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The rain fell heavily on the cobblestones that October evening. Detective Harlow arrived at the old manor just past midnight. Yellow tape stretched across the tall wrought-iron front entrance gate. Inside, the body of Lord Ashcroft lay by the fireplace. A silver letter opener protruded from his crisp white shirt. Blood pooled beneath him, soaking the expensive Persian wool rug. Six guests huddled together silently in the dimly lit parlor. Each one of them had reason to want him dead. Harlow studied their pale faces with his sharp gray eyes. Someone in this room, he knew, was certainly the murderer.