"What brings you to my farm?"
"I heard there was a theft here last night."
"That's right, some short-sighted thief came to my farm to steal. I caught him, and then I chased him off," Jefferson patted the revolver on his waist, "I am capable of protecting my own farm.
This shouldn't be a big enough issue to alarm the Robbery and Murder Department."
Luke said, "A few miles west, near the cliff, there was a murder case. We're here to investigate the murder. Did you hear anything strange last night?"
"No, I only care about my own farm. The cliff you mentioned is quite remote and not many people go there."
"Did you see any suspicious vehicles last night?"
"No."
Luke changed the subject, "OK, then let's talk about the theft on the farm, see if I can be of any help."
Jefferson recalled, "Last night, at around one in the morning, I was lying on the roof, looking at the stars.
Have you tried it?
