“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 can't get mercy shown for both of us, at least try and get me set free.

Willem is older than me, he's less