Sunday?” K. did not look up at Mrs. Grubach, but he saw nonetheless that she seemed to feel some relief as she breathed in. Even sharp questions like this from Mr. K. she perceived as forgiveness, or as the beginning of forgiveness. “We're not clearing anything out, Mr. K.,” she said, “it's just that Miss Montag is moving in with Miss B�rstner and is moving her things across.” She said nothing more, but just waited to see how K.

would take it and whether he would allow her to carry on speaking. But K. kept her in uncertainty, took the spoon and pensively stirred his coffee while he remained silent. Then he looked up at her and said, “What about the suspicions you had earlier about Miss B�rstner, have you given them up?” “Mr. K.,” called Mrs. Grubach, who had been