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The rain hammered against the windows of Blackwood Manor as Detective Inspector Marlowe stepped inside, shaking water from his coat. A young constable met him in the marble hallway, pale and trembling, holding a notebook he had not yet opened. "Lord Ashcombe is dead, sir," the constable whispered, "found slumped over his desk in the locked library just after midnight." Marlowe followed him down the corridor, past portraits of stern ancestors whose painted eyes seemed to watch every hesitant step. Inside the library the fire still crackled, and the old man sat rigid in his chair, clutching a brass key. Marlowe knelt beside the body and noticed a smell of bitter almonds lingering around the empty glass on the desk. The door was locked from the inside, the windows were bolted, and yet somebody had clearly wanted Ashcombe silenced tonight. Somewhere close behind him, a floorboard creaked, and Marlowe realized that the killer might still be standing inside the house.