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Rain stitched silver threads across the manor windows as Inspector Vale arrived, carrying a lantern and the summons he dreaded. Inside, the ballroom glittered with abandoned champagne flutes, and the guests stood frozen around Lord Ashcroft's body beneath the chandelier. No one spoke when Vale noticed the bloodless smile, the missing watch, and the open French doors to the garden. A maid began to cry, then stopped abruptly, as if someone unseen had pressed a warning hand to her throat. Vale set his lantern beside the corpse and said, quietly, that the murderer was still in the house tonight, waiting.