Did this accountant really shoot a Minister? Or did he just plan to? In three long sencences the in quiery of accountant Dolfinger is told:

… now I was torn apart, agonized over months until I was finally able to forget my mulatto son, but once, a year later, you only think, suddenly the Jamaican looked at me through her head, the head of my wife, I swear: they were her eyes, what a revenge, some island magic, just believe, I’m convinced, that she bewitched me, but I didn’t want to tell that, but rather simply how I went to the city, at home it was too dangerous, every moment she could come to take me and I wanted to be free, finally free, how I went through the city then, aimlessly, confused, I didn’t know it anymore, what to do, I just wanted to flee, no matter where, everything was foreign, the streets covered with asphalt, which isn’t from this Earth, I was tormented, they laughed behind my back, believe me, tongues like daggers, there was whispering, oh how they mocked me! I noticed that, I noticed it exactly, because I was more alert than ever before, senses sharpened, because it was that way, I was unable to find any peace of mind, everywhere I saw these eyes looking at me, the eyes, Mr. inspector, of my son, but you don’t understand that, how could you, and who that was, who gave me that revolver, no, I wouldn’t recognize him, and if so, no, I wouldn’t reveal him to you …