The detective to

"Goro Takeuchi? I can think of a few Takeuchi, but I don't know anyone who is 22 or 23 and whose name is Goro. Is this the man who says he killed me? ' Shibata was stunned to watch the detective.

"Well, he turned himself in at the police station this afternoon. We soon made it clear that no such incident had occurred, but we were a little worried, so we asked. This sort of thing happens all the time: they say they killed someone or did something, and they ask for it." 'said the dark detective with a wry smile.' Some crazy people. But this guy was very specific. I'm even more worried now that I've been here. There was nothing inconceivable about the exterior of the house being exactly the same as he had said. The point was that both the front door and the drawing-room were exactly the same. Goro Takeuchi may be a pseudonym. How about bringing him here to see?"

"Does he mean to have sneaked in last night and killed me? ... Has he any grudge against me?"

"According to him, the purpose was theft. The parlour window had been left unbolted, and the light was still on in the Japanese-style back room when he came in. So he went up to the second floor to steal it, and just then he heard a noise in the back room. Thinking that he had been discovered, he rushed dazed into the back room and stabbed the man who got up hurriedly. Because the woman cried out in alarm, he ran as fast as he could without thinking of stealing anything. But he remembers spattering the window with blood. He said he remembers breaking a pane of glass on his way out of the kitchen. He still has a wound on his hand, which is said to have been cut by broken glass at that time. And he said -- "Here, after a pause, the detective went on --" the lady, they say, is very untidy in her clothes. He said he remembered

She has two moles in her heart. But when it came to himself, he would not give any address but his name. A tall, thin man with big eyes..."

"I don't remember! Shibata said unhappily.

The detective nodded his head but looked worried. "Maybe it was just the guy who thought he had killed someone, when in fact he had only hurt them. I think it was just a stab in the arm..."

"I'm not hurt! Apart from anything else, I went on a business trip and got back this afternoon. People who know what my house looks like, there are people in the construction company, people who read electricity and water meters, all kinds of people."

"Of course, of course. Sorry to trouble you. For one thing, the situation is clear, and for another, as a police department, since it is a so-called robbery and murder, we must investigate. We thought it would be a good thing to talk about in the neighbourhood, so we called unexpectedly. Please don't mind."

"I know that. But there are some troublemakers."

"There are strange people. There's nothing you can do about them. Those who can be identified as diseased are easy to deal with. The problem is that some of them are serious. Looks like he thinks he's done it. Oh, excuse me."

The dark detective went back apologetically. Shibata sat glumly in the dining room. "What's the detective doing here?" asked the lady who was packing in the next room with the six Japanese MATS.

Shibata looked back and said, "I don't know who, but someone took advantage of my name."

There was a hole in the door, and the paper became new and caught his eye. He frowned, thought for a moment, got up again, and went into the kitchen. The back window window,

One of them was replaced with a new one. Shibata went back to the room with the six MATS and asked his wife, "What happened to the glass in the back door?"

"Ah, that one? It was broken with a rock or something. I don't know whether the children fought in the alley, or naughty. I had it put on at once yesterday."

"Oh, really?

Shibata agreed, but his eyes were fixed on the window.

"It couldn't have been the stone that hit this window anyway, could it?"

"Do you think so? It was broken when my sister brought the kids over. What's the matter, you?"

"Not very good at all."

Shibata turned his eyes to his wife's neck. The young wife did have two moles between her breasts. The wife looked at her husband with a strange expression.

"Is there anything on my face? I always thought you were a bit strange."

"Nothing. Is my sister the only one I've visited on business trips? Is it just the sister?"

Shibata looked at his wife unhappily.

At the same time, in the teahouse in front of the station, a man washing off dark paint in the toilet said to a grimacing man, "I was afraid he was going to ask me to show him the police handbook. Now, the debt of mahjong is wiped clean. I'll never do it again. But will it work like that?"

"There will be. Shibata is introverted and jealous. Doubt your wife for everything. She gets upset for no reason." "Said the scowling man.

The other, as if unexpectedly, said, "He does bear grudges, too. You got dumped by her, what, three years ago?"