He got up, walked towards the window; kicked petulantly against the leg of a chair.
"I can imagine the accursed Guelvada— for I'll bet it was he— standing at the top of that railway embankment waiting for the train to go over your clever agent Hillmer. The Hillmer type makes me sick...."
Hiltsch tilted his chair backwards. His eyes were focused on the middle of Hildebrand's back. They looked nasty, those eyes, thought Seitzen. He wondered if Hiltsch hated Hildebrand as much as he did. Hiltsch said: "Look, Karl. I know you're not satisfied. Neither are we. All right. Now you tell me something.... If you were me what would you do?"
Hildebrand turned abruptly; began to laugh. When he laughed he drew his lips back over his teeth. He looked rather like a snarling dog. He said:
"I'm going to
