Winter of the World

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Author: Ken Follett
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behind them.
    The reporter approached the two policemen, still dragging the Brownshirt. ‘Arrest this man,’ he said. ‘I found him robbing the office. You will find a stolen jar of coffee in
his pocket.’
    ‘Release him, please,’ said the older of the two policemen.
    Reluctantly, the reporter let the Brownshirt go.
    The second Brownshirt stood beside his colleague.
    ‘What is your name, sir?’ the policeman asked the reporter.
    ‘I am Rudolf Schmidt, chief parliamentary correspondent of
The
Democrat.

    ‘Rudolph Schmidt, I am arresting you on a charge of assaulting the police.’
    ‘Don’t be ridiculous. I caught this man stealing!’
    The policeman nodded to the two Brownshirts. ‘Take him to the station house.’
    They grabbed Schmidt by the arms. He seemed about to struggle, then changed his mind. ‘Every detail of this incident will appear in the next edition of
The Democrat
!’ he
said.
    ‘There will never be another edition,’ the policeman said. ‘Take him away.’
    A fire engine arrived and half a dozen firemen jumped out. Their leader spoke brusquely to the police. ‘We need to clear the building,’ he said.
    ‘Go back to your fire station, there’s no fire,’ said the older policeman. ‘It’s just the Storm troopers closing down a Communist magazine.’
    ‘That’s no concern of mine,’ the fireman said. ‘The alarm has been sounded, and our first task is to get everyone out, Storm troopers and all. We’ll manage without
your help.’ He led his men inside.
    Carla heard her mother say: ‘Oh, no!’ She turned and saw that Mother was staring at her typewriter, which lay on the pavement where it had fallen. The metal casing had dropped away,
exposing the links between keys and rods. The keyboard was twisted out of shape, one end of the roller had become detached, and the bell that sounded for the end of a line lay forlornly on the
ground. A typewriter was not a precious object, but Mother looked as if she might cry.
    The Brownshirts and the staff of the magazine came out of the building, herded by firemen. Sergeant Schwab was resisting, shouting angrily: ‘There’s no fire!’ The firemen just
shoved him on.
    Jochmann came out and said to Mother: ‘They didn’t have time to do much damage – the firemen stopped them. Whoever sounded the alarm did us a great service!’
    Carla had been worried that she would be reprimanded for causing a false alarm. Now she realized that she had done exactly the right thing.
    She took her mother’s hand. That seemed to jerk Mother out of her momentary fit of grief. She wiped her eyes with her sleeve, an unusual act that revealed how badly shaken she was: if
Carla had done that, she would have been told to use her handkerchief. ‘What do we do now?’ Mother never said that – she always knew what to do next.
    Carla became aware of two people standing nearby. She looked up. One was a woman about the same age as Mother, very pretty, with an air of authority. Carla knew her, but could not place her.
Beside her was a man young enough to be her son. He was slim, and not very tall, but he looked like a movie star. He had a handsome face that would have been almost too pretty except that his nose
was flattened and misshapen. Both newcomers looked shocked, and the young man was white with anger.
    The woman spoke first, and she used the English language. ‘Hello, Maud,’ she said, and the voice was distantly familiar to Carla. ‘Don’t you recognize me?’ she went
on. ‘I’m Eth Leckwith, and this is Lloyd.’
    (ii)
    Lloyd Williams found a boxing club in Berlin where he could do an hour’s training for a few pennies. It was in a working-class district called Wedding, north of the
city centre. He exercised with the Indian clubs and the medicine ball, skipped rope, hit the punch bag, and then put on a helmet and did five rounds in the ring. The club coach found him a sparring
partner, a German his own age and size – Lloyd was a
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