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e're not needed now。 So if you suddenly feel some need to perform some public service that is not your job； why don't you help with the garbage collection？〃
〃I want that extra day。〃
〃Why？〃 Smith was getting annoyed。
〃Would it surprise you if I told you I want to get laid。〃 Remo used hard terms； lest Smith suspect affection。
〃Anyone special？〃
〃One of the scientists。〃
〃Not that f airy？〃
〃No。 Doctor Hirshbloom。〃
〃Remo。〃 Smith's voice was suddenly harsh and imperious。 〃Stay away from her。 She's an ally and she'll be working with our people to clear up this mess。 She'll finger the targets。〃
〃She'll work better if she's well…laid。〃
〃Leave her alone。〃
〃What about the sex photographer？〃
〃All part of the same thing。 Blackmail against the government。 I tell you； it's in good hands。 Now get out of there before you get arrested for loitering。 We're closing this number。 We'll reach you。 You get lost until we do。 That's an order。〃
Remo hung up。 Screw Smith and screw CURE。 He was staying and he was having his day with Deborah。 That was it。 Insubordination。 He had peaked too long。 If he hung around； they would be after him to set him up。 But a setup is not a follow…through and he was not a part to be replaced easily。 Or was he？
Well； if it came to that； he couldn't think of a better reason to go。 Conrad MacCleary chose patriotism。 Remo Williams chose a woman。 Maybe another day； he would feel differently。 But today was today and it was August and he was going to stick it to Deborah； and then go to Henrici's Restaurant in Dayton； Ohio； for a Wednesday night meal； and keep going to Wednesday night meals until they found him。
On impulse； he dialed Dial…a…Prayer again。 A tape recording told him 〃The number you have reached is not a working number。〃
Fast。
Outside； Brewster was ing to。 The first words he said to Remo as soon as he regained his balance were 〃Are you all right； son？〃
〃Yes； Nils。 Thank you。〃。
〃Do you need help？〃
〃I。。。。〃 Remo paused。 〃Couldn't make the phone call to the police。〃
〃That's all right。 I understand。 You've been through hell。 It's a very difficult job to be security officer。〃
〃I don't know if I can； can continue in the job。 Not now。〃
〃Yes； you can；〃 Brewster said firmly。 〃Because we're doubling your salary。 You're the first policeman good enough for the job。 And that's that。 Don't say no。 I know men。 You're the first one good enough for Brewster Forum。 I'll make the phone call to the police。〃
Remo thanked Dr。 Brewster who fumbled a dime into the telephone and dialed the emergency number listed on the board above the coin slots。 He winked at Remo； made an okay sign with his right hand； and began to babble incoherently into the receiver。
Remo waved at Brewster； who was gesticulating wildly with his free hand； as he shouted into the phone： 〃Dead。 Aaah。 Dead。 Ooooh。 Help。 Dead。 Brewster Forum。 Blood。〃
And Remo sauntered off； flatfooted； off balance and laughing at himself。 The flush of relaxation might have explained why he was about to enter the first black…out period of his life。
CHAPTER TWENTY…ONE
The man once known as Dr。 Hans Frichtmann examined the new negatives。 The lighting was not as good as on the others； but it would do。 And the set was plete。 He would take pains that no illiterate cop would steal these as McCarthy must have done with the first set。 An insignificant Irish life for a brilliant plan。 Funny how a flea could clog a great engine。
〃Well； no matter。 The Jewess had been the last。 One could almost develop a fondness for the animals if they were not so annoying。
The average German had not understood。 They had reaped the benefits； but they did not want to know about the dirty work。 They had almost made the world Jew…free； and did the world appreciate it？ How did they expect them to get rid of Jews if not by gassing them and burning them？
Oh； certainly everyone at home cheered when you were on top and they did not have to get their sweet little hands dirty。 But when you lost； the shock。 No one was political。
Not when you lost。 But they had cheered you when you were winning。 Did they expect the Jews to disappear without mass killing？ Just by wishing？ Of course； it was unpleasant。 That was the price one must pay。 There were even some Jews he would have saved if he could。 Some he respected more than Germans。 But if you started making an exception here and an exception there； then where were you？ Jews。 All over。
