The library stood silent tonight. Rain drummed against tall windows. Detective Morrison entered through oaken doors. A body lay sprawled inside. Blood pooled near marble columns. The victim was Thomas Ashworth. He owned this grand estate. His throat showed brutal lacerations. The murder weapon was missing. Morrison studied the grim scene. Bookshelves towered on every wall. A ladder lay toppled nearby. Ashworth's eyes stared at nothing. His fingers clutched a paper. Morrison carefully extracted the note. Five names were written there. All were guests that evening. Thunder crashed outside the mansion. The detective's mind worked quickly. Someone here had killed brutally. Someone here was lying now. The night promised dark secrets.