# The Crimson Study Detective Sarah entered slowly. The room smelled like death. Blood pooled near the desk. A body lay there motionless. Her heart began to race. Something felt deeply wrong here. The victim was Lord Ashford. He'd been quite wealthy indeed. His eyes stared at nothing. Sarah pulled out her notebook. The butler stood in shock. "When did you find him?" she asked tersely. He trembled and started crying. "This morning, around half past." Sarah examined the study carefully. No signs of forced entry. The window remained locked tight. A whiskey glass sat empty. Poison seemed likely at first. But the wound told differently. A knife wound in back. Someone had known him well. The butler began to sweat. Sarah's eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Tell me everything you know."