The Hat of the Inspector: A Short Story

A tiresome drizzling rain was coming down from the sky, causing him to regret leaving his umbrella at home. Inspector Torrance bent over the body and frowned – this picture was too familiar to him. The killed man lay prone, his shirt's collar practically torn off; his head was turned so that one could only see his nape with two crowns that looked so touching among dark, slightly curly hair. 'They say, two crowns on the head are a sign of a lot of luck. Hum, lucky beggar...' thought the inspector.