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The rain hadn't stopped yet. Inspector Nell Doyle arrived late. The lighthouse door stood open. Salt wind pushed her inside. Blood pooled beneath the stairs. A man lay there, facedown. His right hand clutched something. Nell knelt on wet stone. Brass keys, three of them. One key was still warm. Above her, the great lamp turned. Light swept the empty room. Someone had climbed those stairs. Someone had also come down. Her radio crackled, then died. The village slept far below. Nobody had reported this body. So who made the call? Nell lifted the man's sleeve. His wristwatch was still ticking. It read four fifteen exactly. Her own watch said midnight.