Rain lashed against the windows of the grand ballroom. The chandelier glittered, illuminating the horrified faces below. The body of the wealthy Baronet lay amidst them, cold and still. Detective Harding entered the room, surveying the scene. A hush fell over the attendees as he approached. Following the trail of gasps and whispered conversations, he saw a man in tears. "My dear friend, the victim is Detective Inspector Davis himself," the sobbing man said! "He must have fallen victim to foul play, he wouldn't..."