Of course there was something else. He wanted to know everything. They didn't have the time for that, though, and Malachi didn't want to portray himself as desperate as he was to hear it all. It was for good reason that he wanted to know, he thought, whether the majority of the information was true or false. The better he understood his new community, the better he could function as their guide.

"Whatever you would like to tell me," he offered casually, turning once Mister Tully had stepped away.

"My ability to help people is only improved by a better understanding of them. Whatever you know... be it silly or otherwise, it's a glimpse into the way this town works, the way its people relate to one another."

The way information was passed, the way that the community reacted to it...

"Are there many other constables, then, if Constable Crane is the nicest among them?"