BOOK ONE: YESTERDAY 123 school for future crooks.'" Rector Francois, disgusted as he was, had to laugh over this accumulation of nonsense. Gustav, too, laughed. He went on reading. Both men burst into gales of laughter. But Rector Franccis could not stand the reading of this un.. appetizing matter long, "I can scarcely describe to you, my dear, friend," said he, "how uncomfortable it makes me feel to listen to anything from that vile book. Without exaggera- tion, it literally turns my stomaeh." Gustav smiled and asked Schlüter, over the hause telephone, to bring some cognac. He put the Leader's book back near the "Protocols." "Is it not strange," he remarked, "that the same epoch should produce men of such diverse potentialities as the author of the book entitled My Battle and the author of the book entitled Ciuili- zation and lts Discontents? An anatomist of the coming cen- tury will, DO doubt, be able to prove a difference in develop- ment between the two brains corresponding to at least thirty thousand years." Schlüter brought the cognac, iced the glasses, and poured out the liquor. "What's the matter with you, Schlüter ?" asked Gustav. "You're looking very strange." It struck Francois, too, how haggard the quiet, deftly moving man was looking. "The clinie rang up," Schlüter said, a gloomy expression on his calm features. "My brother-in-Iaw is in a bad way. He will hardly last into the New Year." Gustav was startled. "When were you there last?" he asked. "The day before yesterday," said Schlüter. "My wife was there yesterday. He said to her: "These curs should not be allowed to get away with everything. The whole country will go to the devil if we all go on holding our tongues. Even if I were sure that all this would happen to me again, I would still give the same evidence.' " "Y Oll must go to the elinic, Schlüter," said Gustav. "Go at onee. Tell Bertha she ean go too, I don't need YOll any longer. Bring the tele-