hes. peter has no choice but to lure her with a piece of bread. Mouschi takes the bait, follows him out, and the door closes.I watch the entire scene through a crack in the door.Mr. van Daan is angry and slams the door. Margot and I exchange looks and think the same thing: he must have worked himself into a rage again because of some blunder on Mr. Kugler's part, and he's forgotten all about the Keg Company next door.Another step is heard in the hallway. Dussel comes in, goes toward the window with an air of propriety, sniffs. . . coughs, sneezes and clears his throat. He's out of luck -- it was pepper. He continues on to the front office. The curtains are open, which means he can't get at his writing paper. He disappears with a scowl.Margot and I exchange another glance. "One less page for his sweetheart tomorrow," I hear her say. I nod in agreement.An elephant's tread is heard on the stairway. It's Dussel, seeking comfort in his favorite spot.We continue working. Knock, knock, knock. . . Three taps means dinnertime!