The Officer's Observation

The moment I stepped into that house I knew something was wrong. The man invited us for tea and that gave it all away. I faked a smile he wouldn’t see, the madman showed us the treasures, the jewels the murdered man collected. We all sat down and talked until the crazy lunatic started to rush his words, banged the old stool against the floor, and all we did was laugh. Finally out came the truth, the one he could bare no longer. It all came out--the extensive planning--the teardrops from his eyes were flooding the room. He thought all guilt washed away, that he was out in the open, but we could see his heart wasn’t.