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At midnight, the manor’s clock stopped before the final chime. Inspector Vale found Lord Ashcombe face down beside the fireplace. Rain tapped windows while every guest insisted they slept upstairs. Yet fresh mud darkened the carpet beneath the conservatory door. His silver watch lay shattered, hands fixed at eleven seventeen. Vale noticed one guest wore gloves despite the roaring fire. Then the housekeeper whispered, “Someone has already searched his pockets.” The dead man’s empty palm held a single wet rose.