Detective Samson walked into the dark room where the dead body lay quietly on the cold and hard wooden floorboards. A single lamp cast long shadows across the grey walls of the silent and dusty library hall within the house. The sharp smell of gunpowder hung in the air like a thick grey fog over the entire crime scene inside. He knelt down beside the victim to look for clues that the killer might have left behind him for good. A small note was clutched tightly in the cold hand of the wealthy and now dead man on the floor. The old butler stood by the door with a look of pure horror upon his pale white face and hands. The window had been shattered from the inside by someone trying to escape the room in a very frantic hurry.