Bea sat back. She had been through Evans' mail at least three times and couldn't find anything straightforward about how he may have died. Everything from his 'Old Friend' was cryptic, or outright absurd. He spent so much time talking about all of the antique knives he had collected, and not only in one letter. Almost every letter had a mention of a new knife 'Old Friend' had acquired.

Bea sighed exasperatedly. Then it hit her. The cutlery museum. She leapt up, grabbed her coat, and was out the door in a flash with the most recent letter still clutched in her hand. She ran so quickly down the street that she barely had time to realize how there seemed to be fewer frogs about than usual before she was throwing open the museum door. 

Once inside the museum, Bea made her way directly to the knives. For the first time since racing out the door, Bea realized how unprepared she was to go searching for murder evidence in a cutlery museum. Even if she did find something, how could she tell the police when opening the mail in the first place was illegal? She took another deep breath and shook out the letter she had brought with her. The first knife mentioned was a simple one, so old it was brown with age and didn't have any sort of fancy metal work. Bea found the knife quickly, but there was nothing about it that seemed special or out of the ordinary. the same went for two of the other knives mentioned in the letter. The last one though, an old carving Knife, was nowhere to be found. Bea bit the inside of her cheek, she had had a theory that the 'Old Friend' might work at the museum, but now she supposed that she may not have been finding the knives mentioned in the letter at all, just similar ones. She decided to make her way home and sleep on it.

Now that she wasn't in a hurry, the frogs became much more obvious. She picked her way home trying to ignore them, but when she got back to her apartment there was a frog right at her door. It turned to her with almost human like movements, and spoke. With the same voice as the voice inside her head.