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Rain silvered the cobblestones outside Bellamy House as Inspector Mara Voss arrived and found the gate standing wide open tonight. Inside the study smelled of cigar smoke spilled brandy and fear while the clock above the mantel refused to move. Lord Bellamy lay beside his desk with one pale hand reaching toward a drawer that someone had locked from outside. A broken window framed the garden yet no footprints marked the flowerbeds and no glass glittered upon the carpet nearby. Mara touched the dead gentleman and felt his pocket watch ticking backward beneath her thumb like a small private warning. Then every candle in the room bent toward the door though the windows were shut and the hall stood empty.