How hard exactly had this man struck Edmund on the head?  Or was he genuinely calling the boy a pervert?

Edmund shook his head, but it just made the world around him swim.  Ah... he needed a lie down.  Or maybe he should call a doctor, but for himself.

"I don't know what that is," he admitted weakly.  "Should I call for another constable..?  Your leg might be broken, or sprained, I'm sorry, I just..."  Would it be suspicious if he said he was trying to help?  Maybe he should just get lost after all.  Find Mable, or Father Brennan, or just go home.