There was no question about it, this knife was bloody. I know blood when I see it being an individual full of the stuff. But this wasn’t my blood, and it was dry, so my question was whose blood was it? It couldn’t have possibly been from a dinner party guest, the blood would have been fresh otherwise. And it wasn’t from the chef, it was vegan night. That’s how I knew it was off. No I fear this was the blood of a human. I scoured the kitchen high and low looking for clues and what I found was that all knives were accounted for. Someone had brought it in.

The next day when everyone was gathered, I questioned the chef and he said he didn’t recognise the knife. So I called every guest and asked who’d been in the kitchen they all said they saw Mrs. Doughbury sneak in. I questioned her and after much interrogation she confessed that herself and the chef had been having an affair. I asked the chef and he admitted to it too. Well that’s all well and good but it didn’t explain the knife. When no one was looking I stole Mrs. Doughbury’s bag and I found dried blood in it. I questioned her and she broke down into tears “whilst chef wasn’t looking I swapped my vegan steak with a meat one, the blood was from a cow” which still didn’t add up because the blood had already been dry when I found it. “I prepared the steak at home the night before and wrapped it up, I didn’t realise I’d dropped my knife in my bag. Whilst I was kissing Frederick (the chef) I realised it was in there, panicked and left it on the side where I forgot about it.” Satisfied I declare this mystery solved.