philip_k_dick_-_the_man_in_the_high_castle

The general inclined his head.
'Mr. Baynes, whom I have met,' Mr. Tagomisaid, 'and entertained in my home, declares himself
a Swede. Yet perusal persuades one that he is in fact a highly placed German of some sort. I say
this because — '
'Please continue.'
'Thank you. General, his agitation regarding this meeting causes me to infer a connection with
the political upheavals in the Reich.' Mr. Tagomi did not mention another fact: his awareness of the
general's failure to appear at the time anticipated.
The general said, 'Sir, now you are fishing. Not informing.' His gray eyes twinkled in fatherly
manner. No malice, there.
Mr. Tagomi accepted the rebuke. 'Sir, is my presence in this meeting merely a formality to baffle
the Nazi snoops?'
'Naturally,' the general said, 'we are interested in maintaining a certain fiction. Mr. Baynes is
representative for Tor-Am industries of Stockholm, purely businessman. And I am Shinjiro
Yatabe.'
Mr. Tagomi thought, And I am Tagomi. That part is so.
'No doubt the Nazis have scrutinized Mr. Baynes' comings and goings,' the general said. He
rested his hands on his knees, sitting bolt upright . . . as if, Mr. Tagomi thought, he were sniffing
far-off beef tea odor. 'But to demolish the fiction they must resort to legalities. That is the genuine
purpose; not to deceive, but to require the formalities in case of exposure. You see for instance that
to apprehend Mr. Baynes they must do more than merely shoot him down . . . which they could do,
were he to travel as — well, travel without this verbal umbrella.'
'I see,' Mr. Tagomi said. Sounds like a game, he decided. But they know the Nazi mentality. So I
suppose it is of use.
The desk intercom buzzed. Mr. Ramsey's voice. 'Sir, Mr. Baynes is here. Shall I send him on in?'
'Yes!' Mr. Tagomi cried.
The door opened and Mr. Baynes, sleekly dressed, his clothes all quite pressed and masterfully
tailored, his features composed, appeared.
General Tedeki rose to face him. Mr. Tagomi also rose. All three men bowed.
'Sir,' Mr. Baynes said to the general, 'I am Captain R. Wegener of the Reichs Naval Counter-
Intelligence. As understood, I represent no one but myself and certain private unnamed individuals,
no departments or bureaus of the Reich Government of any sort.'
The general said, 'Herr Wegener, I understand that you in no way officially allege representation
of any branch of the Reich Government. I am here as an unofficial private party who by virtue of
former position with the Imperial Army can be said to have access to circles in Tokyo who desire to
hear whatever you have to say.'
Weird discourse, Mr. Tagomi thought. But not unpleasant. Certain near-musical quality to it.
Refreshing relief, in fact.
They sat down.
'Without preamble,' Mr. Baynes said, 'I would like to inform you and those you have access to
that there is in advance stage in the Reich a program called Lowenzahn. Dandelion.'
'Yes,' the general said, nodding as if he had heard this before; but, Mr. Tagomi thought, he
seemed quite eager for Mr. Baynes to go on.
'Dandelion,' Mr. Baynes said, 'consists of an incident on the border between the Rocky Mountain
States and the United States.'
The general nodded, smiling slightly.