you know what hexagram that is?' she said. 'Without using the chart?'
5912 'Yes,' Hawthorne said.
5913 'It's Chung Fu,' Juliana said. 'Inner Truth. I know without using the chart, too. And I know what
5914it means.'
5915 Raising his head, Hawthorne scrutinized her. He had now an almost savage expression. 'It
5916means, does it, that my book is true?'
5917 'Yes,' she said.
5918 With anger he said, 'Germany and Japan lost the war?'
5919 'Yes.'
5920 Hawthorne, then, closed the two volumes and rose to his feet; he said nothing.
5921 'Even you don't face it,' Juliana said.
5922 For a time he considered. His gaze had become empty, Juliana saw. Turned inward, she realized.
5923Preoccupied, by himself . . . and then his eyes became clear again; he grunted, started.
5924 'I'm not sure of anything,' he said. -
5925 'Believe,' Juliana said.
5926 He shook his head no.
5927 'Can't you?' she said. 'Are you sure?'
5928 Hawthorne Abendsen said, 'Do you want me to autograph a copy of The Grasshopper for you?'
5929 She, too, rose to her feet. 'I think I'll go,' she said. 'Thank you very much. I'm sorry if I disrupted
5930your evening. It was kind of you to let me in.' Going past him and Caroline, she made her way
5931through the ring of people, from the living room and into the bedroom where her coat and purse
5932were.
5933 As she was putting her coat on, Hawthorne appeared behind her. 'Do you know what you are?'
5934He turned to Caroline, who stood beside him. 'This girl is a dathnon. A little chthonic spirit that — '
5935He lifted his hand and rubbed his eyebrow, partially dislodginghis glasses in doing so. 'That roams
5936tirelessly over the face of the earth.' He restored his glasses in place. 'She's doing what's instinctive
5937to her, simply. expressing her being. She didn't mean to show up here and do harm; it simply
5938happened to her, just as the weather happens to us. I'm glad she came. I'm not sorry to find this out,
5939this revelation she's had through the book. She didn't know what she was going to do here or find
5940out. I think we're all of us lucky. So let's not be angry about it; okay?'
5941 Caroline said, 'She's terribly, terribly disruptive.'
5942 'So is reality,' Hawthorne said. He held out his hand to Juliana. 'Thank you for what you did in
5943Denver,' he said.
5944 She shook hands with him. 'Good night,' she said. 'Do as your wife says. Carry a hand weapon, at
5945least.'
5946 'No,' he said. 'I decided that a long time ago. I'm not going to let it bother me. I can lean on the
5947oracle now and then, if I do get edgy, late at night in particular. It's not bad in such a situation.' He
5948smiled a little. 'Actually, the only thing that bothers me any more is knowing that all these bums
5949standing around here listening and taking in everything are drinking up all the liquor in the house,
5950while we're talking.' Turning, he strode away, back to the sideboard to find fresh ice for his drink.
5951 'Where are you going now that you've finished here?' Caroline said.
5952 'I don't know.' The problem did not bother her. I must be a little like him, she thought; I won't let
5953certain things worry me no matter how important they are. 'Maybe I'll go back to my husband,
5954Frank. I tried to phone him tonight; I might try again. I'll see how I feel later on.'
5955 'Despite what you did for us, or what you say you did — '
5956 'You wish I had never come into this house,' Juliana said.
5957 'if you saved Hawthorne's life it's dreadful of me, but I'm so upset; I can't take it all in, what
5958you've said and Hawthorne has said.'
5959 'How strange,' Juliana said. 'I never would have thought the truth would make you angry.' Truth,
5960she thought. As terrible as death. But harder to find. I'm lucky. 'I thought you'd be as pleased and
5961excited as I am. It's a misunderstanding, isn't it?' She smiled, and after a pause Mrs. Abendsen
5962managed to smile back. 'Well, good night anyhow.'
5963 A moment later, Juliana was retracing her steps back down the flagstone path, into the patches of
5964light from the living room and then into the shadows beyond the lawn of the house, onto the black
5965sidewalk.
5966 She walked on without looking again at the Abendsen house and, as she walked, searching up
5967and down the streets for a cab or a car, moving and bright and living, to take her back to her motel.