"What about Rudolph Klein? He was a nephew, wasn't he?"
"Fired," said Hutchinson laconically. "Got to spreading the
brotherhood of the world idea - sweat brothers, he calls them. But
he was mighty careful never to get in a perspiration himself."
"We might try Herman again. But I'd keep an eye on him."
So Herman was taken on at the new munition plant. He was a citizen,
he owned property, he had a record of long service behind him. And,
at first, he was minded to preserve that record intact. While he
had by now added to his rage against the Fatherland's enemies a vast
and sullen fury against invested capital, his German caution still
remained.
He would sit through fiery denunciations of wealth, nodding his
head slowly in agreement. He was perfectly aware that in Gus's
little back room dark plots were hatched. Indeed, on a certain
April night Rudolph had come up and called him onto the porch.
"In about fifteen minutes," he said, consulting his watch in the
doorway, "I'm going to show you something pretty.
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