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The old manor house stood completely silent in the fog. Detective Clara Mills arrived just before the clock struck midnight. Only a single candle flickered somewhere inside the dark hall. She noticed the body immediately upon entering the drawing room. Lord Harwick lay sprawled face down across the Persian rug. His cold right hand still clutched a shattered crystal glass. Nobody else was supposed to be in the old house. Yet Clara heard slow footsteps above her on the stairs. She slowly reached inside her coat and drew her pistol. The footsteps stopped abruptly, and then the candle went dark.