The clock struck midnight as the storm raged outside tonight. Lord Henry lay slumped across his massive oak writing desk. A silver dagger was buried deep within his cold chest. Blood dripped slowly onto the Persian rug on the floor. The young maid stood freezing by the open library door. Detective Miller stepped into the room and adjusted his hat. He scanned the shadows for any clues left behind there. A shattered glass lay near the victim's pale right hand. Someone in this house was lying to the police officer. Miller knew this long night was only just beginning now.