I press a few more cigarettes into his hand. “Do us the favour⁠—”

“Well, all right,” he says.

Kropp goes in with him. He doesn’t trust him and wants to see. We wait outside.

Müller returns to the subject of the boots. “They would fit me perfectly. In these boots I get blister after blister. Do you think he will last till tomorrow after drill? If he passes out in the night, we know where the boots⁠—”

Kropp returns. “Do you think⁠—?” he asks.

“Done for,” said Müller emphatically.