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Miss
Montag
followed
him
a
few
paces
,
as
if
she
did
not
quite
trust
him
.
At
the
door
,
however
,
both
of
them
had
to
step
back
as
it
opened
and
Captain
Lanz
entered
.
This
was
the
first
time
that
K.
had
seen
him
close
up
.
He
was
a
large
man
of
about
forty
with
a
tanned
,
fleshy
face
.
He
bowed
slightly
,
intending
it
also
for
K.
,
and
then
went
over
to
Miss
Montag
and
deferentially
kissed
her
hand
.
He
was
very
elegant
in
the
way
he
moved
.
The
courtesy
he
showed
towards
Miss
Montag
made
a
striking
contrast
with
the
way
she
had
been
treated
by
K.
Nonetheless
,
Miss
Montag
did
not
seem
to
be
cross
with
K.
as
it
even
seemed
to
him
that
she
wanted
to
introduce
the
captain
.
K.
however
,
did
not
want
to
be
introduced
,
he
would
not
have
been
able
to
show
any
sort
of
friendliness
either
to
Miss
Montag
or
to
the
captain
,
the
kiss
on
the
hand
had
,
for
K.
,
bound
them
into
a
group
which
would
keep
him
at
a
distance
from
Miss
Bürstner
whilst
at
the
same
time
seeming
to
be
totally
harmless
and
unselfish
.
K.
thought
,
however
,
that
he
saw
more
than
that
,
he
thought
he
also
saw
that
Miss
Montag
had
chosen
a
means
of
doing
it
that
was
good
,
but
two-edged
.
She
exaggerated
the
importance
of
the
relationship
between
K.
and
Miss
Bürstner
,
and
above
all
she
exaggerated
the
importance
of
asking
to
speak
with
her
and
she
tried
at
the
same
time
to
make
out
that
K.
was
exaggerating
everything
.
She
would
be
disappointed
,
K.
did
not
want
to
exaggerate
anything
,
he
was
aware
that
Miss
Bürstner
was
a
little
typist
who
would
not
offer
him
much
resistance
for
long
.
In
doing
so
he
deliberately
took
no
account
of
what
Mrs.
Grubach
had
told
him
about
Miss
Bürstner
.
All
these
things
were
going
through
his
mind
as
he
left
the
room
with
hardly
a
polite
word
.
He
wanted
to
go
straight
to
his
room
,
but
a
little
laugh
from
Miss
Montag
that
he
heard
from
the
dining
room
behind
him
brought
him
to
the
idea
that
he
might
prepare
a
surprise
for
the
two
of
them
,
the
captain
and
Miss
Montag
.
He
looked
round
and
listened
to
find
out
if
there
might
be
any
disturbance
from
any
of
the
surrounding
rooms
,
everywhere
was
quiet
,
the
only
thing
to
be
heard
was
the
conversation
from
the
dining
room
and
Mrs.
Grubach
's
voice
from
the
passage
leading
to
the
kitchen
.
This
seemed
an
opportune
time
,
K.
went
to
Miss
Bürstner
's
room
and
knocked
gently
.
There
was
no
sound
so
he
knocked
again
but
there
was
still
no
answer
in
reply
.
Was
she
asleep
?
Or
was
she
really
unwell
?
Or
was
she
just
pretending
as
she
realised
it
could
only
be
K.
knocking
so
gently
?
K.
assumed
she
was
pretending
and
knocked
harder
,
eventually
,
when
the
knocking
brought
no
result
,
he
carefully
opened
the
door
with
the
sense
of
doing
something
that
was
not
only
improper
but
also
pointless
.
In
the
room
there
was
no-one
.
What
's
more
,
it
looked
hardly
at
all
like
the
room
K.
had
known
before
.
Against
the
wall
there
were
now
two
beds
behind
one
another
,
there
were
clothes
piled
up
on
three
chairs
near
the
door
,
a
wardrobe
stood
open
.
Miss
Bürstner
must
have
gone
out
while
Miss
Montag
was
speaking
to
him
in
the
dining
room
.
K
was
not
greatly
bothered
by
this
,
he
had
hardly
expected
to
be
able
to
find
Miss
Bürstner
so
easily
and
had
made
this
attempt
for
little
more
reason
than
to
spite
Miss
Montag
.
But
that
made
it
all
the
more
embarrassing
for
him
when
,
as
he
was
closing
the
door
again
,
he
saw
Miss
Montag
and
the
captain
talking
in
the
open
doorway
of
the
dining
room
.
They
had
probably
been
standing
there
ever
since
K.
had
opened
the
door
,
they
avoided
seeming
to
observe
K.
but
chatted
lightly
and
followed
his
movements
with
glances
,
the
absent
minded
glances
to
the
side
such
as
you
make
during
a
conversation
.
