“You seem to be enjoying this,” Pug remarked to Byron, as they drove back to the hotel in dark rain from a long tiring visit to the Krupp works in Essen. “It’s interesting. Much more so than the cathedrals and the schlosses and the folk costumes,” Byron said. “This is the Germany to worry about.” Pug nodded. “Right. The German industrial plant is the pistol Hitler is pointing at the world’s head. It bears study.”
