Tjaden replies, without knowing it, in the well-known classical phrase.

At the same time he ventilates his backside.

“I’ll have you court-martialled,” storms Himmelstoss.

We watch him disappear in the direction of the Orderly Room. Haie and Tjaden burst into a regular peat-digger’s bellow. Haie laughs so much that he dislocates his jaw, and suddenly stands there helpless with his mouth wide open. Albert has to put it back again by giving it a blow with his fist.

Kat is troubled: “If he reports you, it’ll be pretty serious.”

“Do you think he will?” asks Tjaden.

“Sure to,” I say.

“The least you’ll get will be five days close arrest,” says Kat.