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The old house stood silent on the rain-slicked street. Inspector Graves approached the heavy, oak door slowly. A single, faint light glowed from the third floor. He found the widow Blackwell in her velvet armchair. Her staring eyes reflected the empty fireplace's cold ashes. A pearl-handled letter opener protruded from her silk-clad chest. No forced entry, no obvious struggle, just profound, ringing silence. Then, a floorboard creaked directly above the inspector's head. His hand went immediately to his worn, leather holster. Ten cautious steps would carry him to the stairway.