"Where do you keep these keys?"
"Hanging up in my kitchen, sir."
"Has anybody else got a key to the coke-house door?"
"Yes, sir; Rector has all the keys."
"Nobody else?"
"Not as I knows on, sir. Mr. Godfrey has them all, only the key of the cryp."
"I see. When these keys are in your kitchen, I suppose any of your family has access to them?"
"Well, sir, in a manner of speakin,' yes, but I 'opes as how you ain't tryin' to put anything on me and my missus, nor yet d**k, let alone the children. I been sexton in this here village twenty year follerin' on Hezekiah, and none of us ain't never yet been suspected of 'ittin' strangers over the 'ead and buryin' of them. Come to think of it, this chap Driver came round to my place one morning on a message, and 'ow do I know what he did? Not but
