The gathering was just as I had imagined.

The dinner party guests, or what was left of them, were all assembled in the library. Terribly on the nose, I know, but what are you going to do? Shoot me? Well, someone already tried. You know this.

One of the suspects, that’s these distinguished guests, does everything in their power to stop the detective, that’s me, uncovering their secrets. So I’ve been shot, buried alive, and, on one particularly uncomfortable occasion, poisoned with anti-freeze.

But now we’re here, it’s time to unveil the man behind the curtain. Not literally, of course. I did that three days ago when I caught Mr Trellis stealing the silver. Anyway, once I’ve revealed the murderer, that’s it. Game over.

Of course, I’m not going to let that happen. These past few days have been too much fun, poking posh people for their precious secrets. I can’t stop now.

That’s why I’m the murderer.