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I'd hate to swallow one of his prescriptions." His teeth were chattering after the long exposure and he was wet through from lying in the little gutter that apparently drained off from the sink in Weintraub's prescription laboratory. He could not see what the druggist was doing in the cellar, for the man's broad back was turned toward him.
Finding the original cover of the book in Weintraub's drug store. The affair on the Bridge. The telephone message from "a friend" a friend with an obviously Teutonic voice. He remembered the face of anger and fear displayed by the Octagon chef when he had spoken to him in the elevator.
He had concluded from Weintraub's words the night before that druggist and bookseller were bound on a joint errand. Apparently he was mistaken. He bit his nails, glowered at the flying landscape, and revolved many grievous fancies in his prickling bosom.
When it was learned that the cellar of Weintraub's pharmacy contained just the information for which the Department of Justice had been looking for four years, and that the inoffensive German-American druggist had been the artisan of hundreds of incendiary bombs that had been placed on American and Allied shipping and in ammunition plants and that this same Weintraub had committed suicide when arrested on Bromfield Street in Boston the next day Gissing Street hummed with excitement.
Under the glowing effusion of the shop windows the pavement was a path of checkered brightness. In Weintraub's pharmacy they could see the pasty-faced assistant in his stained white coat serving a beaker of hot chocolate. In the stationer's shop people were looking over trays of Christmas cards. "This all seems very unreal," said Roger.
The door stood open for perhaps half a minute, and he heard a male voice Weintraub's, he thought speaking in German. For the first time in his life he yearned for the society of his German instructor at college, and also wondered in the rapid irrelevance of thought what that worthy man was now doing to earn a living.
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