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On
the
first
floor
,
his
search
began
for
real
.
He
still
felt
unable
to
ask
for
the
investigating
committee
,
and
so
he
invented
a
joiner
called
Lanz
-
that
name
occurred
to
him
because
the
captain
,
Mrs.
Grubach
's
nephew
,
was
called
Lanz
-
so
that
he
could
ask
at
every
flat
whether
Lanz
the
joiner
lived
there
and
thus
obtain
a
chance
to
look
into
the
rooms
.
It
turned
out
,
though
,
that
that
was
mostly
possible
without
further
ado
,
as
almost
all
the
doors
were
left
open
and
the
children
ran
in
and
out
.
Most
of
them
were
small
,
one-windowed
rooms
where
they
also
did
the
cooking
.
Many
women
held
babies
in
one
arm
and
worked
at
the
stove
with
the
other
.
Half
grown
girls
,
who
seemed
to
be
dressed
in
just
their
pinafores
worked
hardest
running
to
and
fro
.
In
every
room
,
the
beds
were
still
in
use
by
people
who
were
ill
,
or
still
asleep
,
or
people
stretched
out
on
them
in
their
clothes
.
K.
knocked
at
the
flats
where
the
doors
were
closed
and
asked
whether
Lanz
the
joiner
lived
there
.
It
was
usually
a
woman
who
opened
the
door
,
heard
the
enquiry
and
turned
to
somebody
in
the
room
who
would
raise
himself
from
the
bed
.
"
The
gentleman
's
asking
if
a
joiner
called
Lanz
,
lives
here
.
"
"
A
joiner
,
called
Lanz
?
"
he
would
ask
from
the
bed
.
"
"
That
's
right
,
"
K.
would
say
,
although
it
was
clear
that
the
investigating
committee
was
not
to
be
found
there
,
and
so
his
task
was
at
an
end
.
There
were
many
who
thought
it
must
be
very
important
for
K.
to
find
Lanz
the
joiner
and
thought
long
about
it
,
naming
a
joiner
who
was
not
called
Lanz
or
giving
a
name
that
had
some
vague
similarity
with
Lanz
,
or
they
asked
neighbours
or
accompanied
K.
to
a
door
a
long
way
away
where
they
thought
someone
of
that
sort
might
live
in
the
back
part
of
the
building
or
where
someone
would
be
who
could
advise
K.
better
than
they
could
themselves
.
K.
eventually
had
to
give
up
asking
if
he
did
not
want
to
be
led
all
round
from
floor
to
floor
in
this
way
.
He
regretted
his
initial
plan
,
which
had
at
first
seemed
so
practical
to
him
.
As
he
reached
the
fifth
floor
,
he
decided
to
give
up
the
search
,
took
his
leave
of
a
friendly
,
young
worker
who
wanted
to
lead
him
on
still
further
and
went
down
the
stairs
.
But
then
the
thought
of
how
much
time
he
was
wasting
made
him
cross
,
he
went
back
again
and
knocked
at
the
first
door
on
the
fifth
floor
.
The
first
thing
he
saw
in
the
small
room
was
a
large
clock
on
the
wall
which
already
showed
ten
o'clock
.
"
Is
there
a
joiner
called
Lanz
who
lives
here
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Pardon
?
"
said
a
young
woman
with
black
,
shining
eyes
who
was
,
at
that
moment
,
washing
children
's
underclothes
in
a
bucket
.
She
pointed
her
wet
hand
towards
the
open
door
of
the
adjoining
room
.
K.
thought
he
had
stepped
into
a
meeting
.
A
medium
sized
,
two
windowed
room
was
filled
with
the
most
diverse
crowd
of
people
-
nobody
paid
any
attention
to
the
person
who
had
just
entered
.
Close
under
its
ceiling
it
was
surrounded
by
a
gallery
which
was
also
fully
occupied
and
where
the
people
could
only
stand
bent
down
with
their
heads
and
their
backs
touching
the
ceiling
.
K.
,
who
found
the
air
too
stuffy
,
stepped
out
again
and
said
to
the
young
woman
,
who
had
probably
misunderstood
what
he
had
said
,
"
I
asked
for
a
joiner
,
someone
by
the
name
of
Lanz
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
the
woman
,
"
please
go
on
in
.
"
K.
would
probably
not
have
followed
her
if
the
woman
had
not
gone
up
to
him
,
taken
hold
of
the
door
handle
and
said
,
"
I
'll
have
to
close
the
door
after
you
,
no-one
else
will
be
allowed
in
.
"
"
Very
sensible
,
"
said
K.
,
"
but
it
's
too
full
already
.
"
But
then
he
went
back
in
anyway
.
He
passed
through
between
two
men
who
were
talking
beside
the
door
-
one
of
them
held
both
hands
far
out
in
front
of
himself
making
the
movements
of
counting
out
money
,
the
other
looked
him
closely
in
the
eyes
-
and
someone
took
him
by
the
hand
.
It
was
a
small
,
red-faced
youth
.
"
Come
in
,
come
in
,
"
he
said
.
K.
let
himself
be
led
by
him
,
and
it
turned
out
that
there
was
-
surprisingly
in
a
densely
packed
crowd
of
people
moving
to
and
fro
-
a
narrow
passage
which
may
have
been
the
division
between
two
factions
;
this
idea
was
reinforced
by
the
fact
that
in
the
first
few
rows
to
the
left
and
the
right
of
him
there
was
hardly
any
face
looking
in
his
direction
,
he
saw
nothing
but
the
backs
of
people
directing
their
speech
and
their
movements
only
towards
members
of
their
own
side
.
