The old mansion stood silently at the end of town. Detective Morris arrived just as the clock struck eight sharp. Rain hammered the cobblestones like tiny fists demanding swift entry. A body lay crumpled beneath the grand oak staircase below. The victim wore a crimson dress now stained much darker. Her eyes stared upward seeing nothing but the painted ceiling. A single pearl earring was missing from her left ear. The butler stood trembling nearby clutching a silver serving tray. No one had heard the scream that must have come. Every guest claimed they were sleeping soundly through the night. Detective Morris knelt down and studied the bruised pale neck. This was no accident and everyone here knew it well. He pulled his notebook out and began writing careful notes. The killer was still inside this house among the guests. Someone in these dark elegant rooms had blood stained hands.