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           ""Don’tlistentohim,"saidWillem,interruptinghimselfonlytoquicklybringhishandtohismouthwhenithadreceivedastrokeofthecane,"we’reonlybeingpunishedbecauseyoumadeacomplaintagainstus.Nothingwouldhavehappenedtousotherwise,notevenifthey’dfoundoutwhatwe’ddone.Canyoucallthatjustice?Bothofus,meespecially,we’dprovedourworthasgoodpoliceofficersoveralongperiod-you’vegottoadmityourselfthatasfarasofficialworkwasconcernedwedidthejobwell-thingslookedgoodforus,wehadprospects,it’squitecertainthatwewould’vebeenmadewhip-mentoo,likethisone,onlyhehadthelucknottohaveanyonemakeacomplaintabouthim,asyoureallydon’tgetmanycomplaintslikethat.Onlythat’sallfinishednow,Mr.K.,ourcareersareatanend,we’regoingtohavetodoworknowthat’sfarinferiortopoliceworkandbesidesallthiswe’regoingtogetthisterrible,painfulbeating.""Canthecanereallycausesomuchpain,then?"askedK.,testingthecanethatthewhip-manswanginfrontofhim."We’regoingtohavetostripofftotallynaked,"saidWillem."Oh,Isee,"saidK.,lookingstraightatthewhip-man,hisskinwasburnedbrownlikeasailor’s,andhisfaceshowedhealthandvigour."Istherethennopossibilityofsparingthesetwotheirbeating?"heaskedhim."No,"saidthewhip-man,shakinghisheadwithalaugh."Getundressed!"heorderedthepolicemen.AndtoK.