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Cold rain battered the windows of the quiet Victorian study. Detective Arthur Vance knelt slowly beside the cold, lifeless body. Lord Blackwood stared upward with a frozen expression of terror. Spilled red wine stained his immaculate white silk dress shirt. Strangely, no obvious weapon lay anywhere near the oak desk. Every heavy door had been locked securely from the inside. Vance noticed broken crystal fragments glittering near his pale hand. A faint scent of bitter almonds lingered in the air. Suddenly, the old wooden floorboards creaked outside in the hall. The clever killer was still hiding inside this isolated mansion.