Run: 2026-09-23-01M36NYGBKJNHWNQMAFD38ZKH3

At midnight, the old clock stopped chiming, and Inspector Vale found the host face down beside his untouched champagne glass. Rain tapped the conservatory windows while guests whispered upstairs, pretending not to notice the gardener’s muddy footprints near the door. Vale knelt beside the body, studying a silver letter opener lodged beneath the dead man’s ribs, its handle freshly polished. Then the telephone rang inside the locked study, and every witness turned toward the empty staircase without speaking another word.