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that lies oating on the oor
Shall be lifted...
nevermore.
Who's next?
It's called
"The Buttery and the Bee".
An exquisite title, Mrs. Bradley.
"The buttery to her brother bee
did sing a song of spring.
'"Come, listen to my ode of thee,
thou honey-making thing..."
Stop, please.
It's terrible. I suspected it was.
"Thou honey-making thing"?
- I attempted to rhyme the lyric.
- You've succeeded.
The juxtaposition
of the beauty of nature
with the whores
of our recently mechanized society,
reducing brother bee to nothing more
than a "honey-making thing",
a meaningless cog
bound for destruction
within the machine of nature.
It's brilliant, Mrs. Bradley!
It's terrifying, but it's brilliant.
I'm so sorry to interrupt.
- Someone's here to see you.
- Excellent. Who?
Mr. Poe?
Barbarian with a badge.
What's going on?
- Why is hair attracted to a magnet?
- What?
from coal and wood.
Am I under arrest?
I'm Detective Fields.
Please, sit down, Mr. Poe.
Yes, the infamous Detective Fields.
Am I under arrest?
No. Not as yet.
Then I'd rather stand.
I am...
I'm a reader of your work.
I didn't say I was an admirer.
And yet you read them.
and her mother were found murdered,
the daughter lodged in a chimney,
the mother's head nearly severed
with a straight razor.
The killer ed through a window
in which a lock was feigned
with a nail sawn in half.
Does any of this
sound familiar to you, Mr. Poe?
But you're talking about my story.
A work of fiction.
I'm afraid I'm not.
According to various witnesses,
you were seen drunk two nights ago
in a tavern near the harbour.
What time did you leave?
I don't remember.
My leaving was... involuntary.
Do you actually think
May I see your hand?
Which one?
Either will do.
Perhaps with the aid of accomplices
such a scenario
might be conceivable,
however improbable.
Yet what cannot be disputed
is the fact that your imagination
has inspired a horrendous crime.
Am I to be charged, then?
Is imagination now a felony?
Come!
Inspector, can I have a word?
This is Henry Maddux,
editor of the "Baltimore Patriot".
He was brought in
to identify the body.
His name is... I mean, was...
Gris... Griswold.
- Ludwig Griswold.
- He worked for you?
- Freelance writer.
- What things did he write?
Some poetry. Mostly criticism.
You know, the easy stuff.
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