Then, one morning In September, something terrible happened. A farm worker had to go up to the top ol the hill, to the woods, very early, when it was Still dark. In the distance he saw a shape rhat looked like a man in the early morning fog. As he came nearer, he saw that it was a man. It was Mr Davis's frienddead, hanging from a tree. Near his feet was a knife, covered in blood. The poor farm worker was terrified and ran back down the hill to the village. He woke up some of the villagers to tell them about the terrible sight and some men went back up the lull with a horse to bring down the body. They also immediately sent a young boy to Mr Davis's house, to see if he was at home, because, of course, they suspected that he was the murderer. When they cut down the young man's body from the tree, they were surprised to see the clothes he was wearing were all black, like the clothes that vicars used to wear many centuries ago