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Rain hammered the study windows. Inspector Halloway removed her gloves. The body lay face-down. Blood pooled beneath the desk. A brass letter-opener was missing. Someone had rearranged the bookshelves. Every spine faced the wall. That detail bothered her most. The victim was Edmund Pryce. He collected rare first editions. His fingers clutched torn paper. Three words remained legible: "ask about Marguerite." Halloway pocketed the fragment carefully. Outside, four guests waited nervously. None had left the manor. The storm sealed them in. She counted the wine glasses. There were six, not five. Someone unaccounted for had drunk. Halloway smiled without any warmth. This would be a long night.