Hietzing—but of course if you don’t want to talk to me—” Muller shrugged his shoulders and turned toward the door.
But before he reached it Knoll stood at his side. “You really mean to help me?” he gasped.
“I do,” said the detective calmly.
“Then swear, on your mother’s soul—or is your mother still alive?”
“No, she has been dead some time.”
“Well, then, will you swear it?”
“Would you believe an oath like that?”
“Why shouldn’t I?”
“With the life you’ve been leading?”
“My life’s no worse than a lot of others. Stealing those things on Monday was the worst thing I’ve done yet. Will you swear?”
“Is it something so very important you have to tell me?”
“No, I ain’t got nothin’ at all new to tell you. But I’d just like to know—in this black hole I’ve got into—I’d just like to know that there’s one human being who means well with me—I’d like to know that there’s one man in the world who don’t think I’m quite good-for-nothin’.”
The tramp covered his face with his hands and gave a heart-rending sob. Deep pity moved the detective’s breast. He led Knoll back to his cot, and put both hands on his shoulders, saying gravely: “I believe that this theft was the worst thing you have done. By my mother’s salvation, Knoll, I believe your words and I will try to help you.”
Knoll raised his head, looking up at Muller with a glance of unspeakable gratitude. With trembling lips he kissed the hand which a moment before had pressed kindly on his shoulder, clinging fast to it as if he could not bear to let it go. Muller was almost embarrassed. “Oh, come now, Knoll, don’t be foolish. Pull yourself together and answer my questions carefully, for I am asking you these questions more for your own sake than for anything else.”
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