A Shot in the Dark Page #5

smoke afterwards?

No wonder tobacco companies get rich.

Yes, l must admit l had never

thought of it quite that way.

Hm. Last night, it was to be our last night.

It was all finished.

- You were leaving him?

- Oh, no. He was leaving me.

Poor Miguel. He was really in one

of his moods last night.

First he babbled in Spanish,

and then he cried.

He really broke down and cried.

- You don't say.

- I do say.

And then when l tried to console him,

make him feel better,

suddenly he was tearing off my clothes

and cursing like a madman.

Hm.

Very strange.

Very strange.

The thing l don't understand...

Ostos was leaving you

and yet by your own account

he was behaving like a jealous madman.

Well, you see, l thought

if he was leaving me he'd suffer,

thinking that l was alone.

And... and so l told him

there was someone else.

Mm-hm.

It was a lie. I admit that.

But only out of kindness.

Ah!

- Oh, uh...

- I'm sorry.

- It's nothing at all, really. Stupid tailor.

- Beautiful suit.

Yes, l know, but don't worry.

A few stitches and you'll never know.

Miguel? Ah!

Hercule?

Must l go back to prison?

unfortunately, yes.

But... don't give up hope.

- What do you want?

- You sent for me.

Of course l sent for you!

Goodbye.

Goodbye, my dar... uh, Miss Gambrelli.

Well, there's no doubt in my mind

she is shielding someone.

- Do you think you can break her down?

- Mm.

Given enough time l could

have her eating out of my hand.

Anyway, we have no time. We must

catch him before he leaves the country.

- But if you don't know who he is...

- She will lead me to him.

- Release her.

- Release her?

How can she lead me to him

if she's in prison?

- But Commissioner Dreyfus...

- I will assume responsibility.

Release her. I will apprehend

this culprit within 24 hours.

Argh!

Get me out of here.

Quick, nurse, the screens.

I've got Africa all over my hand now.

Nice balloons.

Do you have a licence

to sell these balloons?

Licence?

(siren)

- Yes?

- Good morning, monsieur.

Good morning, Georges.

Is there something l can do for you?

Well, yes. And perhaps

there's something l can do for you.

What could you possibly do for me?

You remember the night of the murder?

- Is that a rhetorical question?

- What?

Now, come along, Georges.

What is it you want?

I saw you climbing down

from Maria's room.

- You have sharp eyes.

- Oh, yes.

And a big stomach. It's so hard

to keep it filled, prices these days.

Are we going to discuss the economy

or will you come to the point?

The point is 100,000 francs.

You know, for the groceries.

Then perhaps my eyes

will grow small again.

Yes. Well, we'll certainly have

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