“Why, no, sir, not these last days—I was drover on a transport of pigs; we brought ‘em down from Hungary, 200 of ‘em, to the slaughter house here.”
“When was that?”
“That was—that was Monday.”
“This last Monday?”
“Yes, sir.
“And then you went to Hietzing?”
“Yes, sir, that’s right.”
“Why did you go to Hietzing?”
“Why, see here, sir, if I had gone to Ottakring, then I suppose you would have asked why did I go to Ottakring. I just went to Hietzing. A fellow has to go somewhere. You don’t stay in the same spot all the time, do you?”
Again the commissioner turned his head and another smile went through the room. This Hietzing murderer had a sense of humour.