Detective Work - Witches Style:
‘There’s been things going on,’ she said, in a cold and deliberate tone.
‘All the bracken and weeds is trampled around the stones. I reckon someone’s been dancing.’
Nanny Ogg gave this the same consideration as would a nuclear physicist who’d just been told that someone was banging two bits of sub-critical uranium together to keep warm. ‘They never,’ she said.
‘They have. And another thing …’
It was hard to imagine what other thing there could be, but Nanny Ogg said ‘Yes?’ anyway. ‘Someone got killed up here,’
‘Oh, no,’ moaned Nanny Ogg.
‘Not inside the circle too.’
‘Nope. Don’t be daft. It was outside. A tall man. He had one leg longer’n the other. And a beard. He was probably a hunter.’
‘How’d you know all that?’
‘I just trod on ’im.’
The sun rose through the mists.