Putting the locket into his waistcoat pocket, the boy got up from his kneeling position and ran off. He looked around desperately and his eyes darted up and down the street. Then, he saw it. The tall, blue-uniformed figure of a beatcop.
"Constable!" he shouted, "over here!!"
The policeman stopped and turned around. He swung his lamp around and shone it down the street, eventually catching the boy's face in the light.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"There's been a woman murdered, I think!" the boy shouted.
The constable strolled towards the body and knelt down beside it. He examined it carefully. He pulled out his whistle and blew it as hard as he could!
Responding whistles told the boy that the police were on their way...
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