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The rain hammered Ellery Quay, while Inspector Marlowe waited beside the silent carriage house behind Captain Voss's estate tonight alone. A servant whispered that Voss vanished after dinner, and now his study door lay unlocked, slightly ajar for hours straight. Marlowe lifted the lantern, noting fresh boot prints leading inward, then stopping abruptly at scattered rose petals near a drain. Inside, the air smelled of clove cigarettes, yet the windows were bolted shut against the storm outside all night long. On the desk, a bloodless knife rested beside Voss's journal, its pages torn neatly, like deliberate curtains for deception only. When Marlowe found Voss on the hearth rug, his pulse was gone, and everyone pretended surprise at the wrong moment.