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had
not
been
ungenerous
,
he
really
had
wanted
to
get
the
policemen
freed
;
if
he
really
had
now
begun
to
do
something
against
the
degeneracy
of
the
court
then
it
was
a
matter
of
course
that
he
would
have
to
do
something
here
as
well
.
But
of
course
,
it
became
impossible
for
him
to
do
anything
as
soon
as
Franz
started
screaming
.
K.
could
not
possibly
have
let
the
junior
bank
staff
,
and
perhaps
even
all
sorts
of
other
people
,
come
along
and
catch
him
by
surprise
as
he
haggled
with
those
people
in
the
junk
room
.
Nobody
could
really
expect
that
sort
of
sacrifice
of
him
.
If
that
had
been
his
intention
then
it
would
almost
have
been
easier
,
K.
would
have
taken
his
own
clothes
off
and
offered
himself
to
the
whip-man
in
the
policemen
's
place
.
The
whip-man
would
certainly
not
have
accepted
this
substitution
anyway
,
as
in
that
way
he
would
have
seriously
violated
his
duty
without
gaining
any
benefit
.
He
would
most
likely
have
violated
his
duty
twice
over
,
as
court
employees
were
probably
under
orders
not
to
cause
any
harm
to
K.
while
he
was
facing
charges
,
although
there
may
have
been
special
conditions
in
force
here
.
However
things
stood
,
K.
was
able
to
do
no
more
than
throw
the
door
shut
,
even
though
that
would
still
do
nothing
to
remove
all
the
dangers
he
faced
.
It
was
regrettable
that
he
had
given
Franz
a
shove
,
and
it
could
only
be
excused
by
the
heat
of
the
moment
.
In
the
distance
,
he
heard
the
steps
of
the
servitors
;
he
did
not
want
them
to
be
too
aware
of
his
presence
,
so
he
closed
the
window
and
walked
towards
the
main
staircase
.
At
the
door
of
the
junk
room
he
stopped
and
listened
for
a
little
while
.
All
was
silent
.
The
two
policemen
were
entirely
at
the
whip-man
's
mercy
;
he
could
have
beaten
them
to
death
.
K.
reached
his
hand
out
for
the
door
handle
but
drew
it
suddenly
back
.
He
was
no
longer
in
any
position
to
help
anyone
,
and
the
servitors
would
soon
be
back
;
he
did
,
though
,
promise
himself
that
he
would
raise
the
matter
again
with
somebody
and
see
that
,
as
far
as
it
was
in
his
power
,
those
who
really
were
guilty
,
the
high
officials
whom
nobody
had
so
far
dared
point
out
to
him
,
received
their
due
punishment
.
As
he
went
down
the
main
stairway
at
the
front
of
the
bank
,
he
looked
carefully
round
at
everyone
who
was
passing
,
but
there
was
no
girl
to
be
seen
who
might
have
been
waiting
for
somebody
,
not
even
within
some
distance
from
the
bank
.
Franz
's
claim
that
his
bride
was
waiting
for
him
was
thus
shown
to
be
a
lie
,
albeit
one
that
was
forgivable
and
intended
only
to
elicit
more
sympathy
.
The
policemen
were
still
on
K.
's
mind
all
through
the
following
day
;
he
was
unable
to
concentrate
on
his
work
and
had
to
stay
in
his
office
a
little
longer
than
the
previous
day
so
that
he
could
finish
it
.
On
the
way
home
,
as
he
passed
by
the
junk
room
again
,
he
opened
its
door
as
if
that
had
been
his
habit
.
Instead
of
the
darkness
he
expected
,
he
saw
everything
unchanged
from
the
previous
evening
,
and
did
not
know
how
he
should
respond
.
Everything
was
exactly
the
same
as
he
had
seen
it
when
he
had
opened
the
door
the
previous
evening
The
forms
and
bottles
of
ink
just
inside
the
doorway
,
the
whip-man
with
his
cane
,
the
two
policemen
,
still
undressed
,
the
candle
on
the
shelf
,
and
the
two
policemen
began
to
wail
and
call
out
"
Mr.
K.
!
"
K.
slammed
the
door
immediately
shut
,
and
even
thumped
on
it
with
his
fists
as
if
that
would
shut
it
all
the
firmer
.
Almost
in
tears
,
he
ran
to
the
servitors
working
quietly
at
the
copying
machine
.
"
Go
and
get
that
junk
room
cleared
out
!
"
he
shouted
,
and
,
in
amazement
,
they
stopped
what
they
were
doing
.
