- 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.