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November 12th.

  • To-day about two o'clock in the afternoon I started in order, by some means or
  • other, to see Fidel and question her.
  • I cannot stand this smell of Sauerkraut which assails one's olfactory nerves
  • from all the shops in Citizen Street. There also exhales such an odour from
  • under each house door, that one must hold one's nose and pass by quickly.
  • There ascends also so much smoke and soot from the artisans' shops that it is
  • almost impossible to get through it.
  • When I had climbed up to the sixth story, and had rung the bell, a rather
  • pretty girl with a freckled face came out. I recognised her as the companion
  • of the old lady. She blushed a little and asked “What do you want?”
  • “I want to have a little conversation with your dog.”
  • She was a simple-minded girl, as I saw at once. The dog came running and
  • barking loudly. I wanted to take hold of it, but the abominable beast nearly
  • caught hold of my nose with its teeth. But in a corner of the room I saw its
  • sleeping-basket. Ah! that was what I wanted. I went to it, rummaged in the
  • straw, and to my great satisfaction drew out a little packet of small pieces
  • of paper. When the hideous little dog saw this, it first bit me in the calf of
  • the leg, and then, as soon as it had become aware of my theft, it began to
  • whimper and to fawn on me; but I said, “No, you little beast; good-bye!” and
  • hastened away.
  • I believe the girl thought me mad; at any rate she was thoroughly alarmed.
  • When I reached my room I wished to get to work at once, and read through the
  • letters by daylight, since I do not see well by candle-light; but the wretched
  • Mawra had got the idea of sweeping the floor. These blockheads of Finnish
  • women are always clean where there is no need to be.
  • I then went for a little walk and began to think over what had happened. Now
  • at last I could get to the bottom of all facts, ideas and motives! These
  • letters would explain everything. Dogs are clever fellows; they know all about
  • politics, and I will certainly find in the letters all I want, especially the
  • character of the director and all his relationships. And through these letters
  • I will get information about her who—but silence!
  • Towards evening I came home and lay for a good while on the bed.