“But the clues don’t add up.” Constable Andrews shook his head.
“Go back to your desk and look at them again, son. I’ve been at this a lot longer than you and I think you’ll find I’m right.”
Fifteen minutes later a contrite Constable Andrews knocked on his Sergeant’s door. “You were right, Sarg! I had the answer for three down all wrong. ‘Murder’ fits in perfectly now.”
Detective Sergeant Smithers grinned. “Cryptic crosswords are tricky, lad, but you’ll get the hang of it.”