�It�s you they want now, Kluge, the gentlemen of the SS, and they�re keen to question you in their own inimitable fashion. They believe the statement, and they believe you�re the author, or at the very least, the distributor of the cards. And they�ll wring that from you, they�ll wring everything they want from you with their techniques, they�ll squeeze you like an orange, and then they�ll beat your brains out, or they�ll put you on trial before the People�s Court, which comes to pretty much the same thing, only your agonies will be more drawn out.�The Inspector paused, and the wholly terrified Kluge pressed himself against him � the man he had just called a murderer � as though seeking help from him. Kluge: �But you know it wasn�t me!� he stammered. �God�s own truth! You can�t deliver me to them, I can�t stand it, I�ll scream ���Of course you�ll scream,� affirmed the Inspector equably. �Of course you will. But that won�t bother them, they�ll enjoy it. You know what, Kluge, they�ll sit you down on a stool and they�ll hang a strong light in your face, and you�ll keep staring into the light, and the heat and the brightness will be like nothing you�ve ever experienced. And at the same time they will ask you questions, one man will take over from another, but no one will take over from you, however exhausted you get. Then when you fall over from exhaustion, they�ll rouse you with kicks and blows, and they�ll give you salt water to drink, and when none of that does any good, they will dislocate every bone in your hand one by one. They will pour acid on the soles of your feet ���Please stop, sir, oh, please stop, I can�t hear any more ���Not only will you hear it, you will have to suffer it, Kluge, for a day, for two, three, five days � and all the time, day and night they will give you nothing to eat, your belly will shrivel up to the size of a string bean, and you will think you can die from sheer pain. But you won�t die; once they have someone in their hands, they don�t let them go that easily. No, they will �� [4]