"I want to tell them something," I cried, putting the finishing touches to the mysterious protagonist.
He was alive. He was frightening to look upon. His face, seen from the side, foreshortened on the wall, stood out against the white background with a prodigious presence.
The jailer left me.
A few minutes later the two judges appeared. They stood there open-mouthed.
As for me, my arm outstretched and trembling in every limb, I said to them:
"Behold the murderer!"
Van Spreckdal, after some moments of silence, asked:
"His name?"
"I don't know… but he is at this moment in time in the covered market… he's cutting meat on the third stall on the left as you enter the market hall through the Street of the Bodyguards."
"What do you think?" he said, leaning towards his fellow judge.