"What is your name? What is your age? Where do you live? What are your father's and mother's names?"
"Lies are no good," said the inspector, a burly unshaven man; "confess that you have killed this man."
"But I did not kill him," protested Asako.
"Who killed him then? You must know that," said the inspector triumphantly.
"It was Tanaka," said Asako.
"Who is this Tanaka?" the inspector asked the policeman.
"I do not know; perhaps it is lies," he answered sulkily.
"But it is not lies," expostulated Asako, "he ran away through the window. You can see his footmarks in the snow."
"Did you see the marks?" the policeman was asked.
"No; perhaps there were no marks."