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           immediatelysentthejuniorstafffromtheroomandtoldthemtoletno-onein."What’sthisthatI’vebeenhearing,Josef?"criedK.’sunclewhentheywerealone,ashesatonthetableshovingvariouspapersunderhimselfwithoutlookingatthemtomakehimselfmorecomfortable.K.saidnothing,heknewwhatwascoming,but,suddenlyrelievedfromtheeffortoftheworkhehadbeendoing,hegavewaytoapleasantlassitudeandlookedoutthewindowattheothersideofthestreet.Fromwherehesat,hecouldseejustasmall,triangularsectionofit,partoftheemptywallsofhousesbetweentwoshopwindows."You’restaringoutthewindow!"calledouthisuncle,raisinghisarms,"ForGod’ssake,Josef,givemeananswer!Isittrue,canitreallybetrue?""UncleKarl,"saidK.,wrenchinghimselfbackfromhisdaydreaming,"Ireallydon’tknowwhatitisyouwantofme.""Josef,"saidhisuncleinawarningtone,"asfarasIknow,you’vealwaystoldthetruth.AmItotakewhatyou’vejustsaidasabadsign?""IthinkIknowwhatitisyouwant,"saidK.obediently,"Iexpectyou’veheardaboutmytrial.""That’sright,"answeredhisunclewithaslownod,"I’veheardaboutyourtrial.""Whodidyouhearitfrom,then?"askedK."Ernawrotetome,"saidhisuncle,"shedoesn’thavemuchcontactwithyou,it’strue,youdon’tpayverymuchattentiontoher,I’mafraidtosay,butshelearnedaboutitnonetheless.Igotherlettertodayand,ofcourse,Icamestraighthere.