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Arrest - Conversation with Mrs. Grubach - Then Miss Bürstner
wantedtogostraighthome.Eachtimehehadanysmallbreakfromtheday’sworkheconsidered,withoutknowingexactlywhathehadinmind,thatMrs.Grubach’sflatseemedtohavebeenputintogreatdisarraybytheeventsofthatmorning,andthatitwasuptohimtoputitbackintoorder.Onceorderhadbeenrestored,everytraceofthoseeventswouldhavebeenerasedandeverythingwouldtakeitspreviouscourseoncemore.Inparticular,therewasnothingtofearfromthethreebankofficials,theyhadimmersedthemselvesbackintotheirpaperworkandtherewasnoalterationtobeseeninthem.K.hadcalledeachofthem,separatelyoralltogether,intohisofficethatdayfornootherreasonthantoobservethem;hewasalwayssatisfiedandhadalwaysbeenabletoletthemgoagain.
Athalfpastninethatevening,whenhearrivedbackinfrontofthebuildingwherehelived,hemetayoungladinthedoorwaywhowasstandingthere,hislegsapartandsmokingapipe."Whoareyou?"immediatelyaskedK.,bringinghisfaceclosetothelad’s,asitwashardtoseeinthehalflightofthelanding."I’mthelandlord’sson,sir,"answeredthelad,takingthepipefromhismouthandsteppingtooneside."Thelandlord’sson?"askedK.,andimpatientlyknockedonthegroundwithhisstick."Didyouwantanything,sir?Wouldyoulikemetofetchmyfather?""No,no,"saidK.,therewassomethingforgivinginhisvoice,asiftheboyhadharmedhiminsomewayandhewasexcusinghim.
