I knew the house where Dr. Dager lived with her husband quite well, because it had been my house. She had a flat in the city that was closer to her work, so she spent some days in her flat, and others in my house. Her husband had permanently moved into my former house. I had checked her husband. He knew the days when his wife stayed in the city, so used his time of for his second life behind her back. He had found a lover in the suburbs, which I did happen to know. She even told me about him, so I could figure out an day were he would not be at home before the morning. Time to act for me. First, I had to make sure that Dr. Dager would not stay in her flat tonight, but would drive back to her home, expecting to find her husband there. This was the more difficult part. I had thought of invading her flat, but this was to dangerous and difficult. But the cold autumn weather gave me an idea. I went to her flat soon after she had left and went to the back of the house. I knew in which floor she lived, and the place of her bedroom. I had taken an airgun along and fired a quick shot at the window. The glas shattered, and I knew she would find her rooms very cold when she would return. of course, there was no chance that she could get the window fixed that night, and even if she could, she would not get her rooms warm that fast. She would try to phone her husband in vain, then she would drive back to her, or rather my old house.
This was the second part and quite easy. I still had copies of all the keys. When I got to the house, her husband was gone, as he should be. The keys of the front door had been replaced, but at last I found one still matching key for the cellar. I felt odd when I got into my old house, everything rearranged and changed. I sat down and waited, watching the driveway. The telephone rang, as I expected. She probably thought her husband was watching TV or taking a shower. I waited longer, and I saw her car stopping before the house. She got off, wearing a white fleece-jacket, a pink pullover and dark grey pants. She was expecting that her husband was at home, and rang the door. |