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At midnight, the bell above the locked library door rang, though nobody had entered since Lord Ashcombe’s funeral that evening. Inspector Vale found the study window latched, its curtains stirring, and one wet footprint beside the hearth, pressed into dust. On the desk, beneath a toppled glass, lay the host’s final note: TRUST NO ONE WHO ARRIVES AFTER ME TONIGHT. The housekeeper crossed herself when Vale asked who had discovered the body, then whispered, “Everyone, Inspector, except the dead man.” Vale glanced toward the staircase, where six guests waited beneath portraits whose painted eyes seemed fixed upon his bloodstained gloves. Then the library bell rang again, and from upstairs came a seventh set of footsteps, descending quietly toward them, unannounced.