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The rain had fallen over Ashford Manor since dawn, washing the gravel paths grey and turning the lawns to mud. Inspector Eleanor Marsh arrived at half past seven, her coat dripping onto the polished hallway floor beside a trembling constable. Lord Harold Ashford lay motionless and sprawled beside the cold library fireplace, a silver letter opener protruding from his chest. Nobody in the sprawling household admitted hearing a single sound, though every one of them had been painfully wide awake. Marsh crouched beside the body, noting the dried blood, the overturned chair, and the single muddy footprint near the window. Whoever had killed Lord Ashford had walked through the house with ease, and that troubled her deeply as she rose.