"That is not what you use a cheese knife for," Mrs Hudson said faintly, transfixed by the sight in front of her.
"Did you say something, Mrs Hudson?" Dr Watson asked, coming up the stairs, Holmes behind him. She pointed wordlessly to the note hanging from their door, held there by a knife. Watson stepped closer. "Is that really - a cheese knife?" He asked, peering at it.
"Obviously, Watson," Holmes said. "It is also quite clearly from a cheese maker's apprentice, originally from York, and now residing in Mount Lane. As for the note, it is simply a pitiful attempt at intimidation. It is of little importance. Come, Watson, this may be just the clue we were looking for!"
Holmes ran back down the stairs, on the chase again. Watson followed him, limping slightly due to the wet weather.
Mrs Hudson pulled the knife out of the door and surveyed it critically, before going to the kitchen and placing it in her knife rack. "It is a good knife, after all, and I don't think its owner will be needing it back."
