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Fog pressed against Blackthorn Manor as Inspector Vale arrived, noting the music had stopped abruptly, leaving only rain and silence. In the foyer, servants stood rigidly beneath chandeliers, while Lady Harrington clutched a letter opener, her knuckles white with terror. Then Vale saw Sir Julian lying beside the grand piano, one shoe missing, a crimson stain spreading across the marble. Nobody spoke when the widow whispered that the killer was still inside, and every locked door seemed to confirm it.