But
these
glances
were
heavy
for
K.
,
and
he
rushed
alongside
the
wall
back
into
his
own
room
.
One
evening
,
a
few
days
later
,
K.
was
walking
along
one
of
the
corridors
that
separated
his
office
from
the
main
stairway
-
he
was
nearly
the
last
one
to
leave
for
home
that
evening
,
there
remained
only
a
couple
of
workers
in
the
light
of
a
single
bulb
in
the
dispatch
department
-
when
he
heard
a
sigh
from
behind
a
door
which
he
had
himself
never
opened
but
which
he
had
always
thought
just
led
into
a
junk
room
.
He
stood
in
amazement
and
listened
again
to
establish
whether
he
might
not
be
mistaken
.
For
a
while
there
was
silence
,
but
then
came
some
more
sighs
.
His
first
thought
was
to
fetch
one
of
the
servitors
,
it
might
well
have
been
worth
having
a
witness
present
,
but
then
he
was
taken
by
an
uncontrollable
curiosity
that
make
him
simply
yank
the
door
open
.
It
was
,
as
he
had
thought
,
a
junk
room
.
Old
,
unusable
forms
,
empty
stone
ink-bottles
lay
scattered
behind
the
entrance
.
But
in
the
cupboard-like
room
itself
stood
three
men
,
crouching
under
the
low
ceiling
.
A
candle
fixed
on
a
shelf
gave
them
light
.
"
What
are
you
doing
here
?
"
asked
K.
quietly
,
but
crossly
and
without
thinking
.
One
of
the
men
was
clearly
in
charge
,
and
attracted
attention
by
being
dressed
in
a
kind
of
dark
leather
costume
which
left
his
neck
and
chest
and
his
arms
exposed
.
He
did
not
answer
.
But
the
other
two
called
out
,
"
Mr.
K.
We
're
to
be
beaten
because
you
made
a
complaint
about
us
to
the
examining
judge
.
"
And
now
,
K.
finally
realised
that
it
was
actually
the
two
policemen
,
Franz
and
Willem
,
and
that
the
third
man
held
a
cane
in
his
hand
with
which
to
beat
them
.
"
Well
,
"
said
K.
,
staring
at
them
,
"
I
did
n't
make
any
complaint
,
I
only
said
what
took
place
in
my
home
.
And
your
behaviour
was
not
entirely
unobjectionable
,
after
all
.
"
"
Mr.
K.
,
"
said
Willem
,
while
Franz
clearly
tried
to
shelter
behind
him
as
protection
from
the
third
man
,
"
if
you
knew
how
badly
we
get
paid
you
would
n't
think
so
badly
of
us
.
I
've
got
a
family
to
feed
,
and
Franz
here
wanted
to
get
married
,
you
just
have
to
get
more
money
where
you
can
,
you
ca
n't
do
it
just
by
working
hard
,
not
however
hard
you
try
.
I
was
sorely
tempted
by
your
fine
clothes
,
policemen
are
n't
allowed
to
do
that
sort
of
thing
,
course
they
are
n't
,
and
it
was
n't
right
of
us
,
but
it
's
tradition
that
the
clothes
go
to
the
officers
,
that
's
how
it
's
always
been
,
believe
me
;
and
it
's
understandable
too
,
is
n't
it
,
what
can
things
like
that
mean
for
anyone
unlucky
enough
to
be
arrested
?
But
if
he
starts
talking
about
it
openly
then
the
punishment
has
to
follow
.
"
"
I
did
n't
know
about
any
of
this
that
you
've
been
telling
me
,
and
I
made
no
sort
of
request
that
you
be
punished
,
I
was
simply
acting
on
principle
.
"
"
Franz
,
"
said
Willem
,
turning
to
the
other
policeman
,
"
did
n't
I
tell
you
that
the
gentleman
did
n't
say
he
wanted
us
to
be
punished
?
Now
you
can
hear
for
yourself
,
he
did
n't
even
know
we
'd
have
to
be
punished
.
"
"
Do
n't
you
let
them
persuade
you
,
talking
like
that
,
"
said
the
third
man
to
K.
,
"
this
punishment
is
both
just
and
unavoidable
.
"
"
Do
n't
listen
to
him
,
"
said
Willem
,
interrupting
himself
only
to
quickly
bring
his
hand
to
his
mouth
when
it
had
received
a
stroke
of
the
cane
,
"
we
're
only
being
punished
because
you
made
a
complaint
against
us
.
Nothing
would
have
happened
to
us
otherwise
,
not
even
if
they
'd
found
out
what
we
'd
done
.
Can
you
call
that
justice
?
