"Listen," said H.M., standing in front of Martin. "The victim hasn't got anything to do with you; and I'm trying to drive it through Masters's head that the victim hasn't got anything directly to do with the case either."
"Ho," said Masters, and snorted like a bull. "A murder slap-bang in our laps, and it hasn't got anything to do with the case."
"Regardin' motive," H.M. insisted over his shoulder, "no."
He turned back to Martin. "You put up at the pub, didn’t yon? Didn't you meet the Puckstons?"
"Puckstons? That's the—?"
"Yes. Father, mother, and daughter."
"I met Puckston, yes, and I think I saw his wife. I don't remember any daughter."
"Enid Puckston," said ELM. His expression was not pleasant "Only a kid.."
"Oh, ah," muttered the Chief Inspector. "Only a kid. Like the one twenty-two years ago."
"She was the pride and joy," said H.M., slowly and heavily, "of those people's hearts. Goin' to a fancy school, she was. Not harming anybody."