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Fritz' favor. Apart from the fact that the latter was president of the German Club, he was also a ready source for a loan every once in a while. So that now Heinz aped Fritz fanaticism and bowed his head in mock humility. Kurt, too, felt that under the present circumstances it would be better if he remained silent; and vehemently shook his head in agreement. It was only the blonde Elsa who started to launch a barrage of insulting remarks. But Fritz paid no attention to her.

"A flock of weaklings!" he barked. "You can all shoot off your mouths-but when it comes to doing something concrete-you amount to nothing!"

Elsa started to remonstrate vehemently. Fritz stared at her thoughtfully for a while, and when his own rage had somewhat subsided he made a contemptuous gesture.

"Well, well, don't get yourself all hot and bothered, my pretty," he said, running his hands over his hair. "We'll arrange everything. And," he added, "we'll arrange it the right way."

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