Any of the traders at the market could have been witnesses and if not they’d have heard about it. That was how market towns worked and always would. Choosing one man at random, Jeeves struck up a conversation.
“I heard there was a man injured here yesterday afternoon?”
“Ai, I heard that.”
“Heard, or did you see?”
“Well, I weren’t here myself, but I heard yes.”
“And what did you hear exactly?”
“Nothing worth repeating. But if you’re so inclined there’s plenty of clues around this market about the kind of man that one was, and where he’d go after a fight.”
The other traders were now watching intently and Jeeves was only too aware how things could be very unpleasant for a marketman labelled a snitch. One corpse a day was enough and Jeeves decided against further interrogation.