It’s 1943, and the aging Colonel Claythorne has gathered his family at his mansion for what should be a quiet evening. His guest of honor is a well-known mystery writer the kind of man who can’t resist a good story, even when it’s not his to tell. When he lets slip that the Colonel has changed his will, cutting out one of his two daughters, the room turns tense. Nobody knows which daughter it is. Everybody has a guess.
By the time a visiting widow and her son, a young detective, arrive, tempers have already boiled over, and it’s too late to undo what happens next. A body is found, the storm outside traps everyone inside, and every person in that house has a reason to want the truth buried. Now it’s up to Detective Peck to sort fact from fiction before the killer gets away with it.
It’s 1943, and the aging Colonel Claythorne has gathered his family at his mansion for what should be a quiet evening. His guest of honor is a well-known mystery writer the kind of man who can’t resist a good story, even when it’s not his to tell. When he lets slip that the Colonel has changed his will, cutting out one of his two daughters, the room turns tense. Nobody knows which daughter it is. Everybody has a guess.
By the time a visiting widow and her son, a young detective, arrive, tempers have already boiled over, and it’s too late to undo what happens next. A body is found, the storm outside traps everyone inside, and every person in that house has a reason to want the truth buried. Now it’s up to Detective Peck to sort fact from fiction before the killer gets away with it.