They were all after the missing diamonds. But which one had killed for the privilege?

The wife he had deserted twenty years ago, a fading Southern belle who was vaguely firm that “he must have left some money somewhere”…

“Maximillian Duckworth,” the little man with the big henchmen—and his own covetous ideas about the dead man’s secret life…

The daughter he never acknowledged, who had never seen him alive—and had little reason to mourn him dead…

The redhead who went after big generous gentlemen with small expensive trinkets—dead or alive…