"How did you obtain possession of the chicken?"
"It—got run over—and killed—in bicycling. I mean, I was bicycling."
"Did you steal it, then, or buy it?"
"The woman it belonged to gave it to me, sir."
"After you'd run over it?"
"After it was dead, sir."
"And who cooked it?"
"She did, sir."
"Cadbury, Cadbury! how dare you put forward such a story as this? I can't believe a word of it."
"It's true, sir."