Lucien is arrested. Dragged into the interrogation room, he had fought his way through like a child, with constant cursing, screaming, and lamenting.
"I do have money; sell the mansion. Sell everything!" he yelled, but the police officers could not be yielded to by money. He could not think of serving another time in jail after what happened. But luck was a commodity too sleek for him to afford, and like the devil of misfortune, his case was quickly presented before the court.
Time whined like a thief, and days passed, but there was no word from the outside world. Lucien felt trapped; his head was banging from within, and the silence from his lawyer and younger sister was fast killing him. Seated in the prosecutor's office, the public defender presented his case with little determination to win.
