"The 'False Foreigner' would not let me."
"Prattle! It is too late to talk now. Where are your fellow accomplices by this time?"
"Eh?"
"Those who robbed the Chao family that night."
"They didn't come to call me and moved away all the things themselves," sputtered Ah Q, becoming more and more indignant.
"Where did they go? Tell us and we will give you your freedom," gently persuaded the old man.
"I don't know — they didn't come to call me." Presently the old man made a signal with his eyes and Ah Q was put behind the barred door.
The next time he was taken out of confinement was the morning of the next day. The hall appeared the same as formerly: above him sat the old man with the perfectly shorn head. Ah Q again knelt.
The old man gently questioned him, "Have you anything else to say?"
Ah Q searched his mind once and finding nothing to say, straightway replied, "Nothing."
Consequently, a long-coated man brought a s⟨h⟩eet of paper and a brush, which he placed before Ah Q and insisted upon putting the brush into his hand. At that moment, Ah Q was thoroughly
