"Of course." I said. What seems to be the problem, Mr ..uh..."
"Claus. Claus Conrad Crayfish, Constable. My friends call me C.C. I hardly know where to begin, Constable--but I seem to be in some kind of trouble."
The Crayfish certainly seemed very nervous. He kept glancing around as if he expected to be slugged from behind.
"Actually, I think I am being followed, Constable." he said with a slight shudder, "Would you mind taking a quick look about to see if there are any suspicious characters lurking nearby?"