The afternoon and following evening had been rather subtle, actually. Ciencia and Sophia mainly focused on calming Heather while the rest of us continued our investigation. We figured it was too early to call in the police - perhaps the master had just gone out and forgot to tell anyone, but that seemed less and less likely as the night furthered on.
     Chiron spent most of his time in the study, remaining the most calm out of the lot of us. Alexandra and I conducted inquisitions on where each of the household members saw the master last. No one saw him in the morning and many last saw him at dinner. The latest anyone had seen him was recorded by Ciencia, around the time she had ran into me.
      Alexandra had seemed a little lively, unsurprisingly. She always loved a good investigation - but she had an undertone of seriousness within her. We were in the dining room when she asked Julia and Heather:
     "Marsdon's project - it would make a lot of noise, no?"
     "Well, certainly." Julia said. "A lone work in progress such as his would make tons of it; but thankfully the room is sound proofed. He spent tons of money getting the right amount of protection for it."
      Alexandra looked as if she had seen a ghost, but anyone who had worked with her knew that that was a mix of her natural skin complexion and the realization of something very important. "Does anyone have a key for the door to the room?"
     "Just Marsdon. Why?"
     "We need to get inside." She practically jumped out of her seat and rushed to the door in the main hall. I got Chiron's attention, though by the time we arrived it was to our surprise that Renee knew how to pick a lock.
      Inside the door was exactly what we had looked for that entire day - The murder scene. Inside of the jammed, held up, bulk of machinery was the dead mass of a human being, crumpled and destroyed, his blood producing the smell of iron - the smell which Theodosia must have detected in the garden earlier that day. Next to the machine were his clothes, neatly folded rather than thrown to the side.
      Anyone could tell that this was murder, premeditated, cold blooded, and most definitely brutal.