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At midnight, the manor’s clocks stopped, though nobody touched them. A maid found Ashcombe beneath his bride’s portrait, apparently dead. Inspector Vale arrived carrying rain, a notebook, and quiet suspicion. Blood soaked the carpet, yet both his hands were spotless. Mrs. Wren swore he had died before the final toast. Then Vale noticed one untouched glass beside the open window. Outside, fresh footprints approached the house, then disappeared beneath rain. Vale smiled; the killer had returned to witness the discovery.