The rain lashed against the windows of the manor, a relentless onslaught echoing the chaos within. Henrietta Finch, renowned archaeologist, lay sprawled on the library floor, surrounded by ancient artifacts. A priceless gem, the centerpiece of her recent discovery, was clutched tightly in her hand. Her lips, pale and lifeless, were muttering something about the curse. Detective Inspector Alistair Finchley surveyed the scene, noting the prominent placement of the gem. Emblazoned in dim light against the ornate rug was a large, ornate wasp, its emerald wings gleaming as the rain continued its relentless assault on the study window. A single shard of pottery lay broken nearby, as if dashed in anger.