thought we. got most of it, but he may have been in that condition for hours. In some places we scraped off more than an inch and we had to use solvents to get rid of the rest. There's a bruise on the head, that may explain his predicament too. And there's fear. People can die of fright. A number of causes, I would say.'
'This is the worst mugging I've ever seen,' Grijpstra said. 'They went all out.'
The doctor felt Beelema's pulse and shook his head. 'He's out too,' the doctor said. 'We'll have an autopsy to determine the exact nature of his death. I'll let you know what we come up with.'
The commissaris released Beelema's hand. He got up and bowed his head.
'You warned him, didn't you, sir?' de Gier asked as he slid behind the wheel of the Citroen.
'Yes. But I was too late.'
'We're always too late,' Grijpstra said from the rear of the car.
The Citroen found a place in the heavy morning traffic and coasted slowly back to Headquarters. The commissaris led the way to the canteen.
'Too late,' he said to de Gier, 'but I think he was entitled to this, it was his right'
'Man has no rights,' Grijpstra said, joining the line for the coffee machine, 'only duties.'
The commissaris held up his mug. 'We have one right, adjutant, the right to face the consequences of our deeds.'
De Gier mumbled as he shuffled through the crowd of constables and detectives, carrying a plate of apple cake and his coffee.
'What was that, sergeant?'
'What a way to go, sir. A nightmare. And it started out so well. Grijpstra danced and sang. I saw bits of beauty everywhere. We were floating right on top of the whole thing and then we got sucked in again.'
The commissaris walked over to the cigarette machine, dropped in some coins and came back.
'It's all in your own mind, sergeant.'
De Gier tore the pack open, took out a cigarette, accepted a light from Grijpstra, and sucked in the smoke.
'There,' the adjutant said, 'you'll feel better.'
'Much.'
'Everything is all right. Asta will be waiting for you when you come. She is a beautiful girl and she loves you.'
'Yes.'
'Security will be restored.'
'Yes.'
The commissaris touched de Crier's hand. 'Security is in the mind too, Rinus.'
The adjutant got up to reach over to the next table for some sugar. A passing constable didn't notice him and took his chair. When the adjutant tried to sit down again, he fell to the floor.
'I see.' De Gier helped Grijpstra to his feet.
'I hope you haven't hurt yourself,' the commissaris said and pulled up another chair.
