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“At last you came, Inspector,” Muller said joyfully in his voice. - Rather, free me. My strength is already running out. Some villain burst into my apartment tonight, tied me up and stole my wife’s jewelry. Although we are insured, it would be nice if you found a criminal before my wife finds out about this story. She is just away.
“Tell me about everything that happened next,” Inspector Varnike asked, while freeing Müller from the ropes.
“That was terrible,” Muller groaned. “Hour after hour passed in the languid expectation of a good spirit that could set me free. Early in the morning I heard the postman put the newspaper in the door slot for letters. I started screaming, begging to call the police. Apparently, he informed you about what happened. And here you are.
Inspector Warnike thought for a moment, and then said:
“Do you know, Muller, what is relied upon for trying to trick an insurance company?” Punishment will be borne not only by you, but also by your wife. After all, she, obviously, so carefully tied you to a chair. She, as an accomplice, will also not be able to get dry out of the water.
Why did Inspector Warnike decide that Mueller was lying?