I started to say something about the war being over, but there didn’t seem like much point, what with another one on the way, and Gottfried being such a spinner.

‘So,’ I said. ‘Were you at the massage parlour on Richard Wagner Strasse, or not?’

‘Maybe. One doesn’t always remember the exact locations of places like that. I don’t make a habit of — ’

‘Spare me the character reference. One of the girls there says that you tried to kill her.’

‘That’s preposterous.’

‘She’s quite adamant, I’m afraid.’

‘Has this girl made a complaint against me?’

‘Yes, she has.’

Gottfried Bautz chuckled smugly. ‘Come now, Herr Kommissar. We both know that’s not true. In the first place there hasn’t been an identification parade. And in the second, even if there was, there’s not a snapper in the whole of Germany who would report so much as a lost poodle. No complaint, no witness, and I fail to see why we’re having this conversation at all.’

‘She says that you tied her up like a hog, nudged her mouth and then tried to strangle her.’

‘She says, she says. Look, what is this shit? It’s my word against hers.’

‘You’re forgetting the witness, aren’t you, Gottfried? The girl who came in while you were squeezing the shit out of the other one? Like I said, you’re not an easy man to forget.’

‘I’m prepared to let a court decide who is telling the truth here,’ he said. ‘Me, a man who fought for his country, or a couple of stupid little honeybees. Are they prepared to do the same?’ He was shouting now, sweat starting off his forehead like pastry-glaze. ‘You’re just pecking at vomit, and you know it.’

I sat down again and aimed my forefinger at the centre of his face.

‘Don’t get smart, Gottfried. Not in here. The Alex breaks more skin that way than Max Schmelling, and you don’t always get to go back to your dressing-room at the end of the fight.’ I folded my hands behind my head, leant back and looked nonchalantly up at the ceiling. ‘Take my word for it, Gottfried. This little bee isn’t so dumb that she won’t do exactly what I tell her to do. If I tell her to french the magistrate in open court she’ll do it. Understand?’

‘You can go fuck yourself, then,’ he snarled. ‘I mean, if you’re going to custom-build me a cage then I don’t see that you need me to cut you a key. Why the hell should I answer any of your questions?’