The rain lashed against the windows, a relentless, rhythmic symphony of despair. Inspector Davies, his trench coat pulled tight against the icy wind, stood before the imposing manor house, its once proud facade now marred by shadows and neglect. He surveyed the scene, a chilling tableau of sorrow and intrigue. A single, flickering lamplight cast an ethereal glow upon the gravel driveway, illuminating the crumpled figure lying lifelessly on the ground. The victim, a man of distinguished bearing, lay sprawled in a pool of crimson, his face twisted in a silent scream. Davies knew, with a sinking heart, that this was no ordinary crime. This was a murder, and he was determined to uncover the truth, no matter what the cost.