that could not be repaired. It would probably be much better to take off his winter coat again and, at the very least, try to win back the two gentlemen who were certainly still waiting in the next room. If K. had not then glimpsed the deputy director in his office, looking for something from his bookshelves as if they were his own, he would probably even have made the attempt.

As K., somewhat agitated, approached the door the deputy director called out, “Oh, you've still not left!” He turned his face toward him - its many deep folds seemed to show strength rather than age - and immediately began once more to search. “I'm looking for a copy of a contract,” he said, “which this gentleman insists you must have. Could you help me look for it, do you think?” K. made a step forward, but the