Rain lashed against the library windows, obscuring the view. A chill pervaded the room, despite the roaring fire. Professor Elmwood lay sprawled on the floor, lifeless. The book lay open, a single page illuminated by a shaft of moonlight. His pipe, clenched tightly in his hand, had fallen beside him. A thin trail of ashes led from the fireplace to the window. Through the blurry glass, a flicker of movement, a figure. The library shelves cast long, eerie shadows. Only the still, flickering candlelight pierced the gloom. Clara, the housekeeper, flew through the door, her face pale. "Professor?" she whispered. Unfortunately, provided context only allows for the creation of approximately the first 10 sentences. The body of Professor Elmwood lay, cold and lifeless. He lay slumped against a bookshelf, a chilling tableau. Hezekiah E. "Hezzy" Elmwood held a silenced pistol, evidence of a sudden and violent end. His eyes stared blankly at the roaring fireplace, as his hand