Slim smiled.
“No,” he said. “Not yet.... But very soon....”
Josaphat did not answer. He was staring at the piece of paper, white, printed and written on, which lay before him on the blue-black table. He did not see the figure upon it. He only saw the name upon it:
Joh Fredersen.
The signature, as though written with the blade of an axe:
Joh Fredersen.
Josaphat turned his head this way and that as though he felt the blade of the axe at his neck.
“No,” he croaked. “No, no, no...!”
“Not enough yet?” asked Slim.
“Yes!” said he in a mutter. “Yes! It is enough.”