Detective William Crane stepped into the dimly lit study cautiously; alert. "Cloaked in shadows, a figure sat slumped, blood pooling deep crimson." "Dear heavens, William," Salthorne muttered, trembling visibly in the doorway. "Nonetheless," Crane stated firmly, "we must address this matter now." "Alas, the victim, Monte Northumberland, lies as surely dead." "Apparently, Lord Monte confronted a intruder, I deduce confidently." "Moreover, signs indicate at struggle occurred quite violently before death." "Footprints remain, leading deep into the study's darkest recesses silently." "Collectively, the scene unfolds a tragic and puzzling mystery." "Still, I shall unravel its secrets with utmost haste." "Always, justice will be served for the murdered Monte Northumberland."