Inspector: According to various witnesses, you were seen drunk two nights ago in a tavern near the harbour. What time did you leave?
Poe: I don't remember. My leaving was...involuntary. Do you actually think that I murdered these people?
Inspector: May I see your hand?
Poe: Which one?
Inspector: Either will do.
Poe: Perhaps with the aid of accomplices such a scenario might be conceivable, however improbable.
Inspector: Yet what cannot be disputed is the fact that your imagination has inspired a horrendous crime.
Poe: Am I to be charged, then? Is imagination now a felony?