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Franz Ascher was indeed a miserable and unprepossessing specimen.He wasblubbering and cringing and blustering alternately.His bleary eyes movedshiftily from one face to another. "What do you want with me?I have not done nothing.It is a shame and ascandal to bring me here!You are swine，how dare you?"His manner changedsuddenly."No，no，I do not mean that-you would not hurt a poor oldFranz.Poor old Franz." Mr Ascher started to weep.

"That'll do，Ascher，"said the inspector."Pull yourself together.I'm notcharging you with anything-yet.And you're not bound to make a statementunless you like.On the other hand，if you're not concerned in the murder ofyour wife-"Ascher interrupted him-his voice rising to a scream. "I did not kill her!I did not kill her!It is all lies!You are goddamnedEnglish pigs-all against me.I never kill her-never." "You threatened to ofter enough，Ascher."