Both
of
us
,
me
especially
,
we
'd
proved
our
worth
as
good
police
officers
over
a
long
period
-
you
've
got
to
admit
yourself
that
as
far
as
official
work
was
concerned
we
did
the
job
well
-
things
looked
good
for
us
,
we
had
prospects
,
it
's
quite
certain
that
we
would
've
been
made
whip-men
too
,
like
this
one
,
only
he
had
the
luck
not
to
have
anyone
make
a
complaint
about
him
,
as
you
really
do
n't
get
many
complaints
like
that
.
Only
that
's
all
finished
now
,
Mr.
K.
,
our
careers
are
at
an
end
,
we
're
going
to
have
to
do
work
now
that
's
far
inferior
to
police
work
and
besides
all
this
we
're
going
to
get
this
terrible
,
painful
beating
.
"
"
Can
the
cane
really
cause
so
much
pain
,
then
?
"
asked
K.
,
testing
the
cane
that
the
whip-man
swang
in
front
of
him
.
"
We
're
going
to
have
to
strip
off
totally
naked
,
"
said
Willem
.
"
Oh
,
I
see
,
"
said
K.
,
looking
straight
at
the
whip-man
,
his
skin
was
burned
brown
like
a
sailor
's
,
and
his
face
showed
health
and
vigour
.
"
Is
there
then
no
possibility
of
sparing
these
two
their
beating
?
"
he
asked
him
.
"
No
,
"
said
the
whip-man
,
shaking
his
head
with
a
laugh
.
"
Get
undressed
!
"
he
ordered
the
policemen
.
And
to
K.
he
said
,
"
You
should
n't
believe
everything
they
tell
you
,
it
's
the
fear
of
being
beaten
,
it
's
already
made
them
a
bit
weak
in
the
head
.
This
one
here
,
for
instance
,
"
he
pointed
at
Willem
,
"
all
that
he
told
you
about
his
career
prospects
,
it
's
just
ridiculous
.
Look
at
him
,
look
how
fat
he
is
-
the
first
strokes
of
the
cane
will
just
get
lost
in
all
that
fat
.
Do
you
know
what
it
is
that
's
made
him
so
fat
?
He
's
in
the
habit
of
,
everyone
that
gets
arrested
by
him
,
he
eats
their
breakfast
.
Did
n't
he
eat
up
your
breakfast
?
Yeah
,
I
thought
as
much
.
But
a
man
with
a
belly
like
that
ca
n't
be
made
into
a
whip-man
and
never
will
be
,
that
is
quite
out
of
the
question
.
"
"
There
are
whip-men
like
that
,
"
Willem
insisted
,
who
had
just
released
the
belt
of
this
trousers
.
"
No
,
"
said
the
whip-man
,
striking
him
such
a
blow
with
the
cane
on
his
neck
that
it
made
him
wince
,
"
you
should
n't
be
listening
to
this
,
just
get
undressed
.
"
"
I
would
make
it
well
worth
your
while
if
you
would
let
them
go
,
"
said
K.
,
and
without
looking
at
the
whip-man
again
-
as
such
matters
are
best
carried
on
with
both
pairs
of
eyes
turned
down
-
he
pulled
out
his
wallet
.
"
And
then
you
'd
try
and
put
in
a
complaint
against
me
,
too
,
"
said
the
whip-man
,
"
and
get
me
flogged
.
No
,
no
!
"
"
Now
,
do
be
reasonable
,
"
said
K.
,
"
if
I
had
wanted
to
get
these
two
punished
I
would
not
now
be
trying
to
buy
their
freedom
,
would
I.
I
could
simply
close
the
door
here
behind
me
,
go
home
and
see
or
hear
nothing
more
of
it
.
But
that
's
not
what
I
'm
doing
,
it
really
is
of
much
more
importance
to
me
to
let
them
go
free
;
if
I
had
realised
they
would
be
punished
,
or
even
that
they
might
be
punished
,
I
would
never
have
named
them
in
the
first
place
as
they
are
not
the
ones
I
hold
responsible
.
It
's
the
organisation
that
's
to
blame
,
the
high
officials
are
the
ones
to
blame
.
"
"
That
's
how
it
is
!
"
shouted
the
policemen
,
who
then
immediately
received
another
blow
on
their
backs
,
which
were
by
now
exposed
.
"
If
you
had
a
senior
judge
here
beneath
your
stick
,
"
said
K.
,
pressing
down
the
cane
as
he
spoke
to
stop
it
being
raised
once
more
,
"
I
really
would
do
nothing
to
stop
you
,
on
the
contrary
,
I
would
even
pay
you
money
to
give
you
all
the
more
strength
.
"
"
Yeah
,
that
's
all
very
plausible
,
what
you
're
saying
there
,
"
said
the
whip-man
,
"
only
I
'm
not
the
sort
of
person
you
can
bribe
.
It
's
my
job
to
flog
people
,
so
I
flog
them
.
