Chapter 22 No.22

The detachment vanished. Streets familiarized themselves.

"Ich steh auf den Standpunkt," said the politicians; and the racket of machine-guns offered an obligato.

The new garrulity that had seemed strange to Dorn lost its strangeness. It became the victrola phrases of a bewildered diplomacy. But the diplomacy was not confined to frock-coats.