theycotnofriendts!Theycotnomoneytopribeyou，todreatyou!\"
Theofficerliftedhisclub，andtheoldmanthrewhisleftarmuptoshieldhishead。ConradrecognizedZindau，andnowhesawtheemptysleevedangleintheairoverthestumpofhiswrist。Heheardashotinthatturmoilbesidethecar，andsomethingseemedtostrikehiminthebreast。Hewasgoingtosaytothepoliceman:\"Don\'tstrikehim!He\'sanoldsoldier!Youseehehasnohand!\"buthecouldnotspeak，hecouldnotmovehistongue。Thepolicemanstoodthere；hesawhisface:
itwasnotbad，notcruel；itwaslikethefaceofastatue，fixed，perdurable——amereimageofirresponsibleandinvoluntaryauthority。
ThenConradfellforward，piercedthroughtheheartbythatshotfiredfromthecar。
Marchheardtheshotashescrambledoutofhiscar，andatthesamemomenthesawLindaudropundertheclubofthepoliceman，wholefthimwherehefellandjoinedtherestofthesquadinpursuingtherioters。