THE GREEN KING (part 40)
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The Photographer
from Salzburg
‘Epke was
there?’
‘He was in
charge.’
‘Describe him
to me, please.’
She did. He
could very well have been one of the three men who came to Wagner’s bookshop
after his own visit.
‘And the one
you called “the boss”? The very tall and goodlooking one?’
‘he came that
night in a car with a flag on it. He said to Epke: “Take this and that” and he
told Epke to pay our wages and let us go.’
‘Where Epke
now?’
She srugged her
shoulders, a mean look of irony showing in her eyes. He almost had to push her
aside when he went back into the house. Again he raised his arms and slipped
his long fingers around the beam.
‘You are no
more than a kid,’ she remarked. ‘Why should I be afraid of you?’.
He smiled. ‘You
are afraid of me,’ he said softly. ‘Look at my face and my eyes and you will
see that you are very afraid of me. And you are right to be afraid.’ His hand
came down, holding the book. ‘I will come back and I will examine the children.
And if I find one whip mark, I will slit your throat… Did you speak with the
old man with white hair whose name was Anton and who was run over by the army
trucks?’
She looked at
the book, and maybe even more at the large hand Reb held towards her, with
terrified eyes. She nodded.
‘Not often. He
didn’t speak much.’
‘I know,’ said
Reb. But maybe he said something to you or to one of the new servants about
Johann Klimrod, my father. Try to remember please.’
TO BE CONTINUED
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