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The old stone manor stood silent under the dark moon. Rain drummed steadily against every tall and leaded window pane. Detective Marlowe pushed through the heavy oak front door alone. The smell of copper and old candle wax hit her. A body lay sprawled at the foot of the stairs. The victim was Lord Hargrove, a man of great wealth. His pale eyes stared up at the cracked plaster ceiling. No murder weapon was visible anywhere within the dim hallway. Marlowe knelt and studied the deep wound behind his ear. Then, somewhere deep in the manor, a door slammed shut. She was not alone, and she knew it too well. Marlowe stood and drew her gun into the waiting dark.