He didn't ask for the Jews to be in the world。 He hadn't put them there。 Hadn't made them like they were。 He was building a better world。 And if it took some unpleasantness； then certain brave people would do it。 Nobody had seen the Germany he had seen or lived in the Germany he had lived in。 Chaos。 Disorder。 Der Fuhrer had ended it and given Germany back its soul。
But the Germans had failed the party and the nation。 Because they were not worthy of their heritage。 A little trouble and they collapsed； and then every one of the little hypocrites ran around saying he didn't know； he was sorry。 Well； they were not strong enough to know； only to reap the benefits。 They could have known。 The evidence was there。
Where did they think all the Jews went that disappeared in box cars？ To Grossinger's？
He had to laugh at that。 Even the generals in their cars and with their fancy servants。 Turning their heads； going through convulsions not to see the blood that he had to live through daily。 And he was a doctor。 But he was a German and a Nazi。
Their clean hands。 The swine。 Looking down on him。 How dare they； those generals？ He remembered a night at Horcher's in Berlin。 It had been furlough from the camp in Poland。 He had sent a drink to the young staff officer； sitting with his lady friend at the next table。 The drink had e back untouched。
〃What？ An officer from the Afrika Corps refusing a drink？ I've never heard of such a thing。〃
He said this with as much warmth as possible。 They were all Germans after all； especially under the new order。 He had gone through medical school； the son of a carpenter。 So the officer obviously was aristocracy。 But what did that mean now？ In the new Germany； they were all one。 One race。 The master race。
〃Will you not share a drink with a fellow officer？〃 he had asked。 And the arrogant swine had answered：
〃With a fellow officer I would。〃
That had done it。 〃You think you are so fine in here； eating the best of foods； drinking the best of wines。 Why do you live so well？ Because of me。〃
The officer had tried to ignore him。 But one could not ignore a man who refused to be ignored**
〃I see your lady friend eats delicately。 In our camps we do not have the luxury of delicacy。 We must have the gold teeth pulled out of the heads of Jews because Germany needs the money。 To pay you and put wine on your table。 The fatherland needs the hair of Jew children and the clothes of the processed people。
〃Who do you think is putting the food on that table？ I am。 By killing the inferior races so that you can live in your delicate fort。 Do you know what it is like to rip out someone's testicles？ But I must； so we will know more about reproduction for your fort。
〃Hey； high…class lady！ Have you ever seen so many people in a ditch； that the blood seeps up through the earth that covers it？ Does that go well with your chocolate mousse？ Eh？ How does that go？〃
They had left； of course。 Run away； leaving the dirty work for men strong enough to do it。 Naturally； he had been arrested that night for disorderly conduct and given a stern rebuke for his loose tongue。 But doctors were scarce。 And the SS understood； espite what was said of them after the war。
He put the negatives back in the envelope。 With these； he had just the wedge to give his new employers who； as coincidence would have it； were also building a great new world。 With these； one could easily begin to work effectively。 Oh； not to get anything major all at once； but to force a scientist to take a visit to a city in another country and just talk* about things。 These photos could enslave America's greatest brains for their entire lifetimes。
A perfect plan。 Almost ruined by that Irish cop； but salvaged。 The new policeman？ Well； he was something ？ more。 Luckier than McCarthy and better。 But still only a policeman and it was too late for him to do anything anyway。 Dr。 Hans Frichtmann allowed himself a touch of regret that he would not be around long enough to teach a final permanent lesson to Remo Pelham。
CHAPTER TWENTY…TWO
First there was the note。
Deborah was not home。 The door was unlocked； her cottage empty of her； and a note on the desk； sealed in an envelope with Remo's name on it。 The bitch。 The little Jew bitch。 That little whore Remo had been willing to die for； just to screw。 She probably gave it away for shekels。
Smith had been right。 He had been descending so fast that he was incapable of correct judgment。 She had given him a feel and sidestepped him。 Quick and neat。
Well； he would find her。 He would find Miss Quick and Neat and break her arm。 Just to let you know； baby； you ain't that good。 No。 Never mind。 He would read the note and leave。 And if he ever saw her again； he would kill her； because