GR translation: You would oblige me

[Mike Jing]

P369.15-28  The marshes streak away, patched with light under the milk
overcast. Negative shadows flicker white behind the edges of everything.
“Well, this is all creepy enough here, Oberst,” sez Slothrop. “You’re not
helping.”

Enzian is staring into Slothrop’s face, with something like a smile under
his beard.

“O.K. Who is after it, then?” Being enigmatic, won’t answer—is this bird
looking to be needled? “That Major Marvy,” opines Slothrop, “a-and that
Tchitcherine, too!”

Ha! That did it. Like a salute, a boot-click, Enzian’s face snaps into
perfect neutrality. “You would oblige me,” he begins, then settles for
changing the subject. “You were down in the Mittelwerke. How did Marvy’s
people seem to be getting along with the Russians?”

“Ace buddies, seemed like.”


Was Enzian going to leave when he said "You would oblige me," or was he
going to say something else before he decided to change the subject?
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