opened mouth. Ilka Leipke overcame her disgust. She had gasoline
brought, took a little silk scarf out of her dainty handbag and
dipped it in the the gasoline container. She cleaned the dead nose
with the little scarf. Then she left. Calm and weeping. Content
with her goodness.

When Mechenmal heard of Kohn's death, he was very frightened. He
could not bear his room. He left the house quickly, not without
first having lit a cigarette. Church bells were ringing from the
sunny sky. Mechenmal was cold and pale. He kept thinking: if only
it doesn't come out. Or he considered where he might run away. He
thought of the trial, of the defense, of prison, chains, letters
written to the outside world, the hangman. That he would, as his
last wish, be allowed to sleep with Ilka Leipke one more time. He
moved through the streets like someone trying to catch up to someone.
When it occurred to him that he should not call attention to himself,
he suddenly began to walk too slowly. It seemed to him that all the
people were watching him.

In a garden two girls, perhaps fifteen years old, were wrestling.
When they saw Mechenmal, they quickly sat down on a bench, letting
him come nearer. When he was close enough, they laughed at him; one
of them wiggled her legs. He hurried away. Behind him one of them
cried out: "See how quickly the man moves." And the other cried out
just as foolishly : "Yes, he's smoking." They watched him go, then
they went back to wrestling with each other.

Mechenmal gradually calmed down. He thought: They can't prove it was
me. I'll deny everything. Ha! Who can prove anything about me...
Even if they notice anything!--He threw the cigar away. He felt