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The grand hotel awaited its guests beneath a stormy charcoal-gray autumn sky. A scream then shattered the lazy afternoon’s fragile and deceptive tranquility. We found the body in the library slumped against a mahogany desk. A single black fountain pen protruded strangely from his starched white shirt. His startled eyes stared blankly at the overturned chair and scattered papers. No forced entry was apparent in this quiet wing of the house. Yet the French windows to the wet terrace stood slightly ajar. I noted the peculiar absence of the victim’s distinctive emerald ring. Eight very worried suspects now gathered in the glittering main downstairs foyer. Each one certainly possessed both a motive and a clear opportunity.