My name is Kyas Dreffen of Bruce; I’m a Rogue of Shire Squad-

There's been several rampant cases of arson in the shire lately with the most recent being the public house/brothel, the Com'n Inn. I've been put in charge of finding the culprit. For inspiration I went to a smokehouse for some mutton. My liege, Scoundrel Ed Hawkings was already there.

Studying all recent ship rosters into port, one particular name sparked our interest.
"What about this Raleigh {ding} fellow?" I asked.
"Raleigh?" {dong} Ed ponders.
"Yes, Walter Raleigh," {ping} I respond.
"Hmmm, Raleigh; {gong} aye, that name rings a bell," Ed finishes.

After further investigation, it seems Sir Walter Raleigh was making a few extra duckets with a little side business in the emerging tobacco trade. I brought him into the interrogation room for questioning all the same. His hands were tied behind his back and a bright lantern shown brightly into his face. With a pack in hand I offered, "Cigarette?"
"Yes, I know," replied Raleigh.
I could only respond with a shallow sigh and, “Well…. Where were you around sunset two nights ago?"
"I was at the inn lighting up," he defended.
That was all Ed, I and the Brute Squad needed to hear.

Epilogue:
Raleigh failed to remember that if you're going to commit arson, you'd better know how to bury your tracks. Seems he didn't know his ash from a hole in the ground. Sir Walter Raleigh is now locked up in the Castle Prison along with Grendel, Jack deLance and “Madam” Sally Decker.