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"
It
’
s
too
good
for
this
murky
hole
,
"
said
Lenz
.
"
I
’
ve
an
idea
.
.
.
.
Let
’
s
go
and
have
supper
in
the
country
somewhere
and
take
the
bottles
with
us
.
We
can
finish
them
off
in
God
’
s
great
out
-
of
-
doors
.
"
"
Excellent
!
"
We
shoved
aside
the
Cadillac
on
which
we
had
been
working
all
afternoon
,
and
disclosed
behind
it
a
queer
-
look
ing
object
on
four
wheels
:
Otto
Köster
’
s
racing
car
—
the
pride
of
the
workshop
.
Köster
had
bought
the
car
,
a
top
-
heavy
old
bus
,
at
an
auction
for
next
to
nothing
.
Connoisseurs
who
saw
it
at
the
time
pronounced
it
without
hesitation
an
interesting
specimen
for
a
transport
museum
.
Bollwies
,
wholesale
manufacturer
of
ladies
’
ready
-
made
dresses
and
incidentally
a
speedway
enthusiast
,
advised
Otto
to
convert
it
into
a
sewing
machine
.
But
Köster
was
not
to
be
discouraged
.
He
took
down
the
car
as
if
it
had
been
a
watch
,
and
worked
on
it
night
after
night
for
months
.
Then
one
evening
he
turned
up
in
it
outside
the
bar
which
we
usually
frequented
.
Bollwies
nearly
fell
over
with
laughing
when
he
saw
it
,
it
still
looked
so
funny
.
For
a
bit
of
fun
he
challenged
Otto
to
a
race
.
He
offered
two
hundred
marks
to
twenty
if
Köster
would
take
him
on
in
his
new
sports
car
—
course
ten
kilometres
,
Otto
to
have
a
kilometre
start
.
Otto
took
up
the
bet
.
But
Otto
went
one
better
.
He
refused
the
handicap
and
raised
the
odds
to
even
money
,
a
thousand
marks
each
way
.
Bollwies
,
delighted
,
offered
to
drive
him
to
a
mental
home
immediately
.
Everyone
laughed
and
prepared
to
enjoy
the
joke
.
Köster
’
s
only
response
was
to
switch
on
his
engine
.
They
set
off
to
settle
the
matter
at
once
.
Bollwies
came
back
looking
as
if
he
had
seen
the
great
sea
serpent
,
and
wrote
out
the
cheque
and
another
as
well
.
He
wanted
to
buy
the
machine
on
the
spot
.
But
Köster
just
laughed
at
him
.
He
wouldn
’
t
have
parted
with
it
for
any
money
on
earth
.
Outside
it
looked
a
terrible
wreck
,
but
inside
it
was
like
a
new
pin
.
For
daily
use
we
had
rigged
it
with
a
particularly
old
-
fashioned
body
that
had
just
happened
to
fit
;
the
paint
was
gone
,
the
mudguards
16
/
529
were
split
,
and
the
hood
was
quite
ten
years
old
!
We
could
have
done
it
better
,
of
course
.
But
we
had
a
reason
for
not
doing
so
.
"
Karl
,
"
we
christened
him
—
Karl
,
the
Road
Spook
.
Karl
was
sniffing
along
the
highway
.
"
Otto
,
"
said
I
,
"
here
comes
a
victim
.
"
A
big
Buick
hooted
impatiently
behind
us
.
He
was
overtakingus
rapidly
.
Soon
the
two
radiators
were
level
.
The
manat
the
wheel
glanced
at
us
idly
!
His
eye
surveyed
the
shabbyKarl
contemptuously
.
Then
he
looked
away
—
and
had
forgottenus
already
.
