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And
what
was
it
,
now
that
the
last
dot
had
been
put
on
that
incredible
record
,
that
journey
from
the
isolated
rustic
town
in
Austria
,
up
from
rotting
poverty
in
Vienna
,
from
the
nightmare
ordeal
of
the
trenches
,
through
political
intrigue
,
the
founding
of
the
Party
,
to
the
Chancellorship
,
to
what
for
an
instant
had
seemed
near
world
domination
?
Karl
knew
.
Bluff
.
Adolf
Hitler
had
lied
to
them
.
He
had
led
them
with
empty
words
.
It
is
not
too
late
.
We
see
your
bluff
,
Adolf
Hitler
.
And
we
know
you
for
what
you
are
,
at
last
.
And
the
Nazi
Party
,
the
dreadful
era
of
murder
and
megalomaniacal
fantasy
,
for
what
it
is
.
What
it
was
.
Turning
,
Karl
walked
away
from
the
silent
casket
…
Reiss
shut
the
book
and
sat
for
a
time
.
In
spite
of
himself
he
was
upset
.
More
pressure
should
have
been
put
on
the
Japs
,
he
said
to
himself
,
to
suppress
this
damn
book
.
In
fact
,
it
’
s
obviously
deliberate
on
their
part
.
They
could
have
arrested
this
—
whatever
his
name
is
.
Abendsen
.
They
have
plenty
of
power
in
the
Middle
West
.
What
upset
him
was
this
.
The
death
of
Adolf
Hitler
,
the
defeat
and
destruction
of
Hitler
,
the
Partei
,
and
Germany
itself
,
as
depicted
in
Abendsen
’
s
book
…
it
all
was
somehow
grander
,
more
in
the
old
spirit
than
the
actual
world
.
The
world
of
German
hegemony
.
How
could
that
be
?
Reiss
asked
himself
.
Is
it
just
this
man
’
s
writing
ability
?
They
know
a
million
tricks
,
those
novelists
.
Take
Doctor
Goebbels
;
that
’
s
how
he
started
out
,
writing
fiction
.
Appeals
to
the
base
lusts
that
hide
in
everyone
no
matter
how
respectable
on
the
surface
.
Yes
,
the
novelist
knows
humanity
,
how
worthless
they
are
,
ruled
by
their
testicles
,
swayed
by
cowardice
,
selling
out
every
cause
because
of
their
greed
—
all
he
’
s
got
to
do
is
thump
on
the
drum
,
and
there
’
s
his
response
.
And
he
laughing
,
of
course
,
behind
his
hand
at
the
effect
he
gets
.
Look
how
he
played
on
my
sentiments
,
Herr
Reiss
reflected
,
not
on
my
intellect
;
and
naturally
he
’
s
going
to
get
paid
for
it
—
the
money
’
s
there
.
Obviously
somebody
put
the
Hundsfott
up
to
it
,
instructed
him
what
to
write
.
They
’
ll
write
anything
if
they
know
they
’
ll
get
paid
.
Tell
any
bunch
of
lies
,
and
then
the
public
actually
takes
the
smelly
brew
seriously
when
its
dished
out
.
Where
was
this
published
?
Herr
Reiss
inspected
the
copy
of
the
book
.
Omaha
,
Nebraska
.
Last
outpost
of
the
former
plutocratic
U
.
S
.
publishing
industry
,
once
located
in
downtown
New
York
and
supported
by
Jewish
and
Communist
gold
.
