The next morning, the rain had stopped.
Nora sat in the small police station with a cup of coffee.
Tom came in quickly.
"The blood is not Ivy's," he said.
Nora looked up. "Whose is it, then?"
"We don't know. It belongs to a man."
"Interesting," Nora said.
That afternoon, a tall man arrived at the station.
"I'm Daniel Sorel. Ivy is my sister."
He wore an coat, but his shoes were old.
"When did you last see her?" Nora asked.
"Weeks ago," Daniel said. "We are not close."
"Then why are you here so fast?"
Daniel did not answer at once.
"She is my sister," he said again.
Nora watched his hands. They were .
Later, Nora and Tom returned to Marlowe House.
"Look for anything we missed," Nora said.
Tom checked the old in the living room.
Behind a , he found a small paper.
"Detective," he said. "You should see this."
Nora took the paper carefully.
It was a , written in a .
The words were short and clear.
"They know about the money," it said.
"Who are 'they'?" Tom asked.
"And what money?" Nora added.
She thought of Daniel's hands.
And of his old shoes under an coat.
Outside, a car started and drove away fast.
Nora ran to the window, but the road was already .