[[Begin.]]You enter the exhibit for South African artifacts. There are many glass cases filled with interesting cultural effects. The lighting is slightly dim, with compact spotlights focused on the items on display. A body is lying on the floor not far beyond the doorway, a pool of blood around its head. You notice the corpse's face is obscured by a mask that looks like it could have come from one of the other exhibits.
There is a man standing over the body, a rather elderly gentleman wearing shabby clothes and a cap. He is wringing his hands, and looks highly distraught.
[[You approach him.]]As you draw nearer, you can hear him lamenting under his breath: "Oh, Mr. Cavanaugh, Mr. Cavanaugh...God, how could I have let this happen? Who could have done this?"
You come to a stop before him, but he doesn't notice you right away. Hesitantly, feeling reluctant to poke him, you try to get his attention.
[[Hello. Who are you?]]The man jumps, as though he hadn't noticed you enter the room. "Oh, forgive me, miss, I didn't see you there! My nerves are all...jangled." He laughs nervously, clutching his hands together. "What a horrible night. Oh, how awful."
You wait, watching him expectantly.
The man pulls a stained handkerchief from his pocket and dabs at his eyes. "You wanted my name? It's Henry. Henry Fink. I've been assigned to Mr. Cavanaugh's security for as long as I can remember, and my father did the same for his father. Oh, this is just horrific--I can scarcely believe my eyes!"
[[You don't look like a security guard. You're not even armed.]]Henry honks into his handkerchief. His nose is large and red. "Oh, Mr. Cavanaugh never wanted me carrying around one of those. Said it made him look like some kind of mafia boss--and besides, they're dangerous to keep around. Someone could get hurt." He dabs at his eyes again. "I do have some defensive training, but all Mr. Cavanaugh cared about was that he could trust me. Trust was the most important thing, next to family."
[[Where were you when the murder happened?]]
[[Why can't we leave the museum?]]Henry shakes his head tearfully. "Why, I was in the security booth, near the front door. He had us all spread out--it was for his party game. But now we're stuck here; all the doors to this building are locked until sunrise! He had me time the locks myself. Whoever killed Mr. Cavanaugh ain't leaving this building before dawn, that's for darn sure."
[[It would seem that way, yes. Why did he have you lock the doors?|Why can't we leave the museum?]]
[[Did you hear or see anything, around the time of the murder?]]"Mr. Cavanaugh was never one for normalcy, and parties were no exception. He was a bit of an eccentric man, you know, but he was also a genius--really unappreciated in his time, if you ask me. And he was so proud of his collection, he wanted us to experience it on another level...instead of just standing around with champagne making small talk, he said he needed his guests to 'live and breathe' the artifacts. That's why he had me lock all the doors on a timer. They'll open as soon as the sun comes over the horizon."
[[Why is your name in the guest book for earlier today? What were you doing here?]]
[[Did you hear or see anything, around the time of the murder?]]Henry looks uncomfortable. "That's, uh, that's nothing. Don't worry about it. It has nothin' to do with what happened to Mr. Cavanaugh--it's just for posterity."
[[But Evelynn's name is in the book, too. If she was here before the party started, she could have done something to set it up for a crime.]]Henry is aghast. "Good lord, you really think Miss Evelynn is capable of something so horrible? I know she's got a big personality, but she loved Mr. Cavanaugh, you know. They were together for a while, and it didn't end so well, but they've made amaneds...Mr. Cavanaugh loved her too, in his own way. Certainly she's been annoyed with him before, but that's no reason to suppose she's a murderer!"
[[I've met Evelynn. She's no spring chicken. You give folks too much credit.]]
[[Anyone is capable of terrible things. If you're hiding something, it could mean that Carter's murderer is never discovered. Do you really want that?]]This is too much for Henry. "Listen, I appreciate what you're tryin' to do, looking for Mr. Cavanaugh's murderer and all, but I won't stand to hear you slander good people, people I know in my heart aren't capable of such evil. I've been around too long to have a bad intuition, believe you me. Just...leave an old man to grieve, won't you?"
[[Begin again.|Begin.]]Henry's face crumples. "Oh, alright, alright! So she was here earlier today. I don't know why. She said she wanted to see Mr. Cavanaugh, but he wasn't here--I was making preparations for the party, setting the lock timers and all that. He was still back at the estate at the time. She told me not to put her name in the book, and I almost listened to her, but at the end of the day, I'm the security man, you know? It's my job to know who's where and when!"
[[Thank you, Henry. Do you have any idea why someone would want to kill Mr. Cavanaugh?]]Henry is aghast. "Goodness me, no. I was in the security booth for about three minutes before the power knocked out. I heard glass shattering, I think in the next gallery over...the Pacific Islands exhibit, maybe, I don't know. I heard gunshots, too--two of 'em, even though Mr. Cavanaugh only has a head wound... So who took a bullet?" He sniffs loudly. "I thought I checked everyone at the door for weapons and the like--just who the hell is packin' at a party like this?"
[[Why are the doors all locked?|Why can't we leave the museum?]]
[[Why is your name in the guest book for earlier today? What were you doing here?]]Henry looks uneasy again. "Mr. Cavanaugh is...//was// a very powerful man. He had a lot of friends, powerful friends, but he had just as many enemies. This party...you ever stop to wonder why there's only six of us in here? we were all supposed to be people he trusted. Why anyone here would want to kill him, I have no idea."
[[I've heard unsavory things about the Cavanaugh family. Apparently they got up to some freaky stuff. Maybe that's our first clue.|I've met Evelynn. She's no spring chicken. You give folks too much credit.]]
[[You've been a part of the Cavanaugh family for as long as you can remember, you said. What about his more...shady dealings? Did he have any?]]Henry shifts on his feet, looking uncomfortable. "Well, no family is perfect, you know. No man is perfect, neither. Mr. Cavanaugh had...high aspirations. He had beliefs...dreams...and they drove him to every corner of the earth. He wanted more than the life of an business man. This museum is a testament to that."
[[Beliefs?]]"Listen, I shouldn't talk about this anymore. Mr. Cavanaugh was a private man, and his faith's got nothin' to do with someone fillin' him with daylight. You should get back to the investigation. Good luck, Miss Keating."
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