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Rain polished the manor windows while Detective Vale arrived alone. Inside, a grandfather clock chimed thirteen, then abruptly stopped forever. Mrs. Holloway lay beneath it, clutching an unfamiliar silver key. Nobody had entered, yet muddy footprints crossed the locked study. Vale noticed each print pointed inward, never toward the doorway. Three guests waited silently upstairs, each hiding something from him. Then the telephone rang, though its disconnected wires lay outside. Vale answered, hearing his own voice whisper, “Murder is listening.”