"
It
should
have
been
done
long
ago
,
we
're
sinking
in
dirt
!
"
They
would
be
able
to
do
the
job
the
next
day
,
K.
nodded
,
it
was
too
late
in
the
evening
to
make
them
do
it
there
and
then
as
he
had
originally
intended
.
He
sat
down
briefly
in
order
to
keep
them
near
him
for
a
little
longer
,
looked
through
a
few
of
the
copies
to
give
the
impression
that
he
was
checking
them
and
then
,
as
he
saw
that
they
would
not
dare
to
leave
at
the
same
time
as
himself
,
went
home
tired
and
with
his
mind
numb
.
One
afternoon
-
K.
was
very
busy
at
the
time
,
getting
the
post
ready
-
K.
's
Uncle
Karl
,
a
small
country
land
owner
,
came
into
the
room
,
pushing
his
way
between
two
of
the
staff
who
were
bringing
in
some
papers
.
K.
had
long
expected
his
uncle
to
appear
,
but
the
sight
of
him
now
shocked
K.
far
less
than
the
prospect
of
it
had
done
a
long
time
before
.
His
uncle
was
bound
to
come
,
K.
had
been
sure
of
that
for
about
a
month
.
He
already
thought
at
the
time
he
could
see
how
his
uncle
would
arrive
,
slightly
bowed
,
his
battered
panama
hat
in
his
left
hand
,
his
right
hand
already
stretched
out
over
the
desk
long
before
he
was
close
enough
as
he
rushed
carelessly
towards
K.
knocking
over
everything
that
was
in
his
way
.
K.
's
uncle
was
always
in
a
hurry
,
as
he
suffered
from
the
unfortunate
belief
that
he
had
a
number
of
things
to
do
while
he
was
in
the
big
city
and
had
to
settle
all
of
them
in
one
day
-
his
visits
were
only
ever
for
one
day
-
and
at
the
same
time
thought
he
could
not
forgo
any
conversation
or
piece
of
business
or
pleasure
that
might
arise
by
chance
.
Uncle
Karl
was
K.
's
former
guardian
,
and
so
K.
was
duty-bound
to
help
him
in
all
of
this
as
well
as
to
offer
him
a
bed
for
the
night
.
"
I
'm
haunted
by
a
ghost
from
the
country
"
,
he
would
say
.
As
soon
as
they
had
greeted
each
other
-
K.
had
invited
him
to
sit
in
the
armchair
but
Uncle
Karl
had
no
time
for
that
-
he
said
he
wanted
to
speak
briefly
with
K.
in
private
.
"
It
is
necessary
,
"
he
said
with
a
tired
gulp
,
"
it
is
necessary
for
my
peace
of
mind
.
"
K.
immediately
sent
the
junior
staff
from
the
room
and
told
them
to
let
no-one
in
.
"
What
's
this
that
I
've
been
hearing
,
Josef
?
"
cried
K.
's
uncle
when
they
were
alone
,
as
he
sat
on
the
table
shoving
various
papers
under
himself
without
looking
at
them
to
make
himself
more
comfortable
.
K.
said
nothing
,
he
knew
what
was
coming
,
but
,
suddenly
relieved
from
the
effort
of
the
work
he
had
been
doing
,
he
gave
way
to
a
pleasant
lassitude
and
looked
out
the
window
at
the
other
side
of
the
street
.
From
where
he
sat
,
he
could
see
just
a
small
,
triangular
section
of
it
,
part
of
the
empty
walls
of
houses
between
two
shop
windows
.
"
You
're
staring
out
the
window
!
"
called
out
his
uncle
,
raising
his
arms
,
"
For
God
's
sake
,
Josef
,
give
me
an
answer
!
Is
it
true
,
can
it
really
be
true
?
"
"
Uncle
Karl
,
"
said
K.
,
wrenching
himself
back
from
his
daydreaming
,
"
I
really
do
n't
know
what
it
is
you
want
of
me
.
"
"
Josef
,
"
said
his
uncle
in
a
warning
tone
,
"
as
far
as
I
know
,
you
've
always
told
the
truth
.
Am
I
to
take
what
you
've
just
said
as
a
bad
sign
?
"
"
I
think
I
know
what
it
is
you
want
,
"
said
K.
obediently
,
"
I
expect
you
've
heard
about
my
trial
.
"
"
That
's
right
,
"
answered
his
uncle
with
a
slow
nod
,
"
I
've
heard
about
your
trial
.
