With a tune on his lips that he barely recognised himself, he flung his hat in the direction of the hat stand, and landed it. Jänicke whistled appreciatively through his teeth.‘Where did you learn to do that?’‘You either can or you can’t.’ Rath took off his coat. ‘Bruno not here yet?’Jänicke gave a shake of the head. ‘I think the party yesterday was too much for him.’Schmittchen, their secretary, had already brewed coffee. From the outer office they could hear the incessant clattering of her typewriter. Ratatata – quick as a machine gun. Any number of official requests and judicial rulings were still necessary before the raids on Saturday. She had to work through the public holiday too.‘Before I forget, someone just rang. He only wanted to speak to you or Bruno though,’ Jänicke said.‘And?’‘I tried to take down his number, but he said it was nothing to do with me. He said he’d ring later.’Right on cue, the telephone on Rath’s desk sounded.‘That’ll be him,’ Jänicke said.Rath picked up.
