Maybe "I saw you coming" or "There's one born every minute" would do; he had seen such fantasies on shops in Hampstead with outrageous prices upon their goods. But best tread carefully, he had sensed a hostility within the village upon his arrival. These feudal places possibly held a witch or two, up at the Old People's Home at Knaresbro' Lodge, he'd put a small bet on that Edith, in her stained black taffeta dress being one. Wasn't she Oscar's mother? Best err on the side of caution for the time being. Just then, he saw someone coming. Three people in fact. He rubbed his hands in eager anticipation.