"John Reed is quite a nice fellow - that's our constable in Wychwood - a very civil-spoken, pleasant man, but I don't feel, you know, that he would be quite the person to deal with anything serious. He's quite used to dealing with people who've drunk too much, or with exceeding the speed limit, or lighting up time, or people who haven't taken out a dog license, and perhaps with burglary even. But I don't thin - I'm quite sure - he isn't the person to deal with murder."

Luke's eyebrows rose, "Murder?"
The old lady nodded vigorously, "yes, murder. Your're surprised, I can see. I was, myself, at first. I really couldn't believe it. I thought I must be imagining things."

"Are you quite sure you weren't?" Luke asked gently.

"Oh, no" She shook her head positively. "I might have been the first time, but not the second, or the third, or the fourth. After that, one knows."