Rain hammered the mansion windows. Charles stood, staring out blankly. The body lay sprawled on the floor. Another victim fell, rumours spread wildly. A bloody knife gripped in his hand. The detective sighs, "Another one dead." He squints, studying the prints. Charles was pale, shock evident. "Unfortunate and strange, " said his wife calmly eating. "Indeed." "Shall we continue to dinner?" She merely smiled, "Naturally."