The sun sets as Mr. Blackson arrived at his mansion. Inside, silence pervaded, eerie as death itself. A fearful staff gathered; whispers filled the hallway. Eager eyes searched the room, fear mounting. Yet, the murder had occurred earlier that night. The victim - Mrs. Blackson - lay lifeless, eyes wide open. A peculiar puzzle awaited closest scrutiny. Lady Blackson's ruby brooch whirls 'pon her bed. Police files each suspect, tension thick among guests. A drafty wind sighs through grandiose windows. Silent feet shuffle across opulent marble floors, creeping fear. A terrifying cloud of suspicion hovers. Everyone feels a sinister gaze from every corner.