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Rain battered the old manor. Thunder rolled across dark hills. Detective Inspector Hale arrived alone. The butler opened the door. His hands shook quite visibly. Lord Ashworth is dead, madam. Hale stepped into the hall. Candles flickered along the walls. Six guests waited in silence. Nobody dared meet her eyes. The study door stood open. Books lay scattered everywhere inside. Ashworth slumped over his desk. Blood stained the open letter. Silver knife pierced his back. Hale knelt beside the corpse. His skin was still warm. This murder was very recent. Behind her, someone quietly gasped. The parlour clock chimed midnight. Hale slowly surveyed each suspect. "One of you killed him."