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Dully, he proffered a handbill to a woman who refused it. But he had already let go of the paper. It fluttered to the pavement. He didn’t bother to pick it up.

Suddenly there was a vocal commotion across the plaza, outside a glass-fronted first floor office whose glowing sign read: Nationwide Ape Employment, Inc., Civic Center Branch.

Shielding his eyes against the sun’s glare, Caesar saw a number of human males, some wearing uniforms resembling the restaurant captain’s, marching around in a circle in front of the hiring agency.

Caesar plucked Armando’s sleeve, let his eyes indicate his curiosity.

“Ah, just another labor protest,” Armando shrugged. “They happen all the time.”

Caesar could just make out some of the legends on the signs carried by the pickets.

UNFAIR TO WAITERS! SLAVES ARE SCABS! HIRE MEN—NOT ANIMALS!

The commotion grew louder as the pickets noticed the approach of a chained ape whom Caesar recognized. The two handlers still held the chains that restrained the gorilla Aldo.

Caesar’s pull on the leash told Armando he wanted to go forward, to see. The circus owner scowled, then sighed reluctantly and accompanied his chimpanzee.

The waiters’ voices grew more and more angry as Caesar and Armando crossed the plaza. With a squawk, the amplified music was interrupted by one of those strident announcements: “Attention! The labor demonstration in the Civic Center Plaza will be terminated in five minutes. Repeat, the labor demonstration in the Civic Center Plaza will be terminated in five minutes. Failure to comply with this government order can result in a one-year suspension of your right to bargain collectively.”

The waiters jeered and crowded around Aldo and his handlers. The two men were vainly trying to get the gorilla into the building. As they approached, Caesar heard one of the handlers shout, “Damn it, quit pushing! We’re not taking him to the hiring agency. We’re just trying to reach an upstairs office.”

“Oh yeah?” one of the waiters challenged. “What’s his job?”

“Staff messenger for the governor. So get the hell away.”

“He’s not a very good messenger if you gotta keep him chained up!” another waiter yelled.

“We just had a little trouble today. Aldo’s edgy. And you’re not making things any easier by—for Christ’s sake get off my foot!” The handler shoved the nearest waiter. He stumbled back, propped up by his companions, who instantly surged forward again. Caesar saw a punch thrown. The first handler dodged, suddenly raised both fists in panic as he realized he’d have to fight. Finally discovering some tangible target for their anger, the yelling waiters grabbed both handlers and started kicking. and punching.

Surrounded by the noisy mob, Aldo the gorilla let out a bellow of panic. Through breaks in the melee, Caesar saw Aldo’s hands close on his own collar chains, which the handlers had released in order to defend themselves. Terrified, the powerful gorilla began to flail the lethal chains like whips.

A waiter caught one across the forehead, and shrieked as blood poured down over his eyebrows. The wrath of the pickets instantly shifted to the animal. Armando jerked Caesar’s leash, whispered: “Let’s get away. What’s the point of torturing yourself by watch—?”

He didn’t finish, because Caesar startled him by taking two angry steps forward—and pulling the leash completely out of his hand.

Armando’s brows flew upward in genuine alarm as he dashed to recapture his end of the leash. Caesar’s eyes were fixed almost hypnotically on the struggle; a struggle whose focal point had become the big, chain-flailing gorilla.

Whistles shrilled. Pairs of state security policemen came running from other sections of the plaza. Two more popped from the main doors of the building housing the hiring agency.

Six strong, the police kicked and elbowed through the press of waiters. They began beating Aldo with their truncheons, jabbing him with their prods. In a moment the gorilla was shielding his head with his arms. Caesar’s teeth ground together as the gorilla fell, bludgeoned to the pavement.

Another man ran out of the building, a young, trim black in a conservative but expensive-looking suit. He pushed waiters and policemen aside with equal unconcern.

“Stop it!” he shouted.

A policeman’s raised truncheon was torn from his fingers by the man, who finally made himself heard.

“All of you stop it—right now!”

The policeman whose truncheon had been seized checked a punch he’d been aiming at the black’s vested stomach. He recognized the man. “Mr. MacDonald!”

At the sound of the name, the other policemen ceased beating Aldo, who was now slumped on the ground, whimpering.

The policeman started an explanation. “Sir, we were just trying to—”

“I saw what you were doing,” snapped MacDonald, his brown eyes furious. “The people in the hiring agency rang upstairs and said there was trouble. It’s bad enough, trying to cave in that gorilla’s head, without adding the stupidity of doing it right under Breck’s terrace.” His glance of recrimination included the two handlers.

“Aldo’s assigned to the messenger staff,” one of the handlers panted. “We were sent to bring him in when he didn’t show up at the Sanitation Bureau with a delivery. We found him wandering in Plaza North. He’s been balky lately—”

“I wonder whose fault that is,” MacDonald said. “Sedate him and get him out of here, fast. Sometimes you people make me wonder which are the animals and which are the human beings.” And, pivoting, he stalked back to the building.

Disgusted, one policeman asked another, “Who the hell was that?”

“Take it easy. MacDonald’s the governor’s number one assistant.”

“What’s the matter, he loves apes?”

Seeing that the young black had vanished inside, the policeman allowed himself a smirk. “Doesn’t it figure?”

Caesar barely heard; his gaze was fixed on the shimmering smoked glass doors through which MacDonald had disappeared. In all the agony of the long day, the governor’s assistant had displayed the first and only sign of genuine compassion that Caesar had seen. But the crowd around the fallen gorilla—the waiters, and especially the policemen—didn’t share MacDonald’s outlook. Even the handlers looked irritated, one of them producing a hypodermic needle from his pocket. The handler bent down, brutally jabbed the needle into Aldo’s side.

Abruptly the gorilla came to life, sitting up with a shriek and flailing his chains. He whipped them right and left as the policemen jumped back, on the defensive. The waiters shouted encouragement. “Beat his hairy brains out!” “Show ’im who the hell’s boss!”

The helmeted officers needed no further prodding. Truncheons began to rise and fall, thumping Aldo’s shoulders and skull with crunching sounds. Caesar started to tremble. Just a little at first, then more violently, in response to the repeated blows rained on the gorilla.

Aldo was already feeling the effects of the injection. He swayed sluggishly as he sat on the ground, groping, trying to find the tormentors who dodged in and out, hitting harder, harder . . .

Caesar heard Aldo moan; saw blood over the gorilla’s eyes. And all the horrors of the day found release in one long, agonized cry:

“You—lousy—human—bastards!”

FOUR

Aldo the gorilla pitched over on his side, blood from his head smearing the pavement. No one noticed. The waiters, the half-dozen policemen, the handlers, a scattering of ordinary citizens drawn to the scene, had all turned in the direction of the outcry. Caesar confronted a wall of eyes—some merely curious, most hostile.

The policeman who had recognized the governor’s assistant stormed forward. “Who said that?”

Armando’s face glistened with sweat as he replied, “I did.”

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