The old Manor house loomed darkly, quiet on this dreary night. Secrets lurked within its musty walls, waiting to unfold completely. Detective Steele arrived promptly, noting the eerie scene before him. Foreboding chills raced down spines as officers secured the residence. Blood splattered ghastly on the parlor floor, painting a grisly picture. Detective Steele surveyed the atrocity, a murder most foul, disturbing. "Motive eludes us still," Sergeant Jones ventured, ever the pessimist. At the lifeless body, a silver locket shone suspiciously, sort of.