Your Vice is a Locked Room and Only I Have the Key

come in last night.

Brenda's not here

so you'll have to get it. Get dressed.

- They must be fast sleep, Inspector.

- Yep.

- Good morning.

- Mr Rouvigny?

- What do you want?

- I apologise...

I apologise for this unusual hour.

I'm Inspector Farla.

It's a bother, I know,

but I have to ask you

some questions.

About what?

Something...

...private.

I am Oliviero Rouvigny.

I know you very well, Mr Rouvigny...

at least by name.

Even Inspectors are victims

of compulsory education...

We occasionally read books.

Perhaps it would be better

if we went inside, Mr Rouvigny.

Of course, come with me.

I understand it won't be

pleasant for madam,

but I'd like to exchange

a few words in private.

Why? I've got no secrets

from my wife.

Very well.

That'll make it quicker.

You had a date last night

with a shop assistant

from the Roma Bookshop.

Is that right?

Who, Fausta?

Yes...

We used to see each

other a lot, Inspector,

but definitely not last night.

I was a teacher at Tasso High School

ten years ago

and Fausta was one of my students.

And they speak badly of students!

To keep a friendship going

with her own teacher for ten years.

That's lovely,

don't you agree, madam?

Very...

Oliviero's students

always had a soft spot for him.

I expect it's a high school complex.

How much sugar?

None, thank you, madam.

If I understand correctly, Fausta's

accused me of standing her up?

Vittorio.

She probably didn't have time.

We don't believe she died accidentally,

Mr Rouvigny.

It really is Fausta.

- But who could have...?

- Killed her so horribly?

That's what we've got to find out.

All we know for now

is that she was killed

with a curved blade,

a sickle perhaps.

Mr Rouvigny...

where were you

from 8:
00 till 10:00 last night?

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