Simon's sister intervened gently. Perhaps the mention of ambulances had awakened sympathy in her S.R. soul. 'You ought to look among your own Party,' she said.
'My Party?'
'The Ghetto reactionaries—Zionists, Territorialists, Itoists, or whatever they call themselves nowadays.'
'Are there any here?' cried David eagerly.
'One heard of nothing else,' cried Simon bitterly. 'Fortunately, when the police found they weren't really emigrating to Zion or Uganda, the meetings were stopped.'
David eagerly took down names. Simon particularly recommended two young men, Grodsky and Lerkoff, who had at least the grace of Socialism.
But Grodsky, David found, had his own panacea. 'Only the S.S.'s,' he said, 'can save Israel.'
'What are S.S.'s?' David asked.
'Socialistes Sionistes.'
'But can't there be Socialism outside Zion?'