4x-xx-xx ep56 The Doll

Out of the past, tantrums of a world gone by, speak again their immortal tale, the dog. Quiet.

I'll have the bailiff clear the court that this continues. Quiet. Now then, did the court understand the defence correctly? The defendant wishes to make a statement. Yes, Your Honor. I wish to make it regarding the death of the fortune teller Madam Philomill of Goelah Street.

My name is I have said your honor is Frederick Hippie. I am an inventor and I've fashioned many strange things. In Goelah Street I was and still am called the wondersmith. And what I wish to say now is not merely a change in testimony.

No, Your Honor, it is more than that. It is a confession. I am only a man who hated his stepdaughter with a burning passion. Heated her who threw all her life cross me, whose willfulness made of my days a running sore, whose very youth and strength angered my aging eyes.

Yes, hated her, and to make her life suffer was my one consuming ambition. Now she is out of my reach. The young man Solon, her foolish and scrawny lover, is innocent of anything in the death of the fortune teller Philomel.

I am the guilty one. I... The events began when I first saw them together. Solon and my stepdaughter Zunila. Solon had a bookstore, a hovel of a place across the street. On this afternoon he was reading to my stepdaughter, Zonila, and the pleasure on her face angered me.

I could hear Solan's voice from where I was standing in front of my shop with Philomel the fortune teller. The marriage of true minds is made in pediments. Love? He won the snitch. Your little bud's drumming in the sun.