Your Vice is a Locked Room and Only I Have the Key Page #5

Complete discretion, sir.

Goodnight.

Madame, I'm really tired.

I'm going to bed.

Goodnight, my girl.

Tomorrow starts well:

50,000 a time!

Goodnight.

- Goodnight, madame.

- Get some rest.

Madame, is that you?

Sleeping beauty,

got any cream?

Sleeping?

I'd like to wake up with you.

And the cream?

First class.

Really fresh and appreciated

throughout the area.

- You're not Italian, are you?

- Half and half.

I see, so they've conned

another woman.

There was a black woman before you

who said she was equal

but they got her to be their servant.

Maybe that's why she left.

- You knew her well?

- Like peas in a pod.

- Sorry, do you understand Italian well?

- So she left you?

She disappeared.

One fine morning she was gone.

As long as she didn't

end up like Giovanna...

Meaning?

- Good morning, Mr Rouvigny.

- Good morning.

I'm racing a bike on Sunday.

If you come you'll see

I'm not that sleepy...

They like me, they like me,

that's for sure!

European integration's not bad.

Don't you agree, Mr Rouvigny?

I'm sorry, Inspector, but I've been

really out of touch for a while.

Integration of what?

Here we are in a peaceful Veneto town,

with German beer,

Scottish whiskey...

...and atomic condiments

for everyone.

That's the trouble with you

intellectuals... pessimism.

Is there anything to laugh about?

I didn't think the Homicide Squad

was a school of humor.

No, quite the opposite.

We do what we can

with what we've got.

Exceptional equipment...

Just think, our forensic scientist's

even got a magnifying glass!

But, joking apart,

I must apologise to you.

Apologise? Why?

- About Bartoli.

- Ah.

- The bookseller.

- His real name's Liguori.

He escaped from Boretto

Psychiatric Prison eight years ago.

He killed the two girls

in a fit of madness.

Good, so you won't have

any more problems, Inspector.

But that's the thing about problems.

They never end.

Now my dear wife knows

that I didn't kill the girl.

Now she knows, but a woodworm's

eating into her brain.

The woodworm's working away

and says he was the murderer,

that the murderer sleeps

next to her in bed.

- Leave me alone! You're drunk!

- Yes, I'm drunk

like I was drunk that night.

But it wasn't me

who killed the black maid.

I didn't kill that dirty negro.

I didn't kill her, it wasn't me!

So why don't you tell the police?

Let me...

You're crazy, you're crazy,

you're killing me...

You're killing me...

Let me go...

Dario Luisetti, number 7,

has taken the lead on lap 5

and looks like he's got the race.

In second place, number 3:

Armando Gardiglia.

In third, Lucio Tarmaglio.

Then there's the Spaniard

Luis Soler-Borrego...

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