Karl would pick him up at 10.40 a.m. to drive him to the hospital. Rudolf would come along too. Jonathan had been sure of that.‘Good luck,’ said Reeves. ‘I’ll see you later.’Jonathan was downstairs in the lobby, reading a London Times, when Rudolf walked in a few minutes early, Rudolf was smiling a shy, mouselike smile, looking more like Kafka than ever.‘Morning, Herr Trevanny!’ he said.Rudolf and Jonathan got into the back of the big car.‘Luck with report!’ said Rudolf pleasantly.‘I intend to speak with the doctor too,’ said Jonathan just as pleasantly.He was sure Rudolf understood this, but Rudolf looked a little confused and said, ‘Wir werden versuchen —’Jonathan went with Rudolf into the hospital, though Rudolf had said he could fetch the report and also find out if the doctor was free. Karl had helpfully translated, so that Jonathan understood perfectly. Karl, in fact, seemed neutral, Jonathan thought, and probably was. The atmosphere to Jonathan was strange, however, as if everyone were acting, acting badly, even himself.
