La mano de un hombre muerto Page #2

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Remember, your uncle...

was the spitting image...

of your ancestors, my son.

Didn't you hear the horn?

Didn't you hear the horn?

Oh, yes.

Take the first left.

- The first left.

- Okay, okay.

Get up on the sidewalk.

Idiot.

Hey, babe.

Would you happen to have seen

an old, ugly, foolish...

little creep of

a police commissioner?

You're here about the crime?

What's going on?

This place is a mess.

They're all up there,

with the commissioner.

Thanks, honey.

See you later!

Hellmont.

There's too many people here.

Get rid of them.

Right away.

Come on, move away from here.

This doesn't concern you.

Can't we watch?

Yes, my friend, of course you can.

But there's nothing to see.

Go home now, you hear?

Okay, we're leaving.

All right, we'll go.

You there,

what do you want?

Come on, can't you see

I'm not taking anything?

Let him through.

Hello, Commissioner.

Tell me what's going on.

Don't worry, you'll read about it

in tomorrow's paper.

- Have you found the other one?

- You already know there's another one?

May I look for a second?

If you like.

It's not a pretty sight.

Hellmont?

Take her away, and send me

the results of the autopsy.

Tell me, Boro,

you got a suspect?

No, no one.

Come on, not even me?

I'm not in the mood

for jokes, Karl.

People around here

are all convinced it's a ghost.

They may be right.

There is a ghost.

It's the dead man

from the swamps, I know it.

Did anyone ask for your opinion?

He's right, sir.

He's a smart guy.

Why don't you question

all these people?

The murderer always returns

to the scene of the crime.

The next exam to join the police force

is three months from now.

You should take it.

In October, the exams

to be a journalist begin.

I suggest you don't take them.

I'm afraid you'd fail.

- Have you got your car?

- Yes. Brand-new.

Can you give me a ride?

Hellmont!

Is this guy bothering you?

No, he might come in handy.

Meet me at the inn.

You haven't heard of

the old ghost legend, have you?

Are you kidding?

I've known about it for a long time.

It always ends up being a regular old

criminal, with flesh and bones.

But there are often crimes

that go unsolved.

Of course.

That's because I wasn't there.

I see you're a humble man.

If the sadist of the legend

is a Von Klaus...

there might be others

in the family.

Not this time.

The two Von Klauses

each have a strong alibi.

The uncle spent the whole night

with his sick sister...

and the nephew was

on a trip with his fiance...

What do you think of this car?

I bought it from Berger,

the American correspondent.

All right.

- What time are you free?

- Are you a cop? Not a chance.

So, what's new?

According to the autopsy,

the girl was sexually assaulted.

No kidding.

And the weapon used

was a dagger-

A dagger?

Well, there's a piece of news.

Let me finish.

A dagger of Damascus steel

with a curved blade.

Traces of rust

were found in the body.

- An ancient weapon.

- That's right. I've inquired.

"That kind of dagger

with a curved blade is of Arab origin.

They were used

till the 18th century...

but are no longer manufactured. "

The tracks in the snow

indicate a size ten.

In other words, a guy 5'5" tall.

He could be five feet tall,

wearing shoes that don't belong to him.

Or an old woman

with the feet of a giant.

Don't get angry. Nobody

told you it couldn't be a woman.

I'm sure the killer is a sadist.

- Are you a psychoanalyst?

- Yes.

What do you think of all this?

This kind of psychopath

kills for the pleasure it gives him...

to see the agony of his victims.

That's why the poor girl

was raped.

The crime

is connected to this act.

Are they conscious

of their behavior?

They know very well

what they're doing, I'm sure.

When they're no longer in crisis,

they seem completely normal...

even agreeable and friendly.

Like you, for example,

Mr. Kallman?

That's right.

Or like yourself, sir.

I see.

But knowing the area

like I know it...

it's not around here

that the right trail is found.

This kind of criminal

loves complication.

His instinct guides him to make

people believe in a natural death.

I'm a moron

when it comes to this stuff.

You're finally beginning

to know yourself.

What about you?

Where were you last night?

I'm sorry to disappoint you,

Commissioner...

but witnesses will tell you

I haven't left this place.

Have you been living here

a long time, Kallman?

Very good.

journalists ask questions too?

No, thanks, I don't need

a go-between.

Sorry, I only ask

because I find it strange...

that you came to this specific place

to write your books.

Good evening.

Ludwig!

This is terrible.

Come on, go to sleep

and don't think about it.

"I hope these memoirs will be used

by my descendants as a guide.

It's an initiation

into a passionate world...

of rare and unknown sensations...

a seductive and tragic world...

bred in pain and blood...

the tragic eroticism

of all the senses...

finally ending in death. "

Where are you going like that?

Pardon me.

I must seem very nervous.

Good night.

Good night.

"International Singing Star

Dorian Vincet"

Take me along

because I love you

Hold me tight in your arms

Our happiness is here

Without looking any further

You can find love

With me

- Good evening.

- Good evening.

Dorian, you were terrific tonight.

Do you want a drink?

Not tonight.

I don't feel very well.

As a doctor, I can help with that.

Thanks. I think I need

to get some sleep, that's all.

Do you want a drink

before you go to bed?

A scotch.

Let's have lunch tomorrow, okay?

Fine. Let's meet

in the lobby at noon.

- Go and get some rest.

- See you tomorrow.

- Good evening.

- Good evening, my love!

Evening, Ludwig.

How come you're here at this hour?

I'm working, that's all.

What about you?

It wouldn't interest you much.

You're wrong.

Everything you do interests me.

Well, listen then,

I'm the only one in command here...

so I won't have anyone

asking me questions, understand?

And I won't have anyone

spying on me!

Nobody has anything to say.

Nobody saw anything.

You can all go.

But no one is to leave the hotel

for the next 24 hours.

Commissioner, excuse me...

but if you don't allow me to leave,

I'll be in big trouble, believe me!

I'm really sorry, sir.

Bring me the hotel registry.

The hotel registry!

You see, my wife doesn't know

I'm here.

Then you must let her know.

Otherwise I'll have to tell her myself.

Angelina?

- Make sure nobody leaves the hotel.

- Yes, sir.

Hurry up!

And there are also guests

just passing through.

Those who only came for dinner.

Or just to have a drink.

Were there a lot last night?

We're not in high season yet.

The big crowd arrives in two weeks.

So, my dear Borowski,

you left without letting me know.

Ah, I left. Sorry, Karl.

Rudolf Bender. Who is he?

He wasn't questioned, was he?

- Perhaps you should ask the concierge.

- Fritz?

What time did Mr. Bender get here?

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