"The poor soul was found dead on a bench on Primrose Hill.

And just by chance 'twas one of our fellows saw the body first.

He was on his way home, over Hampstead way.

He knew where he'd be able to get an ambulance quick, and he made a very clever, secret job of it.

I 'spect he'll get promotion for that!" "What about the clue ?" asked Mrs.Bunting, with dry lips.