Charles slowly pushed open the heavy study room door. An unnatural stillness hung thick inside the silent room. A half-empty glass of whiskey sat on the desk. Then he saw Lord Harrington slumped in his chair. An ornate letter opener was stuck in his chest. Charles stood frozen, unable to even take a breath. His eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling. A single sheet of paper lay near his hand. The grandfather clock chimed once, echoing in the quiet. He knew he must not touch anything at all.