I still say that bear's to blame

Colonel Montford:

What if it wasn't a beast at all, but a cunning murderer? Someone who bore a grudge against one of these men. To misdirect the authorities, he kills the men, and then he tears up the bodies to make it look like a wild beast was responsible? Constable Nye:
Ridiculous! Who would go to such lengths? Kirk:
What about that gypsy dancing bear? It could have done it. Colonel Montford:
That mangy thing? Kill three men? I doubt it. Reverend Fisk:
I saw the bodies with my own eyes. Unnatural wounds. Most Unnatural. Made by a fell creature I'd say. Kirk:
Damn gypsies wandering the countryside bringing their woe and deviltry with them. They show up and two weeks later *this* happens! My guess is Ben Talbot went to their camp to have it off with a gypsy whore. The bear gets hold of him, and they dump what's left of him in the ditch! MacQueen:
Got nothing to do with the gypsies. [Everyone turns to look at MacQueen] MacQueen:
Twenty-five years ago now, me Pa found. Quinn Noddy and all his flock. Brains and guts and God-knows-what lying all over the moor for a quarter mile. And, Quinn, the look on his face. Like he'd been eaten alive. Whatever did it was big, had claws, and didn't mind a load of buckshot. After that me Pa went home and melted down me Ma's wedding spoons and cast silver bullets on 'em. Wouldn't leave the house on a full moon from then on. Kirk:
[after a short pause]
I still say that bear's to blame