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people and they were a man and a lady with two children, a boy and a girl. The lady answered the door. She was wearing boots which looked like army boots and there were 5 bracelets made out of a silver-colored metal on her wrist and they made a jangling noise. She said, "It's Christopher, isn't it."
    I said that it was, and I asked her if she knew who killed Wellington. She knew who Wellington was so I didn't have to explain, and she had heard about him being killed.
    I asked if she had seen anything suspicious on Thursday evening which might be a clue.
    She said, "Like what?"
    And I said, "Like strangers. Or like the sound of people arguing."
    But she said she hadn't.
    And then I decided to do what is called Trying a Different Tack, and I asked her whether she knew of anyone who might want to make Mrs. Shears sad.
    And she said, "Perhaps you should be talking to your father about this."
    And I explained that I couldn't ask my father because the investigation was a secret because he had told me to stay out of other people's business.
    She said, "Well, maybe he has a point, Christopher."
    And I said, "So, you don't know anything which might be a clue."
    And she said, "No," and then she said, "You be careful, young man."
    I said that I would be careful and then I said thank you to her for helping me with my questions and I went to number 43, which is the house next to Mrs. Shears's house.
    The people who live at number 43 are Mr. Wise and Mr. Wise's mother, who is in a wheelchair, which is why he lives with her, so he can take her to the shops and drive her around.
    It was Mr. Wise who answered the door. He smelled of body odor and old biscuits and off popcorn, which is what you smell of if you haven't washed for a very long time, like Jason at school smells because his family is poor.
    I asked Mr. Wise if he knew who had killed Wellington on Thursday night.
    He said, "Bloody hell, policemen really are getting younger, aren't they."
    Then he laughed. I do not like people laughing at me, so I turned and walked away.
    I did not knock at the door of number 38, which is the house next to our house, because the people there take drugs and Father says that I should never talk to them, so I don't. And they play loud music at night and they make me scared sometimes when I see them in the street. And it is not really their house.
    Then I noticed that the old lady who lives at number 39, which is on the other side of Mrs. Shears's house, was in her front garden cutting her hedge with an electric hedge trimmer.
    Her name is Mrs. Alexander. She has a dog. It is a dachshund, so she was probably a good person because she liked dogs. But the dog wasn't in the garden with her. It was inside the house.
    Mrs. Alexander was wearing jeans and training shoes, which old people don't normally wear. And there was mud on the jeans. And the trainers were New Balance trainers. And the laces were red.
    I went up to Mrs. Alexander and said, "Do you know anything about Wellington being killed?"
    Then she turned the electric hedge trimmer off and said, "I'm afraid you're going to have to say that again. I'm a little deaf."
    So I said, "Do you know anything about Wellington being killed?"
    And she said, "I heard about it yesterday. Dreadful. Dreadful."
    I said, "Do you know who killed him?"
    And she said, "No, I don't."
    I replied, "Somebody must know because the person who killed Wellington knows that they killed Wellington. Unless they were a mad person and didn't know what they were doing. Or unless they had amnesia."
    And she said, "Well, I suppose you're probably right."
    I said, "Thank you for helping me with my investigation."
    And she said, "You're Christopher, aren't you."
    I said, "Yes. I live at number 36."
    And she said, "We haven't talked before, have we."
    I said, "No. I don't like talking to strangers. But I'm doing detective work."
    And she said, "I see you every day, going to school."
    I didn't reply to this.
    And she said, "It's very nice of