Egret, Day 23

[laurefindil]

Who: Glorfindel and Open
When: Day 23
Where: Kitchen
What: Food and knives!
Warning: Sharp things

Having taken Evie's class and learned how to use the stove, Glorfindel was able to take part in his Team's chores of preparing the meals. Although, technically, that was what some of the more experienced cooks did. Glorfindel was more of a sous chef (chopper of things). Today he was making some quick, portable snacks that people could come and take with them if they wanted to go to the gym or the library or elsewhere on the train.

[What do people want? Come and ask! You might not get what you hope, but it will be interesting!]

He has also made an concerted effort to go through the kitchen and sharpen every blade in the room, except the butter spreaders.

[You can come help or just chat about sharp things!]

Comments

[deductiongeek]

"Most of my stories are about murder," Conan tells him bluntly. "Not really something anyone except detectives want to hear about."

[laurefindil]

Glorfindel leaned in a little. "I am the Captain of the Guard in Imladris. Try me."

[deductiongeek]

Conan considers trying to brush him off again. He was rather irritated at this insistence. But finally decides that the fastest way to get around this was just to give him what he'd asked for.

"The famous detective I lived with at home was invited to meet a local diplomat. When we arrived, his wife unlocked the door and went up to him. Only to discover that he was dead. The only other key to the room had been in his pocket, and no one else had been in the room."

[laurefindil]

"Interesting," Glorfindel said. "We don't use keys very often, so I've not come across such a situation before. What was the cause of death?"

[deductiongeek]

"Poison. The wife had used a sleeping drug on him earlier. When she unlocked the door in front of us and walked up to him, she used a poisoned needle to kill him. She had previously hidden false evidence to make everyone think that the door had been locked after his murder using a different trick. The plan was an attempt to construct an alibi. If everyone believed that she had been talking to us when her husband had been murdered, she would have gotten away with it."

[laurefindil]

Glorfindel shook his head. "That she had such depth of feeling to prefer him dead. How did you figure out it was her?"

[deductiongeek]

"Opera," Conan says. "There was music playing, louder than it should be. And a stack of books placed to prevent any of us from seeing the victim's face from the door."

[laurefindil]

Glorfindel nodded. "You are very observant. You must be quite famous where you are from. Even for one who seems so young."

[deductiongeek]

"Not really," he says. "It takes more than being observant to be a detective. Although the detective I live with is becoming famous. I help him as an assistant sometimes."