And people think she killed him?" said Miss Tick. She sighed. "They probably think she cooked him in the oven, or something."

"They never actually said," said Tiffany. "But I think it was something like that, yes."

"And did his horse turn up?" said Miss Tick.

"No," said Tiffany. "And that was strange, because if it'd turned up anywhere along the hills, people would have noticed it..."

Miss Tick folded her hands, sniffed, and smiled a smile with no humor in it.

"Easily explained," she said. "Mrs. Snapperly must have had a really big oven, eh?"

"No, it was really quite small," said Tiffany. "Only ten inches deep.

Auteur: Terry Pratchett