says Antonin wistfully, shaking his head with feigned mirth at Kluh, "that is where you are very wrong, my dear friend. For you see,"
whispered the old man with a helpless gesture, "Antonin knows that you have done something most unfortunate."
He sighs and places a hand upon Kluh's shoulder. "You have been to steal something which did not belong to you."
"Now, Antonin knows that it was not very valuable. You are paid to steal it, yes? You do not get hands dirty, no, you give smokes to boy and tell him to steal bag of bones. Bag of bones, bag of bones that you throw into sewers when you see it is such."
The decrepit man, himself nearly a bag of bones, turns his rheumy-eyed gaze upon the rough thug with what almost seems a look of pity. "It is not being worth anything to man like you."
"But it is being like many things in life,"
Antonin recites with regret. "It is not the money that matters... it is the principle."