There were still a few things to be done before he could head to bed. The mop splashed water across the floor in a graceful arc of shimmering droplets, and he whistled as he worked. Back and forth. Back and forth. Into the bucket. Back and forth. It had been a fine evening. One of the best. From the moment his guest arrived until the moment he departed, everything had run like clockwork. Now the set of razors were rinsed clean and stowed in their case, the floor was spotless, and all that remained was to dispose of the body.