After I had explained to him what my predicament was, professor Hubnoth decided he'd better take me home with him and discuss the matter with Moshe Cohen. He set me down in a chair by the fire, while he went upstairs to change into something more comfortable.
In the meantime I wandered around the room looking for things that I would need to steal. The furniture was old fashioned, possibly antique. Some sculptures and a few paintings.
I looked up and saw Marcel coming down the stairs wearing a Japanese kimono and not much else.
He sat down and from a small table next to him poured generous amounts of whisky in two tumblers.
'Moshe Cohen is an artist, really,' he said, handing me my drink. 'A chameleon who can be anything he likes or needs to be.' Professor Hubnoth looked at me with weary eyes heavy with sleep. 'That's quite a corner you've painted yourself in, Yosht,' he said, charmingly mispronouncing my name. 'But you can rest assured, Moshe Cohen will think of something.'
At that moment Moshe made his usual entrance, coming down the stairs like a diva dressed in a bikers outfit. Professor Hubnoth looked up and applauded. 'Absolutely fabulous,' he exclaimed. 'Brilliant.'
Moshe Cohen came straight to the point. 'So you promised Siegfried Schulz that you're going to rob us? Steal us blind?'
'Well, we'll not take everything...'
'O, you will let us keep the bare necessities now, won't you? How kind! A bed, a table, maybe a chair or two. Very generous, indeed.'
I didn't know where to look or how to respond. He sounded very fierce, like an angry biker, like a member of Hell's Angels.
Professor Hubnoth intervened and explained that what we needed now was a plan. A plan to present to Siegfried Schulz. 'Yosht here needs a plan, Moshe, that's all.'
'Schulz?' Moshe Cohen asked surprised, 'Schulz, the one-eyed undertaker?'