# The Body in the Library The morning sun filtered through the tall windows of Ashworth Manor, casting long shadows. Detective Sarah Chen stepped out of her unmarked car, noting the grand estate's isolation. Mrs. Eleanor Hartwell lay sprawled across the Persian rug, quite obviously very dead. Blood had pooled beneath her head, suggesting a violent blow from some heavy object. The butler discovered the body at seven o'clock this morning while preparing breakfast. Sarah's keen eyes swept across the room, cataloging every detail with practiced professional attention. Three people had been sleeping in the house throughout the entire previous night. Eleanor's husband Richard stood in the doorway, his face pale with shock and grief. The gardener claimed he saw nothing unusual during his early morning routine outside today. Sarah knew that one of these people had committed this terrible, calculated, premeditated murder.