He levelled his spectacles at the latter's face point-blank.
"You might ask the police for a testimonial of good conduct.

They know where every one of you slept last night.

Perhaps if you asked them they would consent to publish some sort of official statement." "No doubt they are aware well enough that we had nothing to do with this," mumbled Ossipon bitterly.

"What they will say is another thing." He remained thoughtful, disregarding the short, owlish, shabby figure standing by his side.

"I must lay hands on Michaelis at once, and get him to speak from his heart at one of our gatherings.