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Rain hammered the greenhouse glass. Inspector Hale removed her gloves. The body lay facedown there. Orchids bloomed around his head. Someone had arranged them carefully. That detail troubled her most. Murder rarely bothered with beauty. A teacup sat nearby, cracked. Two chairs faced each other. The victim expected a guest. Hale crouched beside the corpse. Lord Ashcombe's watch had stopped. Eleven forty, the glass shattered. Convenient, she thought, too convenient. Footsteps approached along the gravel. Sergeant Pike arrived, breathing hard. "The household is all present." "Nobody left after the dinner." "Then our killer waits inside." Hale rose and studied everything. Somewhere a clock struck one.