The clock struck midnight, echoing ominously in the silent mansion. Heavy rain pounded against the windows, creating a sinister symphony. Lord Edward, the millionaire tycoon, lay motionless in the library, a knife protruding from his chaconce. The room was in disarray; mahogany furniture upended, priceless vases shattered. The only clue: a single bloodied footprint on the Oriental rug, pointing towards the balcony. One question lingered: who, or what, could have committed this heinous crime?