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The grand old clock struck midnight. Rain whispered against the windowpane. A single light glowed upstairs. Sir Reginald was finally alone. Or so the man thought. A floorboard creaked in the hallway. The study door eased open. He did not turn around. Silence followed the sharp gasp. Then the heavy thud came. The clock now read twelve-zero-five. A shadow descended the main staircase. It melted into the stormy night. Only the light remained on. It illuminated the still, dark form. A single clue lay nearby. A pearl cufflink, not his.