I looked at the young man in front of me, watching the tears welling up in his eyes, "what's your name sir?" I asked, "Clarence, sir, Clarence Goodins, I work on t' front sir,"<br/><br/>"Mr Goodins," I replied, "What's the talk about the murders here abouts then?"<br/><br/>"Well sir, there's talk of a demon roaming the dark streets," I held out my hand, I smiled, this was no demon, "Mr Goodins sir, no matter what a lady does they don't deserve ...." I paused before picking my words, "such treatment."<br/><br/>"Sir, what dya tink bout this then?" he looked intently at me, awaiting my answer,<br/><br/>"Mr Goodins sir, I am not a peeler, I'm "I'm Francis Novella, I investigate murders and the such,"<br/><br/>"Oh I know who's ya is sir, everyone in these parts knows you," taking my hand he shook it hard, "pleased to meet you Mr Novella sir, will ya find th' bastard that killed me Daphne,"<br/><br/>"I will do my best for you Mr Goodins, now if you will excuse me I have some business to do," I turned away then turning back I called out the Mr Goodins, "Oh by the way Mr Goodins, was your Daphne a religious lady?"<br/><br/>Clarence turned and nodded, "yes sir, went to church every Sunday withowt fail, Why?"<br/><br/>I looked at the bloodstained ground, "do you recognize this bead?" I asked,<br/><br/>"It could have been off Daphne's dress or ...." he paused as he took the blood stained bead, "it could be from her necklace, I think it is, yes sir, she had a cross on a beaded necklace sir,"<br/><br/>"Thank you Mr Goodins, I will see you again I hope?" I took the bead from him.<br/><br/>"Yes sir, I knows where yous live, I will see if anyone else knows anyfink sir."<br/><br/>I nodded my head and turning away, I looked once more at the blood stained ground, I thought to myself, ' I will have to go visit the bobbies'.