In part one of  'A wash' you witnessed how Karl Schneider as south brilliantly made 6♥.
Now we watch the events on the other table.

		♠	Q 9 8 7 2
		♥	K J 2
		♦	A K 9 7 3
		♣	-
♠	A 6			♠	K 5 3
♥	6 5			♥	10 9
♦	6 4 2			♦	Q J 8 5
♣	K 9 8 7 6 3			♣	Q J 10 2
		♠	J 10 4
		♥	A Q 8 7 4 3
		♦	10
		♣	A 5 4

On the other table the Germans derailed as well: they ended up in 6♠! North was the declarer.
Against good defence NS can take a trick more in a spade contract (no spade ruff possible!) than in a heart contract, yet it is doubtful whether 6♠ is a better contract than 6♥.
East chose the obvious lead: ♣Q. The declarer (north) happened to be judge Egmont von Dewitz. The honourable magistrate won with dummy's ♣A, while deploring the lack in progress in medical science, which still prevented the execution of brain transplants. As soon as these were possible, he reflected, he certainly would advise his partner to undergo one.
Declarer ran ♠J from dummy.

East ducked! Of course he planned to take the next trump trick (declarer would certainly repeat the 'finesse') to shoot a trump back, in order to prevent a diamond ruff in dummy.
But declarer did not repeat the 'finesse'. Now that trump jack had won, the judge crossed to ♦A in his hand and played from there a small trump...
East nervously started wriggling on his chair, his eyes glued to ♠K and ♠5 in his hand. What kind of an idiotic play is this, he thought. Had he been too slow in ducking ♠J and was the declarer now trying to hoax him? If east did not play ♠K now, the chuckling declarer might win with ♠10 and subsequently bring down east's ♠K with ♠A.
Or did his partner have trump ace? East broke out in a cold sweat. Couldn't he forfeit his turn? Or go home? For a nice in-depth game of goose with his mother-in-law?
Feeling the eyes of the world on him, he looked at the declarer. The magistrate had laid down his cards on the table and studied the ceiling, hands folded in his neck. It did not make east any wiser.
Perhaps his partner then? (In a really critical situation, one tends to lose sight of ethics...). Helplessly he observed his partner, hoping to conclude something from the bearing of the latter's eyebrows. No, the man looked down silently, studying his shoe laces. Not a groan or a moan to be heard. Not even a random movement of a corner of his mouth. Nothing...
East noted dummy was looking at him with contempt. As if he was saying: 'Ducking with ♠K, eh? The honourable one has had them hanged for much less!'

Anyway, you know which card east played in the end, because you have read the title of this column. He played ♠K. His partner had to overtake with ♠A, while muttering a phrase I have not been able to find in my 'German for travellers' dictionary. Twelve tricks for the judge. A wash...

This kind of events can crack even strong personalities. As it did with poor Austrian east: he started sliding down. He enriched hordes of psychiatrists, searching for the answer to important questions like 'what is the difference between ♠K and an electrical chair?' and 'what is the connection between the outside temperature on Easter Sunday and the sex drive of the South-European nocturnal swallow?'

And you? You continue your voyage on this beautiful bridge site and promise solemnly never to duck with ♠Kxx.