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“Music! So that thousands watching in giant theaters could listen, too, and feel the eanda Music is visceral”

“You are right, of course, Your Majesty, I will look into it”

But there were few orchestras in the small theaters in most American towns Nor would a tinny piano do ated the likelihood that movies themselves could make their own music and learned the sorry history of those attempts

And then the strangest thing happened Semmler had already set the Donar Plan in motion to show pro-German movies to American audiences He had established the Ie men and exhibitors to control film production, distribution, and exhibition when all of a sudden — like a coh the atmosphere — ca pictures machine that actually worked

The kaiser himself had virtually predicted it, and there it was The invention that Beiderbecke and Lynds had na Pictures machine would transform movies into far more potent voices to persuade, cajole, and play on the ees would stir o to war in the name of love

Arthur Curtis got to the Kintopp an hour early for his appointment with Hans Reuter The Kino was full already with a hundred filht, watching Sarah Bernhardt He took his beer and wandered toward the screen, si a search for a closer seat while he looked for a back way out There was none — which would make a fire a precarious proposition, and the effect of Reuter betraying him even worse

The safer move would be to stay out of the Kino and nurse his beer at the bar With an unpleasant preed from the darkened theater and took a place at the bar At six forty-five, a carpenter with his toolbox in hand and sawdust on his overalls ca the entrance to the Kino and glancing occasionally at the street door, as if waiting for a friend Arthur Curtis studied the rew sharp, but it took hi to isolate the source

The sawdust hat troubled him, he realized at last German workmen were precise They swept up at the end of every day They would never step out in public covered in sawdust, even hurrying ho He was barely touching his stein to his lips

Art Curtis downed his beer, nodded a casual farewell to the barh the front doors into the street He breathed in the evening air and glanced around the bustling neighborhood of shops and tenements

As luck would have it, Hans Reuter was early He alking fast, his head down, either unconcerned that he was being followed or hoping like an ostrich that what he couldn’t see couldn’t hurt him

Curtis e chance that his initial glance at the street had correctly picked up no shadows

Reuter flinched as Art Curtis took his arm

“Let’s walk, instead”

“Why?” asked Reuter But his hunger for the ave him no choice but to let Curtis set their course