"No use! I've called on him at the guards room in the depth of the winter without any overcoat."
"Then go to his guarantors!"
"I've been and they told me to go to hell. They said that a guarantee was only a matter of form."
"Then call on him on a Wednesday afternoon at one o'clock at the offices of the 'Triton'; take Andersson with you, then there'll be two of you."
"Been done already."
"Has it? How did the directors take it?" asked Falk, rising.
"They were embarrassed."
"Really? Much embarrassed?"
"Much embarrassed."
"And he himself?"