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The relentless rain fell steadily over Ashford Manor on the cold night Lord Thorne was found dead in his study. Inspector Mabel Greaves arrived at half past eleven, her umbrella dripping onto the polished oak floorboards of the hallway. Nobody in the household had heard a single gunshot, though three guests swore they saw lanterns moving outside after midnight. Every suspect had a motive, and every motive, Greaves suspected, had been carefully hidden behind practiced, courteous smiles for years. Greaves removed her gloves, knelt beside the body, and noticed the brass key clutched tightly in its cold right hand. Somewhere in the house, a clock struck midnight, and then the housekeeper began to scream uncontrollably from the upstairs landing.