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Arrest - Conversation with Mrs. Grubach - Then Miss Bürstner
That’sthelaw.Whered’youthinkthere’dbeanymistakethere?""Idon’tknowthislaw,"saidK."Somuchtheworseforyou,then,"saidthepoliceman."It’sprobablyexistsonlyinyourheads,"saidK.,hewanted,insomeway,toinsinuatehiswayintothethoughtsofthepolicemen,tore-shapethosethoughtstohisbenefitortomakehimselfathomethere.Butthepolicemanjustsaiddismissively,"You’llfindoutwhenitaffectsyou."Franzjoinedin,andsaid,"Lookatthis,Willem,headmitshedoesn’tknowthelawandatthesametimeinsistshe’sinnocent.""You’requiteright,butwecan’tgethimtounderstandathing,"saidtheother.K.stoppedtalkingwiththem;doI,hethoughttohimself,doIreallyhavetocarryongettingtangledupwiththechatteringofbasefunctionarieslikethis?-andtheyadmitthemselvesthattheyareofthelowestposition.They’retalkingaboutthingsofwhichtheydon’thavetheslightestunderstanding,anyway.It’sonlybecauseoftheirstupiditythatthey’reabletobesosureofthemselves.Ijustneedfewwordswithsomeoneofthesamesocialstandingasmyselfandeverythingwillbeincomparablyclearer,muchclearerthanalongconversationwiththesetwocanmakeit.Hewalkedupanddownthefreespaceintheroomacoupleoftimes,acrossthestreethecouldseetheoldwomanwho,now,hadpulledanoldman,mucholderthanherself,uptothewindowandhadherarmsaroundhim.K.hadtoputanendtothisdisplay,"Takemetoyoursuperior,"hesaid."Assoonashewantstoseeyou.
