'If you use it wrong,' Drachtsma said slowly, 'you go wrong.'
There seemed nothing else to say and the commissaris looked at Mrs. Drachtsma and pointed at the door with his head.
'Yes, commissaris,' Mrs. Drachtsma said.
De Gier was at the door when Drachtsma called him. He walked back and bowed down to the slack body in the large bed. The white hand came up slowly and closed on de Gier's wrist.
'Don't win,' Drachtsma said. 'To try to win is childish.'
De Gier wanted to go but the hand held his wrist.
'Sergeant,' Drachtsma whispered.
'Yes, Mr. Drachtsma.'
'Don't ever try to win. You are still young. You can unlearn a lot.'
'Yes, Mr. Drachtsma,' de Gier said.
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