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Arrest - Conversation with Mrs. Grubach - Then Miss Bürstner
Onceinhisroom,hequicklypulledopenthedrawerofhiswritingdesk,everythinginitwasverytidybutinhisagitationhewasunabletofindtheidentificationdocumentshewaslookingforstraightaway.Hefinallyfoundhisbicyclepermitandwasabouttogobacktothepolicemenwithitwhenitseemedtohimtoopetty,sohecarriedonsearchinguntilhefoundhisbirthcertificate.JustashegotbackintheadjoiningroomthedoorontheothersideopenedandMrs.Grubachwasabouttoenter.Heonlysawherforaninstant,forassoonassherecognisedK.shewasclearlyembarrassed,askedforforgivenessanddisappeared,closingthedoorbehindherverycarefully."Docomein,"K.couldhavesaidjustthen.Butnowhestoodinthemiddleoftheroomwithhispapersinhishandandstilllookingatthedoorwhichdidnotopenagain.Hestayedlikethatuntilhewasstartledoutofitbytheshoutofthepolicemanwhosatatthelittletableattheopenwindowand,asK.nowsaw,waseatinghisbreakfast."Whydidn’tshecomein?"heasked."She’snotallowedto,"saidthebigpoliceman."You’reunderarrest,aren’tyou.""ButhowcanIbeunderarrest?Andhowcomeit’slikethis?""Nowyou’restartingagain,"saidthepoliceman,dippingapieceofbutteredbreadinthehoneypot."Wedon’tanswerquestionslikethat.""Youwillhavetoanswerthem,"saidK."Herearemyidentificationpapers,nowshowmeyoursandIcertainlywanttoseethearrestwarrant.""Oh,myGod!"saidthepoliceman.
