“Well…tell me!” he demanded.
The policeman said, “We have some bad news, some pretty good news, and some really great news. Which do you want to hear first?”
Fearing the worse, Mr. Wilkins said, “Give me the bad news first.”
So the policeman said, “I’m sorry to tell you sir, but we found your wife’s body this morning in San Francisco Bay.”
“OH MY GOD!,” said Mr. Wilkens, overcome by emotion. Then, remembering what the policeman had said, he asked, “What’s the good news?”
“Well,” said the policeman, “When we pulled her up she had two five-pound lobsters and a dozen good size Dungeoness crabs on her.”
“Huh?” he said, not understanding. “So, what’s the great news?”
The policeman smiled, licked his chops, and said, “We’re going to pull her up again tomorrow morning.”