That's my story...

"There is no pain you are receding. A distant ship smoke on the horizon. You have only coming through in wares" is playing on the radio in the victims' house while the policeman are searching some evidence. The air is strange. The murder is unknown and the death of Mr Duff has uspet his family. He was a correct person, "a great worker", and seemed impossible he was killed, for how he was loved. Later his wife noticed an his particular concern for Dostoevskij (with his anguished questions about the existence of God and evil, the criminality of the offences and consistency of sentences), maybe she could imagine something. The victim before death often returned late in the evening, with trivial excuses. Fortunately there are two witnesses (the neighbours) that saw him entering his home with another person (a woman, they think). This is the last time in which someone has seen him. The investigator suspects that this woman is Mrs Coscialunga, a woman "of easy costumes" who has known Mr Duff from childhood.

In the police station the voice of Mrs Coscialunga seems safe and innocent:

"Yes sir, I remember that my life depend on my answers"

"Well, where were you yesterday at ten o clock p.m.?"

"I was at work, sir"

"The Duffs' neighbours saw someone with Mr Duff entering with him into his home"

"I don't know that, sir"

"Are you married, Mrs Coscialunga?"

"Yes, sir, my husbands' name is Berto"

"Where was he yesterday?"

"I think he was with his friends at the bar for the soccer match"

"And...."

Suddenly a brutal man enters the room screaming "you are a prostitute and you'll pay as him!" taking a hammer from his pocket and running to her with threatening air.

The policeman immediately tries to stop him, but he kills them with

his hammer.

While Mrs Coscialunga is running away to save herself she cries:

"Help me! Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me!".

So the investigator tells at the crazy man:

"I know that you are a good man, put down the hammer, sir"

"Why should I do it?"

"Because your action isn't rational"

"It's true, sir. But what is rational?"

"Rational gets you in prison!"

And the investigator blocks him, solving the case.

Federico Mazzinghi