SECRET ARMIES
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People came up on the ancient elevator, attended to their
and left. Very few of them
affairs at the desks in front of the door,
ever went behind the enormous piles of cardboard and paper
which almost obstructed the passage to the right of the desks.
But if you turned into this passage and then turned to the left,
you came upon a wooden partition. Unless you were watching
for it you would think it a wall.
There was no indication of what was behind the partition.
There was only a shiny Yale lock in a door carefully hidden from
the eyes of casual visitors. If you knew nothing about it and tried
to open the the door, you would find it locked. If you knocked
or banged on it, there would be no answering sign from the other
side, and the young man operating the cutting machine along
side the partition would merely stare at you blankly.
But if you knocked three times quickly, paused for a split
second and then knocked once more, the door would be opened
immediately. Without the proper signal all the knocking in the
world would not help, for this was the entrance to the carefully
guarded publication rooms of the American Gentile and the
headquarters for Nazi anti-democratic activities in the Middle
West. But even more guarded than the location of the printing
plant were the goings and comings of the paper s editor, Captain
Victor DeKayville and his financial backer, Charles O Brien.
This brings me to two of the leading Nazi agents in the
United States, one of whom originally started the newspaper.
Certainly none of the American suckers who gave them money
to spread pro-Nazi propaganda knew that both were masquerad
ing under false names and that one of them is an ex-convict.
Those
social
leaders in Chicago
and San
Francisco,
whose
doors were always open to the handsome, dashing Prince Peter
Kushubue with his sad eyes and his talk of how the Bolsheviki
had
may
and family jewels in Old Russia,
be interested to learn that his Highness, the Prince, is really
confiscated his vast estates