Violet Hart: Detective.
Detective William Murdoch: What have you, Mrs. Hart?
Violet Hart: Nothing to identify the man, and no signs of physical trauma to the body. It may be poison.
Constable George Crabtree: Potato poisoning.
Detective William Murdoch: What?
Constable George Crabtree: Sir, one time one of my aunt's, umm..."friends," let's say, well, his wife was very upset with him, I won't get into why, but sir, he hid from her in the basement of the rectory among scads of potatoes, very nearly died.
Detective William Murdoch: From the potatoes?
Constable George Crabtree: Yeah, sir, I'm telling you, the improperly stored potato, nothing short of a menace.
[covers mouth and nose with cloth]
Detective William Murdoch: I eagerly await your report, Mrs. Hart.