Bernard took another bite of his pastry, taking a moment to gather his thoughts and think up his response. He knew something about the murder, from the people that muttered about it here and there and the one person in town that had a blog that Bernard took care of posted something about it.

[color=burlywood]"You're fine. I didn't exactly start us off on the best of terms, so I think you've got a little leeway to be snappish at me."[/color]

So he piped up about a snippet or three that he had heard- apparently the back door's lock to the victim's home had been superglued open a couple days earlier, and the victim had been unable to fix it, but left it, only filing a report with the local police. He added in the tidbit about the victim's pug also being taken, and the dog collar being left behind. 

Then he popped in the rest of his pastry and, once he was mostly done chewing, [color=burlywood]"That help any?"[/color]