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The rain fell hard on the old Victorian mansion tonight. Inside, Detective Miller stared down at the bloodstained carpet below. A crystal vase lay shattered near the heavy mahogany sideboard. The victim sat stiffly in the leather armchair, eyes open. No wounds showed on his expensive tailored suit or face. Yet everyone knew Lord Blackwell had died five hours ago. The butler hovered nervously by the towering marble fireplace now. The servants swore no person entered after dinner at nine. Miller knelt to examine the dead man's clenched right hand. A crimson thread peeked from between the dead man's fingers. Outside, loud thunder rolled across the dark and restless moor. Another guest would die before tomorrow morning, Miller felt certain.