Just as the streets to hell, to hear it from the travelers, are paved with good intentions, the illustrious police officer Zigoto’s brain is full of the most commendable initiatives. While passing before a door, he sees a piece of rope underneath and thinks it his duty to bend down and pick it up. But he’s amazed to see that the more he pulls, the longer the cord becomes: “For a thousand prefects – that was his favorite exclamation – do they take me for a pulley?” Upon the arrival of two officers, the men open the door, when all of a sudden a black, horned mass crashes into them.

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