think it would be better to have an
experiment to prevent pregnancy.”
Dr. Petersen came to his master’s aid.
“Will you permit me to try and explain to
them?”
When the Privy Councilor nodded he gave a
little lecture about the basic concept, the results that had been
obtained so far and the possibilities for the future. He stressed
sharply that the procedure was completely painless and that all the
animals they had worked with up to now had remained completely
healthy.
“What kind of animals?” Jenny asked.
The assistant doctor answered, “Up until now
only rats, monkeys and guinea-pigs – ”
That set her off, “Guinea-pigs!–I might be a
pig–I’ve been called an old sow! But no one has ever called me a
Guinea pig! And you, you fat headed old hedgehog, want me to allow
you to treat me like a Guinea pig?–Never, do you understand! That
is something Jenny Lehman will not do!”
The Privy Councilor tried to calm her down,
gave her another schnapps.
“You don’t understand dear child–” he
began.
But she wouldn’t let him finish.
“I understand well enough,” she said. “I
should give myself up to some greasy beast–or be inoculated with
some filthy serum–or germ–I might even end up on your vivisection
table.”
She was getting into it now, becoming
overcome with anger and passion.
“Or I should bring some monster into this
world that you can show at the circus! A child with two heads and a
rat’s tail or one that looks half Guinea pig–I know where they
abort such monstrous things–and you want to breed them. I should
give myself up for that? Let you artificially inseminate me?–Look
out old pig–here is what I think of your artificial
insemination.”
She sprang up, bent over the table and spit
into the Privy Councilor’s face. Then she raised the little glass,
quietly drank it, turned quickly around and proudly walked
away.
At the same moment Frank Braun appeared in
the door and waved for them to come outside.
“Come here Herr Doctor, come here quick!” Dr.
Petersen called out to him as he was trying to wipe the Privy
Councilor clean.
“Now what’s going on?” the attorney asked as
he stepped up to the table.
The professor squinted at him. He appeared to
be bitter and angry. The three prostitutes were shouting in
confusion as Dr. Petersen explained what had happened.
“What should we do now?” he finished.
Frank Braun shrugged his shoulders, “Do?
Nothing at all. Pay and go–nothing else–By the way, I’ve found what
we need.”
They went out. The red haired prostitute
stood in front of the door waving down a taxi with her parasol.
Frank Braun pushed her inside, then let the Privy Councilor and his
assistant climb in. He called out the address to the coachman and
climbed in with the others.
“Permit me to make introductions,” he cried.
“Miss Alma–his Excellency Privy Councilor ten Brinken–and the good
doctor Herr Karl Petersen.”
“Are you crazy?” The professor began.
“Not at all Uncle Jakob,” said the attorney
quietly. “Fräulein Alma will learn your name anyway if she stays
for a long time at your home or your clinic whether you like it or
not.”
He turned to the prostitute, “Excuse me,
Fräulein Alma. My uncle is a little old!”
He couldn’t see the Privy Councilor in the
dark but he could clearly hear how his uncle pressed his wide lips
together in impotent rage. It pleased him and he thought that his
uncle would finally loose it but he was wrong. The Privy Councilor
remained calm.
“So have you already told the young lady what
this is about? Does she understand?”
Frank Braun laughed in his face. “She has no
idea! I have not spoken a word about it, have only been with
Fräulein Alma scarcely a hundred steps from across the street–I’ve
scarcely spoken ten words with her–but I have seen how she
dances–”
“But Herr Doctor,” the assistant doctor
interrupted him. After what we have just experienced wouldn’t it
experiment to prevent pregnancy.”
Dr. Petersen came to his master’s aid.
“Will you permit me to try and explain to
them?”
When the Privy Councilor nodded he gave a
little lecture about the basic concept, the results that had been
obtained so far and the possibilities for the future. He stressed
sharply that the procedure was completely painless and that all the
animals they had worked with up to now had remained completely
healthy.
“What kind of animals?” Jenny asked.
The assistant doctor answered, “Up until now
only rats, monkeys and guinea-pigs – ”
That set her off, “Guinea-pigs!–I might be a
pig–I’ve been called an old sow! But no one has ever called me a
Guinea pig! And you, you fat headed old hedgehog, want me to allow
you to treat me like a Guinea pig?–Never, do you understand! That
is something Jenny Lehman will not do!”
The Privy Councilor tried to calm her down,
gave her another schnapps.
“You don’t understand dear child–” he
began.
But she wouldn’t let him finish.
“I understand well enough,” she said. “I
should give myself up to some greasy beast–or be inoculated with
some filthy serum–or germ–I might even end up on your vivisection
table.”
She was getting into it now, becoming
overcome with anger and passion.
“Or I should bring some monster into this
world that you can show at the circus! A child with two heads and a
rat’s tail or one that looks half Guinea pig–I know where they
abort such monstrous things–and you want to breed them. I should
give myself up for that? Let you artificially inseminate me?–Look
out old pig–here is what I think of your artificial
insemination.”
She sprang up, bent over the table and spit
into the Privy Councilor’s face. Then she raised the little glass,
quietly drank it, turned quickly around and proudly walked
away.
At the same moment Frank Braun appeared in
the door and waved for them to come outside.
“Come here Herr Doctor, come here quick!” Dr.
Petersen called out to him as he was trying to wipe the Privy
Councilor clean.
“Now what’s going on?” the attorney asked as
he stepped up to the table.
The professor squinted at him. He appeared to
be bitter and angry. The three prostitutes were shouting in
confusion as Dr. Petersen explained what had happened.
“What should we do now?” he finished.
Frank Braun shrugged his shoulders, “Do?
Nothing at all. Pay and go–nothing else–By the way, I’ve found what
we need.”
They went out. The red haired prostitute
stood in front of the door waving down a taxi with her parasol.
Frank Braun pushed her inside, then let the Privy Councilor and his
assistant climb in. He called out the address to the coachman and
climbed in with the others.
“Permit me to make introductions,” he cried.
“Miss Alma–his Excellency Privy Councilor ten Brinken–and the good
doctor Herr Karl Petersen.”
“Are you crazy?” The professor began.
“Not at all Uncle Jakob,” said the attorney
quietly. “Fräulein Alma will learn your name anyway if she stays
for a long time at your home or your clinic whether you like it or
not.”
He turned to the prostitute, “Excuse me,
Fräulein Alma. My uncle is a little old!”
He couldn’t see the Privy Councilor in the
dark but he could clearly hear how his uncle pressed his wide lips
together in impotent rage. It pleased him and he thought that his
uncle would finally loose it but he was wrong. The Privy Councilor
remained calm.
“So have you already told the young lady what
this is about? Does she understand?”
Frank Braun laughed in his face. “She has no
idea! I have not spoken a word about it, have only been with
Fräulein Alma scarcely a hundred steps from across the street–I’ve
scarcely spoken ten words with her–but I have seen how she
dances–”
“But Herr Doctor,” the assistant doctor
interrupted him. After what we have just experienced wouldn’t it
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