Most
of
them
were
dressed
in
black
,
in
old
,
long
,
formal
frock
coats
that
hung
down
loosely
around
them
.
These
clothes
were
the
only
thing
that
puzzled
K.
,
as
he
would
otherwise
have
taken
the
whole
assembly
for
a
local
political
meeting
.
At
the
other
end
of
the
hall
where
K.
had
been
led
there
was
a
little
table
set
at
an
angle
on
a
very
low
podium
which
was
as
overcrowded
as
everywhere
else
,
and
behind
the
table
,
near
the
edge
of
the
podium
,
sat
a
small
,
fat
,
wheezing
man
who
was
talking
with
someone
behind
him
.
This
second
man
was
standing
with
his
legs
crossed
and
his
elbows
on
the
backrest
of
the
chair
,
provoking
much
laughter
.
From
time
to
time
he
threw
his
arm
in
the
air
as
if
doing
a
caricature
of
someone
.
The
youth
who
was
leading
K.
had
some
difficulty
in
reporting
to
the
man
.
He
had
already
tried
twice
to
tell
him
something
,
standing
on
tip
-
toe
,
but
without
getting
the
man
's
attention
as
he
sat
there
above
him
.
It
was
only
when
one
of
the
people
up
on
the
podium
drew
his
attention
to
the
youth
that
the
man
turned
to
him
and
leant
down
to
hear
what
it
was
he
quietly
said
.
Then
he
pulled
out
his
watch
and
quickly
looked
over
at
K.
"
You
should
have
been
here
one
hour
and
five
minutes
ago
,
"
he
said
.
K.
was
going
to
give
him
a
reply
but
had
no
time
to
do
so
,
as
hardly
had
the
man
spoken
than
a
general
muttering
arose
all
over
the
right
hand
side
of
the
hall
.
"
You
should
have
been
here
one
hour
and
five
minutes
ago
,
"
the
man
now
repeated
,
raising
his
voice
this
time
,
and
quickly
looked
round
the
hall
beneath
him
.
The
muttering
also
became
immediately
louder
and
,
as
the
man
said
nothing
more
,
died
away
only
gradually
.
Now
the
hall
was
much
quieter
than
when
K.
had
entered
.
Only
the
people
up
in
the
gallery
had
not
stopped
passing
remarks
.
As
far
as
could
be
distinguished
,
up
in
the
half-darkness
,
dust
and
haze
,
they
seemed
to
be
less
well
dressed
than
those
below
.
Many
of
them
had
brought
pillows
that
they
had
put
between
their
heads
and
the
ceiling
so
that
they
would
not
hurt
themselves
pressed
against
it
.
K.
had
decided
he
would
do
more
watching
than
talking
,
so
he
did
not
defend
himself
for
supposedly
having
come
late
,
and
simply
said
,
"
Well
maybe
I
have
arrived
late
,
I
'm
here
now
.
"
There
followed
loud
applause
,
once
more
from
the
right
hand
side
of
the
hall
.
Easy
people
to
get
on
your
side
,
thought
K.
,
and
was
bothered
only
by
the
quiet
from
the
left
hand
side
which
was
directly
behind
him
and
from
which
there
was
applause
from
only
a
few
individuals
.
He
wondered
what
he
could
say
to
get
all
of
them
to
support
him
together
or
,
if
that
were
not
possible
,
to
at
least
get
the
support
of
the
others
for
a
while
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
the
man
,
"
but
I
'm
now
no
longer
under
any
obligation
to
hear
your
case
"
-
there
was
once
more
a
muttering
,
but
this
time
it
was
misleading
as
the
man
waved
the
people
's
objections
aside
with
his
hand
and
continued
-
"
I
will
,
however
,
as
an
exception
,
continue
with
it
today
.
But
you
should
never
arrive
late
like
this
again
.
And
now
,
step
forward
!
"
Someone
jumped
down
from
the
podium
so
that
there
would
be
a
place
free
for
K.
,
and
K.
stepped
up
onto
it
.
He
stood
pressed
closely
against
the
table
,
the
press
of
the
crowd
behind
him
was
so
great
that
he
had
to
press
back
against
it
if
he
did
not
want
to
push
the
judge
's
desk
down
off
the
podium
and
perhaps
the
judge
along
with
it
.
The
judge
,
however
,
paid
no
attention
to
that
but
sat
very
comfortably
on
his
chair
and
,
after
saying
a
few
words
to
close
his
discussion
with
the
man
behind
him
,
reached
for
a
little
note
book
,
the
only
item
on
his
desk
.
It
was
like
an
old
school
exercise
book
and
had
become
quite
misshapen
from
much
thumbing
.
"
Now
then
,
"
said
the
judge
,
thumbing
through
the
book
.
He
turned
to
K.
with
the
tone
of
someone
who
knows
his
facts
and
said
,
"
you
are
a
house
painter
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
K.
,
"
I
am
the
chief
clerk
in
a
large
bank
.
"
This
reply
was
followed
by
laughter
among
the
right
hand
faction
down
in
the
hall
,
it
was
so
hearty
that
K.
could
n't
stop
himself
joining
in
with
it
.
The
people
supported
themselves
with
their
hands
on
their
knees
and
shook
as
if
suffering
a
serious
attack
of
coughing
.
Even
some
of
those
in
the
gallery
were
laughing
.
