The mansion stood completely silent. Rain pelted the old windows. Detective Morris arrived at midnight. She stepped onto wet gravel. The butler opened heavy doors. His face showed genuine concern. A body awaited her upstairs. The victim was Lord Ashworth. He lay beside his desk. Blood pooled on Persian carpet. A letter opener protruded grotesquely. Morris knelt down to look. No signs of forced entry. Someone he knew did this. The widow wept in silk. Three guests remained in residence. Each one had dark secrets. Each one had strong motives. Morris pulled out her notebook. This night would prove long.