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Rain battered Blackthorn Manor’s windows. Inspector Vale arrived before dawn. The front door stood open. Inside, silence smelled faintly metallic. Lady Mercer lay beneath chandeliers. Her throat bore crimson markings. Nobody had touched the body. Muddy footprints crossed the carpet. Vale crouched beside the corpse. Warm blood stained his glove. Then someone laughed softly upstairs. Every guest gathered in silence. Six faces watched Inspector Vale. One familiar face was missing. Vale remembered the locked conservatory. Someone whispered, “She deserved death.” Vale studied every frightened expression. Then the clock struck thirteen. All candles went out simultaneously. Behind Vale, the door slammed. The murderer had never left.