"Habermann, I am an old man."
"Yes, indeed, I know it; but the air is mild, the moon is risen; I will take you by the arm; yes, Moses, I will carry you, if you say so."
"Well, what is it, then?"
"Moses, I cannot tell you here; you must hear with your own ears, and see with your own eyes. You can do a good work."
"Habermann, you are an honest man, you have always been a friend to me, you will do what is right. Call David."
Habermann opened the door; to be sure, there he stood:
"Herr Inspector, you must not take my father out tonight, he is an old man."
"David!" cried the old man, "bring me my fur boots!"
"Father! you mustn't go! I will call mother."
"Call mother, if you want to, I shall go."