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Rain pounded relentlessly against the cold glass of the conservatory. Lord Harrington sat silently, a bloody dagger through his chest. Detective Miller stepped inside, shaking the heavy water off himself. The tall pendulum clock ticked loudly in the dimly room. Fresh footprints stretched from the French doors to the body. An open envelope lay undisturbed upon the dark oak desk. Miller put on his leather gloves before approaching the victim. The old man’s eyes were wide with a frozen terror. A single crimson rose was pinned to his silk lapel. Someone in this quiet mansion possessed a very lethal secret.