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The rain beat against the windows of Blackmoor Manor as the clock struck midnight, and nobody heard the faint scream. Detective Inspector Helen Marsh arrived at dawn, her coat soaked through, her temper already worn dangerously thin, and waiting impatiently. Lord Edmund Ashworth lay face-down in the locked library, a slender silver letter opener jutting from between his shoulder blades. Nobody had left the house all evening, or so the seven guests insisted, each one carefully avoiding the others' eyes. Marsh crouched beside the body, noticing a muddy footprint near the hearth that did not belong to any of them. Somewhere in the dark corridor, a floorboard creaked, and every head in the room turned toward the door at once.