A few minutes ago on a December afternoon in Seacliff, San Francisco, Hazel Barbour-Murray, dropping in at the family home, seemed disappointed to find that her father's car wasn't in the garage. However, the back door was on the latch, and having called upstairs and down without getting a response, she went into the empty library, opened her purse and put a money order under the glass paperweight on Father Barbour's desk where he would be sure to see it, unaware that Clifford has come in and is watching her with amusement...