Rain lashed against the frosted windowpane violently. A solitary lamp cast shadows across the study. Mr. Ashworth was slumped dead over his desk. A single crimson stain marred his crisp white shirt. Detective Miller surveyed the grim and silent scene. The air hung heavy with the scent of pipe tobacco. A faint whisper of unease disturbed the stillness. This was no ordinary, accidental, untimely demise. The polished oak floorboards creaked a silent protest. A chilling question hung unanswered in the room.