The hidden spot was a piece of marble that had been broken loose in order to create a nice hole with a volatile door. Only the so-called door was as sharp as a needle and as strong as a rock. The police had not found the crime weapon, but the Drunken Old Nurse was fast to link the two things once she saw the blood. But how could the Writer have killed Anna Brown with a piece of marble attached to an entire wall?

               The trial began. The prosecutor handed the first evidence to the jury. “Cruel Passion”, the story of a fine woman with a heart big enough to love two men, but each of whom wanted her all to himself. The book clearly proved the Writer’s long wish for stabbing people at the central square. The fact that the victim was a woman only came to show he wanted to punish the character of the adulterous wife, who was evidently the main responsible for the death of her lover and was left unpunished as her husband was the one who paid for the crime.

            At the square, Drunken Old Nurse tried to solve the case. Maybe the man had pushed the victim against the sharp piece of marble? But there was only one set of footprints to be spotted on the still damp ground, female shoes. And why would the killer let the woman walk away? She fell on the middle of the square and you could barely see blood on the way from the loosen piece to where she was found, which most likely indicated she was holding the bruise.

                The jury seemed almost entirely convinced by the first evidence, but the prosecutor decided to bring a second one just to make sure the verdict would be favourable to his accusations. And very unfavourable to the distressed Writer, who now sat in silence, going through a very tough personal crisis as he watched his own art turn against him. “Loyal Heart”, the story of an innocent little girl who tried to fly and met her death. Could not all agree that a person who was cold enough to kill a pure child with her own naivety was capable of something just as vile but nevertheless not as cruel as that? The judge nodded and the Writer shook his head, both stupefied.

              After thorough examination, the truth was discovered. Drunken Old Nurse could almost see the scene develop in front of her eyes. Anna Brown, running home from a random walk as it started to rain, had tripped on a rock and fallen straight against the loosen piece of marble. Seriously bleeding, she tried desperately to keep walking towards the hospital, but the rain had made the floor too slippery and she ended up falling to the ground, from which she could not find the strength to get up and came to die as she lost more and more blood.

         The woman almost failed to free the Writer from his fiendish destiny, but she got to court seconds before the jury went out to deliberate. At first, the judge was reluctant to allow a drunken old lady to present her case, but the Writer’s useless lawyer decided to take a useful step for once and demanded that she was heard.

             It made sense, the case was closed and Anna Brown was allowed to be forgotten once again. As for the Writer, he burned all his books and began a career as a fantasy author. At least the creatures were unreal and could never be turned against him. He hoped.