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Rain tapped against manor windows. At midnight, someone screamed upstairs. Detective Vale arrived before dawn. Black mud clung to boots. Candles flickered beside the corpse. Her left hand held something. A silver key gleamed there. Vale recognized that key immediately. Nobody mentioned locked garden doors. Three heirs waited in silence. Each wore freshly polished shoes. One pair carried crimson dust. Then the clock struck thirteen. Every candle died at once. Someone whispered the detective’s name. He faced the empty hall. Wet footprints crossed the carpet. None led toward the doorway. All pointed toward the corpse. Vale slowly drew his revolver. The door locked behind him.