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 doesn't have much contact with you, it's true, you don'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.