A mansion. A stormy night. A cast of quirky characters. No telephone service.  A murder. Another murder. Nowhere to go. I don’t know if Cecil Murphey did it on purpose or not, but this book made me want to watch the movie Clue. A  group of people relatively unfamiliar to one another are summoned to the dinner party of a wealthy man who is privy to  information that could lead to the ruin of each and every one of them. I’m not gonna lie, as I read, I envisioned the dining room of the Clue mansion. The 317-page book was…