Snowy Night Picture of Beacon Fire

The mountains are closed by heavy snow, and the isolated post is like a prison. Seven people, a body, and a door locked from the inside. The hook couldn't move the latch - the latch was flat. The suet will not hold up the mechanism - there is no grease in the tank. No one can be hidden in the box - the cobwebs are not broken. The transom couldn't be flipped out—it was only eight inches wide. All hypotheses are killed by the evidence, leaving only one impossible explanation. And when the scholar touched the hot jade in his arms, he knew that everyone's brains in this room were about to start running at overdrive.