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A single candle slowly illuminated the very pale face of the dead man seated quietly in the leather chair now. The thick dark blood had already pooled around the ornate silver cigarette case still trembling inside his pale cold hand. She suddenly heard a faint human whisper coming clearly from behind the heavy locked oak door beyond the dark library. The murder weapon was clearly missing, but the antique brass clock had stopped at precisely eleven minutes past dead midnight. She turned very slowly around, but the tall mysterious figure standing in the deep dark shadows had already vanished completely.