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Heavy rain battered the large windows of the old mansion. Lord Ashford now lay dead upon the expensive Persian rug. Sticky blood stained his crisp white shirt a deep crimson. Detective Miller stepped carefully over the scattered broken glass pieces. A bloody silver dagger gleamed beside the pale lifeless hand. Someone had obviously murdered the man inside his quiet study. No living witnesses were present to share the awful truth. The locked wooden door presented a truly baffling physical puzzle. Inspector Miller knelt down to examine the still pale face. A strange faint scent of bitter almonds filled the room.