HS01 - Critique Of Criminal Reason - Plot & Excerpts
Before they fell silent again, a window creaked open high above the Unicorn sign, and a pale round face peered down at us in the street. ‘D’you know what time o’ night it is?’ ‘Police,’ Stadtschen yelled. ‘Open up, and quick about it!’ The same fat, frightened man unbolted his door some moments later and waved us into the bar. He seemed unduly concerned to be discovered in his nightgown and bedcap. All was dark in the low-ceilinged room except for a pale glow in the chimney-place from the dying embers in the grate. ‘I was asleep, sir,’ the innkeeper whined, wringing his hands and looking as thoroughly guilty as I have ever seen a man who might reasonably be supposed to have done nothing criminal. Then, Stadtschen alarmed him all the more. ‘Bring the register for Herr Procurator Stiffeniis to see,’ he barked. A large leather-bound ledger was quickly laid flat on the table in front of me.
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