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Rain hammered mansion windows while the guests waited in silence. Lord Ashford did not appear for his own midnight toast. The butler knocked twice and opened the heavy study door. Inside, Lord Ashford slumped behind his desk with bloodied hands. A silver letter opener stood upright in his pale chest. The window was locked and the fireplace held cold ashes. On the desk lay a note in sharp black ink. It said, "One of you knows why he died tonight." The butler stepped back as guests began whispering at once. Detective Hale entered quietly and studied each pale, frightened face. No one admitted seeing anyone enter the locked study tonight.