# The Midnight at Blackthorn Manor Detective Sarah entered slowly today. The mansion felt cold somehow. Lord Ashford lay quite dead. A knife pierced his chest. Nobody heard him scream tonight. The butler stood very still. His hands trembled with fear. Sarah examined the body carefully. Blood pooled upon marble floors. The clock showed midnight exactly. Someone wanted him dead badly. The drawing room smelled strange. An empty glass sat nearby. Poison mixed with expensive wine. This case would prove difficult.