THE GREEN KING (part 63)
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The Candlesticks
of Bogota
Reb held the
dagger in his hand, squeezing with his thumb to insure the direction of the
weapon. At a distance of six feet he jumped, his right foot pressed against the
hollow of the knee, his right hand hitting at eye level, while the other hand,
the one holding the weapon, struck, from top to bottom. When he felt the blade
thrust up to the guard, at the height of the epigastrium, his wrist executed an
arclike movement. Slaughter. He had accomplished the series of movements with
fantastic smoothness and rapidity.
He took two
steps back, his arms falling to his side. He had decapitated the dummy.
‘Not bad,’ said
Dov Lazarus, in his raspy voice. ‘Not too bad. Providing the sentry is deaf and
also drunk. Moreover, if he were sound asleep, it would be even better. All
this condition being met, you would have one change to slit his throat before
his screams alerted the entire British Army within a two-hundred-and-fifty-mile
radius. One change not two.’
Under the short
moustache he sported that day, his large white teeth shone as he smiled. The
moustache seemed to have grown during the night. He didn’t have it the day
before. Dov Lazarus was nearly fifty; he weighed about one eighty-five and was
only five seven. He had been born a little before the turn of the century in
Petah Tikve – the Door of Hope – the first Jewish colony in Palestine. It had
been established on the banks of the Yarkon by enlightened emigrants fleeing
the Russian pogroms. His parents had been members of the Friends of Zion, and
they had arrived, wearing babushka and boots to the knee, in 1882. He was, when
not in disguise, very fair, almost strawberry blond. His massive round
corpulence, his kind smile, his pleasant myopic gaze behind rimless glasses
gave him the most misleading appearance. He was a man of violence and only
that, driven all his life by a dark and exlusive passion. Yoel Bainish believes
that Dov Lazarus lived for a while in Ireland, and fought in Collins’s IRA, in
the United States for several years, in South America, and even in the
Klimrod’s life can be traced to contract established by Lazarus in New York and
Chicago between 1925 and 1930.
TO BE CONTINUED
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