[a blood stained blue cloak is left outsider worns with a note on it]

Bring it, devil lovers. You tried to assassinate me, I sent it back at you. Except I succeeded.

[The letter and cloak disappear]

[a pinky from a left hand is left in a package with a note. The pinky seems to resonate some heat]

Prideaux is gone. Who wants to be next?

[The package is swept away with a broom into the nearby stagnant stream.]