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He
had
been
profoundly
shocked
.
What
kind
of
man
could
destroy
an
animal
worth
six
hundred
thousand
dollars
?
Without
a
word
of
warning
.
Without
any
negotiation
to
have
the
act
,
its
order
,
countermanded
.
The
ruthlessness
,
the
sheer
disregard
for
any
values
,
implied
a
man
who
considered
himself
completely
his
own
law
,
even
his
own
God
.
And
a
man
who
backed
up
this
kind
of
will
with
the
power
and
cunning
that
held
his
own
stable
security
force
of
no
account
.
For
by
this
time
Woltz
had
learned
that
the
horse
's
body
had
obviously
been
heavily
drugged
before
someone
leisurely
hacked
the
huge
triangular
head
off
with
an
ax
.
The
men
on
night
duty
claimed
that
they
had
heard
nothing
.
To
Woltz
this
seemed
impossible
.
They
could
be
made
to
talk
.
They
had
been
bought
off
and
they
could
be
made
to
tell
who
had
done
the
buying
.
Woltz
was
not
a
stupid
man
,
be
was
merely
a
supremely
egotistical
one
.
He
had
mistaken
the
power
he
wielded
in
his
world
to
be
more
potent
than
the
power
of
Don
Corleone
.
He
had
merely
needed
some
proof
that
this
was
not
true
.
He
understood
this
message
.
That
despite
all
his
wealth
,
despite
all
his
contacts
with
the
President
of
the
United
States
,
despite
all
his
claims
of
friendship
with
the
director
of
the
FBI
,
an
obscure
importer
of
Italian
olive
oil
would
have
him
killed
.
Would
actually
have
him
killed
!
Because
he
would
n't
give
Johnny
Fontane
a
movie
part
he
wanted
.
It
was
incredible
.
People
did
n't
have
any
right
to
act
that
way
.
There
could
n't
be
any
kind
of
world
if
people
acted
that
way
.
It
was
insane
.
It
meant
you
could
n't
do
what
you
wanted
with
your
own
money
,
with
the
companies
you
owned
,
the
power
you
had
to
give
orders
.
It
was
ten
times
worse
than
communism
.
It
had
to
be
smashed
.
It
must
never
be
allowed
.
Woltz
let
the
doctor
give
him
a
very
mild
sedation
.
It
helped
him
calm
down
again
and
to
think
sensibly
.
What
really
shocked
him
was
the
casualness
with
which
this
man
Corleone
had
ordered
the
destruction
of
a
world-famous
horse
worth
six
hundred
thousand
dollars
.
Six
hundred
thousand
dollars
!
And
that
was
just
for
openers
.
Woltz
shuddered
.
He
thought
of
this
life
he
had
built
up
.
He
was
rich
.
He
could
have
the
most
beautiful
women
in
the
world
by
cooking
his
finger
and
promising
a
contract
.
He
was
received
by
kings
and
queens
.
He
lived
a
life
as
perfect
as
money
and
power
could
make
it
.
It
was
crazy
to
risk
all
this
because
of
a
whim
.
Maybe
he
could
get
to
Corleone
.
What
was
the
legal
penalty
for
killing
a
racehorse
?
He
laughed
wildly
and
his
doctor
and
servants
watched
him
with
nervous
anxiety
.
Another
thought
occurred
to
him
.
He
would
be
the
laughingstock
of
California
merely
because
someone
had
contemptuously
defied
his
power
in
such
arrogant
fashion
.
That
decided
him
.
That
and
the
thought
that
maybe
,
maybe
they
would
n't
kill
him
.
That
they
had
something
much
more
clever
and
painful
in
reserve
.
Woltz
gave
the
necessary
orders
.
His
personal
confidential
staff
swung
into
action
.
The
servants
and
the
doctor
were
sworn
to
secrecy
on
pain
of
incurring
the
studio
's
and
Woltz
's
undying
enmity
.
Word
was
given
to
the
press
that
the
racehorse
Khartoum
had
died
of
an
illness
contracted
during
his
shipment
from
England
.
Orders
were
given
to
bury
the
remains
in
a
secret
place
on
the
estate
.
Six
hours
later
Johnny
Fontane
received
a
phone
call
from
the
executive
producer
of
the
film
telling
him
to
report
for
work
the
following
Monday
.
***
That
evening
,
Hagen
went
to
the
Don
's
house
to
prepare
him
for
the
important
meeting
the
next
day
with
Virgil
Sollozzo
.
The
Don
had
summoned
his
eldest
son
to
attend
,
and
Sonny
Corleone
,
his
heavy
Cupid-shaped
face
drawn
with
fatigue
,
was
sipping
at
a
glass
of
water
.
He
must
still
be
humping
that
maid
of
honor
,
Hagen
thought
.
Another
worry
.
