 If the police magistrate seemed to act too hastily in the matter, he is scarcely to be blamed. For after all, if madness, even a harmless madness, did fall within his province, it was his duty to see to it that the poor afflicted person was removed to an institution. And a view of the story that Madame Blarati told him, what earthly reason could he have had to think her saying? It was on the last day of April in the year 1907 that Madame Blarati called on the police magistrate in his office. And the magistrate had no cause to suspect that there was anything abnormal about it. I wish to register a complaint. Very well, Madame, against whom? I do not know. I have never seen the platform. And I have not the slightest idea of who or what he is. I see. And this, this unknown person. He lived in our apartment. In your apartment? But you never seen him? No, never. Oh, what, if I may ask, is your complaint against him? He makes us walk on our hands. See, I beg your pardon. What did you say? I said he makes us walk on our hands. My son, my brother. That's what I thought you said. How does he do it? I'm sure I do not know. All I know is that he is waiting for us in the vestibule whenever we come in. The moment we step through the doorway, he or it, whichever it may be, forces us to bend down and put our feet in the air and walk on our hands. And I do not like it. I demand that you put this thought to it in me. It was obviously a case that had been allowed to go too far already. And so he summoned Sergeant Minot and told him the sad story. At Paris d'Pierre, they are all, the whole family, stark, raving mad. There is only one thing to do, I'm afraid. Have them examine? Precisely. And if I am correct, I'll then put away. But since the magistrate was not at all certain that the Blairfey family would come peacefully, he invited Sergeant Minot to accompany him to the Rue Montreuil that evening. The two men entered the apartment building just after Duff had fallen and made their way upstairs to the Blarati's door. The magistrate tested the knob gingerly. We're in luck there. It was on luck. You wait right here. I will try to reason with him first. If that fails, if they'll resist. I'll call you. Duff! Yes, help me. Will remote me? Who, Bishop? There is no one here. Don't try to tell me there is no... Let go. Let go, I say. Bishop, are you lying down on the floor like that? He is forcing me down. Get him off, I tell you. What I say, no one here is only you and I, Bishop. Bishop, won't you realize what you're doing? You're walking on your hand. And so the Blairfey family was neither apprehended nor examined nor put away. In the report which was filed by the magistrate of the Samargari district, the only recommendation was that the apartment be disinfected because of the presence of some unknown malady. But no disinfection could be found that was potent enough to destroy what was apparently not a malady, but a fort, a super normal fort, a force incredible but true. Thank you for watching.