In Bed

"Oh, he's home in bed. Just finished. Tomorrow's his day off."

"Where does he live, then?"

"Oh we couldn't tell you that." chorus the cops. "Against the rules."

The grinning figure of a flabby-faced policeman enters the office and makes for the sergeant's office.

"Ah," they say, "there's Constable Green—he might know something. His sister-in-law once stayed at a seaside hotel with Denby's wife's mother's uncle. Small world, isn't it."

"Constable Green," they chorus, "there's a man to see you."

"Let him wait," growls Green. Five minutes later we follow him into the office.

"Whadder you want?" he says, back turned, fishing in his locker.

"He wants to know what I won't tell him about that accident," interjects the sergeant, with a wink.

A broad smile slowly creeps over Green's face. Turning slowly round, and grinning from ear to ear, he says: "What Accident?"