Dark clouds gathered over the mansion on that fateful night. The butler's scream pierced through every room in the house. Lady Winchester lay motionless on the marble dining room floor. Detective Sarah Morgan arrived at exactly seven fifteen that evening. Rain pattered against tall windows as she surveyed the scene. Blood had pooled around the victim's elegantly coiffed silver head. The murder weapon, a brass candlestick, was nowhere in sight. Six dinner guests remained in the parlor, each looking suspicious. Thunder crashed outside as Morgan began her detailed investigation today. Everyone in the mansion had something to hide, she suspected.