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“Ah, Herr Hitler, it is good to see that you returned from Africa safe and sound.” It had taken Anton Drexler a few moments to recover from the shock of Halstead’s sudden appearance in the back room of the Alte Rosenbad, but now Drexler was standing over the table at which the other committee members sat and was smiling warmly at Halstead and Hess, who both remained near the doorway.
“Nonsense, Drexler,” Halstead shot back as he removed his coat to hand to Hess. “You have been plotting to get rid of me, in my absence.” Instead of taking a seat at the table, he ran his hands over the rumpled suit he had worn from the train station and began to pace the room.
Drexler and the seated committee members looked at one another, and then Drexler spoke again. “I beg to differ, Herr Hitler, we have had no plans to—”
“DO NOT CONTRADICT ME!” Halstead screamed as he stepped to the table and pounded his fist on its wood. “I have eyes and ears other than these!” Halstead made two “v”’s with his fingers and indicated those organs. “I know what you have been up to.” He took a step back from the table and the committee, then proceeded with a sudden calmness. “I am here to offer my resignation from the Darbeitpartei.”
It was Karl Harrer, still seated, who spoke next. “Adolf, I think I speak for the others when I say that we will refuse your offer. The Darbeitpartei needs you more than ever.” The five others nodded their heads in agreement.
Halstead allowed himself a brief smile as he approached one end of the table and rested both palms on its rough edges. “That is very reassuring, Karl,” he replied, returning the familiarity. “But in order for me to remain with the Darbeitpartei, some changes must take place immediately.”
“And what might those be?” Drexler asked hesitantly.
Halstead smiled again and took another step back. “I must become the sole leader of the party. This committee must be abolished here, tonight.”