The rain fell hard tonight. Lightning flashed across dark skies. Old Blackwood Manor stood silent. Its windows watched the woods. Something stirred within the house. A scream broke the stillness. Then silence fell again. Detective Morgan arrived at dawn. His car crunched on gravel. He approached the front steps. The door stood slightly ajar. Blood stained the marble floor. Lord Blackwood lay quite dead. A knife protruded from his chest. Morgan knelt beside the body. The wound looked fresh still. No signs of forced entry. Someone knew the victim well. The family gathered in tears. Each one looked suspicious now. Secrets filled this old house. Morgan would uncover them all. Justice would be served here.