Someone in the village had stolen everyone’s shoes. The townsfolk, showed up, barefoot, in the town square, demanding the mayor do something. Flustered, he appointed his son-in-law, up to now an idler, to both placate the people and to get the boy imbued with some sense of dignity and diligence.
The people of the village, uncertain and of the mayor’s choice, but willing to give the boy a chance, left, wringing their hand and avoiding the larger stones and puddles.
The newly-minted investigator took to this task with vigor. So much that, he started chasing after clues and never returned.