Arthur Havelock, a private detective with dark hair and sharp eyes, sat in his modest London office, immersed in a fascinating novel. His life changed after an unsuccessful investigation at Scotland Yard, and now he chose to read the world life of a private detective. But so far, his light was disrupted when an attendant entered the office and handed him a sealed envelope with a coat of arms on the package.
Havelock opened the envelope and took out a letter written in a neat calligraphic handwriting. The lines were written on thick paper, and the unusual letter seemed to have been chosen with great care. The letter sent a request for an urgent visit to Livingston's country mansion on the coast to investigate the mysterious death of Lord Edmund Livingston.
**Letter from Lady Victoria Livingston**
"Dear Mr. Havelock,
I am writing to you with great attention to your help. My father, Professor Edmund Livingston, was pronounced dead in the strangest circumstances. Death came at a time when we are all in a state of great uncertainty and tension. Strong curtains have blocked the roads, and the police cannot get to this remote corner.
I hope your experience and skill will help us figure this out. The mansion is full of secrets, and each of us has our own secrets. Please come to us as soon as possible. We need your help.
sincerely yours,
Victoria Livingston"
Havelock paused, considering the contents of the letters. The intrigue veiled in his lines and the seriousness described by Lady Victoria caught his attention. After recent interventions, he was ready to plunge into a complex investigation again in order to restore his reputation and find an opportunity to solve the most complicated crimes.
He quickly packed up the necessary things and headed to the station, where a train was already waiting for him. The weather was unfriendly — it was raining, the wind bent the trees, creating a gloomy atmosphere. The train car was shaking on the tracks, and Havelock felt the shaking increase his anticipation of the work ahead.
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The trip took several hours, and when Havelock finally arrived, he saw that the storm had indeed not abated. The wind was raging, the rain was pouring so heavily that visibility was almost zero. Livingston's country mansion towered on a hill, its gloomy walls and towers were shrouded in thick fog, giving the impression that it had grown into the earth itself.
The maid who met him ushered Havelock into the mansion, her face tense. It was cold inside the mansion, and Havelock noticed that all the windows were sealed to keep out the wind and rain. The interior of the mansion was as gloomy as the outside, with dark paneling, antique furniture and a dim fire creating an oppressive atmosphere.
Lady Victoria Livingston met him in the hall, her face pale and her eyes full of excitement. She was dressed in dark blue, and her white hands trembled as she held out her hand, greeting Havelock in a sign of peace.
"Mr. Havelock," she said hopefully. "Thank you for coming so quickly. We really hope for your help."
Havelock turned and took her hand, feeling her tremble. He knew that there was a lot of work to be done, and that even more could close behind the facade of this ancient mansion.
"I will do my best to understand what happened," Havelock replied. "Can you show me the location of the virus?"
The lady turned and led Havelock down a long corridor to Victor, leading him to the room where Lord Livingston was found. The path was lined with old portraits and antique furniture, and every step he took echoed in the gloomy hall.
When they entered the room, Havelock saw that it was filled with elderly family members and maids, their faces reflecting a range of emotions from fear to confusion. Lord Livingstone was sitting in his armchair in the fireplace, a frightening grimace on his face.
Havelock began to inspect the site of infection, trying not to miss a single detail. He noticed that the room was in a mess, as if someone was looking for something. The atmosphere was dark and unsettling, and Havelock felt that he was about to unravel not only the ordinary, but also the complex electromagnetic waves that lurked behind the facade of this ancient house.
As the night dragged on, Havelock knew that his work was just beginning. He needed to penetrate the complex world of secrets and intrigues surrounding the death of Ron Livingston, and find out what really happened in this dark and mysterious place.