nue and East Eighty-fifth street was locked against unwelcome invaders. Would be visitors were viewed first through a minute crack before they were admitted.
In the ante-room sat a group of hard-faced young men, idly chatting with each other but obviously placed there in readiness for possible trouble.
The ground-glass window on the door bore fresh razor marks, the only remaining evidence that the name of Anton Haegele had once been on it.
The putsch occurred at a meeting of the Friends in Turn Halle, Lexington avenue and East Eighty-fifth street, Wednesday night, when Haegele, head of the New York division of the Nazi organization and second in command in its national councils, leapt to his feet and during the course of a vitriolic attack against Schnuch, Zahne and their henchmen, declared himself leader of the Friends and demanded the resignation of the entire Schnuch-Zahne clique.
His fiery speech was greeted with stormy applause by the large audience of members.