"
Franz
,
the
policeman
,
had
been
fairly
quiet
so
far
,
probably
in
expectation
of
a
good
result
from
K.
's
intervention
,
but
now
he
stepped
forward
to
the
door
wearing
just
his
trousers
,
kneeled
down
hanging
on
to
K.
's
arm
and
whispered
,
"
Even
if
you
ca
n't
get
mercy
shown
for
both
of
us
,
at
least
try
and
get
me
set
free
.
Willem
is
older
than
me
,
he
's
less
sensitive
than
me
in
every
way
,
he
even
got
a
light
beating
a
couple
of
years
ago
,
but
my
record
's
still
clean
,
I
only
did
things
the
way
I
did
because
Willem
led
me
on
to
it
,
he
's
been
my
teacher
both
for
good
and
bad
.
Down
in
front
of
the
bank
my
poor
bride
is
waiting
for
me
at
the
entrance
,
I
'm
so
ashamed
of
myself
,
it
's
pitiful
.
"
His
face
was
flowing
over
with
tears
,
and
he
wiped
it
dry
on
K.
's
coat
.
"
I
'm
not
going
to
wait
any
longer
,
"
said
the
whip-man
,
taking
hold
of
the
cane
in
both
hands
and
laying
in
to
Franz
while
Willem
cowered
back
in
a
corner
and
looked
on
secretly
,
not
even
daring
to
turn
his
head
.
Then
,
the
sudden
scream
that
shot
out
from
Franz
was
long
and
irrevocable
,
it
seemed
to
come
not
from
a
human
being
but
from
an
instrument
that
was
being
tortured
,
the
whole
corridor
rang
with
it
,
it
must
have
been
heard
by
everyone
in
the
building
.
"
Do
n't
shout
like
that
!
"
,
called
out
K.
,
unable
to
prevent
himself
,
and
,
as
he
looked
anxiously
in
the
direction
from
which
the
servitor
would
come
,
he
gave
Franz
a
shove
,
not
hard
,
but
hard
enough
for
him
to
fall
down
unconscious
,
clawing
at
the
ground
with
his
hands
by
reflex
;
he
still
did
not
avoid
being
hit
;
the
rod
still
found
him
on
the
floor
;
the
tip
of
the
rod
swang
regularly
up
and
down
while
he
rolled
to
and
fro
under
its
blows
.
And
now
one
of
the
servitors
appeared
in
the
distance
,
with
another
a
few
steps
behind
him
.
K.
had
quickly
thrown
the
door
shut
,
gone
over
to
one
of
the
windows
overlooking
the
yard
and
opened
it
.
The
screams
had
completely
stopped
.
So
that
the
servitor
would
n't
come
in
,
he
called
out
,
"
It
's
only
me
!
"
"
Good
evening
,
chief
clerk
,
"
somebody
called
back
.
"
Is
there
anything
wrong
?
"
"
No
,
no
,
"
answered
K.
,
"
it
's
only
a
dog
yelping
in
the
yard
.
"
There
was
no
sound
from
the
servitors
so
he
added
,
"
You
can
go
back
to
what
you
were
doing
.
"
He
did
not
want
to
become
involved
with
a
conversation
with
them
,
and
so
he
leant
out
of
the
window
.
A
little
while
later
,
when
he
looked
out
in
the
corridor
,
they
had
already
gone
.
Now
,
K.
remained
at
the
window
,
he
did
not
dare
go
back
into
the
junk
room
,
and
he
did
not
want
to
go
home
either
.
The
yard
he
looked
down
into
was
small
and
rectangular
,
all
around
it
were
offices
,
all
the
windows
were
now
dark
and
only
those
at
the
very
top
caught
a
reflection
of
the
moon
.
K
tried
hard
to
see
into
the
darkness
of
one
corner
of
the
yard
,
where
a
few
handcarts
had
been
left
behind
one
another
.
He
felt
anguish
at
not
having
been
able
to
prevent
the
flogging
,
but
that
was
not
his
fault
,
if
Franz
had
not
screamed
like
that
-
clearly
it
must
have
caused
a
great
deal
of
pain
but
it
's
important
to
maintain
control
of
oneself
at
important
moments
-
if
Franz
had
not
screamed
then
it
was
at
least
highly
probable
that
K.
would
have
been
able
to
dissuade
the
whip-man
.
If
all
the
junior
officers
were
contemptible
why
would
the
whip-man
,
whose
position
was
the
most
inhumane
of
all
,
be
any
exception
,
and
K.
had
noticed
very
clearly
how
his
eyes
had
lit
up
when
he
saw
the
banknotes
,
he
had
obviously
only
seemed
serious
about
the
flogging
to
raise
the
level
of
the
bribe
a
little
.
And
K.