"
"
Who
did
you
hear
it
from
,
then
?
"
asked
K.
"
Erna
wrote
to
me
,
"
said
his
uncle
,
"
she
does
n't
have
much
contact
with
you
,
it
's
true
,
you
do
n't
pay
very
much
attention
to
her
,
I
'm
afraid
to
say
,
but
she
learned
about
it
nonetheless
.
I
got
her
letter
today
and
,
of
course
,
I
came
straight
here
.
And
for
no
other
reason
,
but
it
seems
to
me
that
this
is
reason
enough
.
I
can
read
you
out
the
part
of
the
letter
that
concerns
you
.
"
He
drew
the
letter
out
from
his
wallet
.
"
Here
it
is
.
She
writes
;
"
I
have
not
seen
Josef
for
a
long
time
,
I
was
in
the
bank
last
week
but
Josef
was
so
busy
that
they
would
not
let
me
through
;
I
waited
there
for
nearly
an
hour
but
then
I
had
to
go
home
as
I
had
my
piano
lesson
.
I
would
have
liked
to
have
spoken
to
him
,
maybe
there
will
be
a
chance
another
time
.
He
sent
me
a
big
box
of
chocolates
for
my
name-day
,
that
was
very
nice
and
attentive
of
him
.
I
forgot
to
tell
you
about
it
when
I
wrote
,
and
I
only
remember
now
that
you
ask
me
about
it
.
Chocolate
,
as
I
am
sure
you
are
aware
,
disappears
straight
away
in
this
lodging
house
,
almost
as
soon
as
you
know
somebody
has
given
you
chocolate
it
is
gone
.
But
there
is
something
else
I
wanted
to
tell
you
about
Josef
.
Like
I
said
,
they
would
not
let
me
through
to
see
him
at
the
bank
because
he
was
negotiating
with
some
gentleman
just
then
.
After
I
had
been
waiting
quietly
for
quite
a
long
time
I
asked
one
of
the
staff
whether
his
meeting
would
last
much
longer
.
He
said
it
might
well
do
,
as
it
was
probably
about
the
legal
proceedings
,
he
said
,
that
were
being
conducted
against
him
.
I
asked
what
sort
of
legal
proceedings
it
was
that
were
being
conducted
against
the
chief
clerk
,
and
whether
he
was
not
making
some
mistake
,
but
he
said
he
was
not
making
any
mistake
,
there
were
legal
proceedings
underway
and
even
that
they
were
about
something
quite
serious
,
but
he
did
not
know
any
more
about
it
.
He
would
have
liked
to
have
been
of
some
help
to
the
chief
clerk
himself
,
as
the
chief
clerk
was
a
gentleman
,
good
and
honest
,
but
he
did
not
know
what
it
was
he
could
do
and
merely
hoped
there
would
be
some
influential
gentlemen
who
would
take
his
side
.
I
'm
sure
that
is
what
will
happen
and
that
everything
will
turn
out
for
the
best
in
the
end
,
but
in
the
mean
time
things
do
not
look
at
all
good
,
and
you
can
see
that
from
the
mood
of
the
chief
clerk
himself
.
Of
course
,
I
did
not
place
too
much
importance
on
this
conversation
,
and
even
did
my
best
to
put
the
bank
clerk
's
mind
at
rest
,
he
was
quite
a
simple
man
.
I
told
him
he
was
not
to
speak
to
anyone
else
about
this
,
and
I
think
it
is
all
just
a
rumour
,
but
I
still
think
it
might
be
good
if
you
,
Dear
Father
,
if
you
looked
into
the
matter
the
next
time
you
visit
.
It
will
be
easy
for
you
to
find
out
more
detail
and
,
if
it
is
really
necessary
,
to
do
something
about
it
through
the
great
and
influential
people
you
know
.
But
if
it
is
not
necessary
,
and
that
is
what
seems
most
likely
,
then
at
least
your
daughter
will
soon
have
the
chance
to
embrace
you
and
I
look
forward
to
it
.
"
-
She
's
a
good
child
,
"
said
K.
's
uncle
when
he
had
finished
reading
,
and
wiped
a
few
tears
from
his
eyes
.
K.
nodded
.
With
all
the
different
disruptions
he
had
had
recently
he
had
completely
forgotten
about
Erna
,
even
her
birthday
,
and
the
story
of
the
chocolates
had
clearly
just
been
invented
so
that
he
would
n't
get
in
trouble
with
his
aunt
and
uncle
.
