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Rain hammered the windows while the detective studied the bloodless knife on the marble floor beneath the old frozen clock. Lady Marlowe sat dead beside the fireplace, her lips blue and her right hand still curled around a diamond ring. A servant whispered that the victim had hidden a letter inside her favorite porcelain vase before the candle flames died.