well, when you saw from the balcony that old gardener studied the suspicious newly digged ground, and in order to distract him, you showed your breasts to him and lie down naked in the 2nd floor bed, awaiting him to come up to do the consenting adult stuff? you'd be assured that he would never go back to the garden to investigate again? well, it's a plainly stupid logic by a supposed to be sophisticated MYSTERY writer. give me a break! well, if you finally decided to slap your old lover/agent/publisher, and sent the manuscript to other publisher and published it, and then walked out on him, you'd thought that you were still entitled to go back to his house in france? give me a break! at the very beginning, this is a such nicely shot movie, but then, well, i have to sigh a long long sigh, it gradually coming apart with ridiculous plot. this is typically what most of the so-called female mystery writers' poor logic that almost made 99% of their creations simple-mindedly naive and unreadable. if murders or man slaughters are so easy to write off just by showing your naked body, then most of the police detectives would not have to use labs and guns, just make sure their fly zippers won't get jammed during zip-downs. give me a break.