Short Story:

Inspector Bhasa decided not say anything about it.

How could you expect to get anything good from telling the story? Who will be in a better position after that? Is law that important, that it needs to be observed even when a good man is to be harmed, and the reputation of a group of citizens risks to be broken down?

Bhasa already had it with everything. His wife, dead, making now company to his first born, also a victim of pneumonia. Did these deaths really need to happen? What was he supposed to do now? Jeanette, his sister in law, had two children, both of them old enough to work. They shared the same house, and so Jeannette will be the new mother for little Albert and Rose-Marie. Changes were happening so fast in his life, and now that thing. Life is hard. Not even the weekly mass had proven to be enough comfort to Bhasa, who needed new water for his soul. Then, again, that thing. A decision to be made in an instant, its delay about to be turned into a decision itself, only one eventually to be made by somebody else.