When a guy is so obsessed with a radish that he lets her in his room to talk about sin at night. Then the radish poisons the thick clerk with arsenic, just like the clerk did to her brother. The cops are lazy, can’t do trials, and are married to their boring job. The physiognomist is too mad to care, but he’s probably better off with the cops because the radish might mess with them too. Maybe the whole thing was a scam.