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The rain had been falling on Ravenscourt House since midnight, and by dawn the gravel drive resembled a shallow river. Mrs. Halloway found the library door locked at seven, which had never happened in her thirty years of service here. She knocked twice, listened, then set her tray down and pressed one ear flat against the cold dark oak panel. Inside, something ticked steadily, and beneath that ticking she heard nothing at all, no breath, no chair, no turning page. The master of the house had a rule about the library, absolute and unbending: nobody entered it before nine o'clock. Mrs. Halloway broke that rule at eight minutes past seven, using the spare key hidden inside the tall hall clock. Sir Edmund Vane sat in his chair facing the window, and the back of his silver head was terribly wrong. The tray fell, the china shattered, and forty years of careful silence left her throat in one long thin scream. Outside, the rain kept falling, erasing whatever footprints the killer had left across the drive before the dawn had come. By eight, three cars had come, and every person inside Ravenscourt House was already quietly deciding exactly what to conceal.