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- ...support me,

or there’s no point. Right?

- One sarsaparilla.

In a clean glass, as requested.

Yeah...

- Final question...

Which ancient civilization’s
gold filigreed adornments

were an inspiration
for jewellers

in the reign of Queen Victoria?

The Greeks!

I-I-I’m sorry!
I mean the Romans.

The-the-the Greco-Romans.

- I’m sorry, no.

- Yes, Miss Cain?

- The Etruscans.

- I was going to say...
the Assyrians!

- Wrong.

- Uh, the Etruscans.

Correct.

- So glad you joined
the team, Mavis.

- And with that last
bonus question,

we have
the Pugnacious Police in third.

The Learned Ladies in second.

And, once again,
the Know-It-Alls in first place.

Congratulations.

See you all next week

for another esoteric evening
of Miscellany Matchup.

- And don’t forget to fill out

your entry tests
for Toronto’s Smartest Man.

Sponsored by Mr. Colwyn
of Colwyn’s Complete Cyclopedia.

- That’s right. The-the--

No home is complete
without a set of Colwyn’s.

- Higgins, you need to keep
your mouth shut

unless you’re certain
of the answer.

Sir, I’m pretty sure
that was the right answer.

- Mm.
- Where’s Murdoch tonight,

anyway? We’d be a lot better
team with him involved.

I understood
that the Detective

usually doesn’t take an interest
in such frivolous events.

- Congratulations, gentlemen.

Third place isn’t so bad.
A respectable showing.

- I’m surprised the ladies
managed to best you.

They aren’t the most challenging
of competition.

- We’ve been neck and neck
every week.

- We take pity on you, you mean.

- Oh, please.

You’re so conceited,
you pretend even

your mistakes are on purpose.

- An ad hominem attack.

I’d expect no better
from a woman.

An ad hominem attack--

- I know what it means.

Be sure to finish up
the contest entry tests.

My son Dean is coming around
to collect them.

- Try your luck, gentlemen.

Toronto’s Smartest Man

might be here in this very room.

Higgins,
you’re having a laugh.

- You call that a test?

Mm.

- Thanks for coming,
Murdoch.

We’ve, uh, we’ve all had a few.

We thought it would be
a good idea if we had

a steady hand at the wheel.

- The man’s fallen ill, then?

- Victor Fordham. Uh, apparently
a severe allergic reaction.

- Oh. Well, not poisoned then.

But you don’t believe
it was an accident either?

- Well, we did at first,
until Mr. Ryan informed us

that Fordham’s shellfish
allergy’s common knowledge.

- And he was a terrible person.

Someone may have intentionally
contaminated his glass.

- Mr. Ryan.
- Detective.

- I understand you knew

of Mr. Fordham’s
shellfish allergy?

- Of course. Sure.
He never shut up about it,

especially since I got these
new clam juice dispensers in.

- Oh?
- With these, I can fix

all the latest clam beverages:

hot clam soda,

ginger clam juice,

hot clam cream.

It’s a vile craze,
but, uh, it sells.

- Mm. Is it possible, then,

that some of this clam juice

accidentally made its way
into Mr. Fordham’s glass?

- Not a chance.

He ordered bottled sarsaparilla

that I poured
into a clean glass.

I saw him after he took a sip.
He was fine.

- The bar cleared out after
Mr. Fordham’s medical episode.

- But, sir, everyone
who was here will be

at the Toronto’s Smartest
Man competition tomorrow.

You should think about
entering, sir.

It’s being held
at the book fair.

- Pursuit of knowledge
shouldn’t be a contest.

- The prize is $1,000.

- And a full set
of encyclopedias.

Imagine, all of the world’s
knowledge at your fingertips.

- Encyclopedias?

- Welcome to Toronto’s
Pedagogical Book Fair.

We at Colwyn’s
Complete Cyclopedia

are proud sponsors
of this week’s events,

especially the search
for Toronto’s smartest man.

Dean, my boy, come up here.

Colwyn’s Complete Cyclopedia.

- Uh, founded by
my-my grandfather,

uh, Tobias Colwyn in 18...

in, uh, in-in, yeah, in-and--

- 1870!
- Yes, 1870,

and now on the second--

- Third! The third edition

of Colwyn’s Complete Cyclopedia

is the preeminent compendium
to ignite the light of learning.

- Buy volume one now,
fr-from aardvarks to azurites.

- But a subscription plan

is the best value
for the full set.

And now, the main event.

Only five perfect tests
were submitted. By...

- Yes, uh... By, uh,
François Boudreau.

Ved Srinivasan.

Uh, William Murdoch.

- So you did enter.

Well done, Detective!

- Uh, Victor Fordham
and F. Newsome.

- These five contestants

will vie for the crown
of Toronto’s Smartest Man.

Are you lost, my dear?

- No. Fiona Newsome. F. Newsome.

A woman? Oh no, uh,
th-this will never do.

- I beg your pardon?

Well, it’s, uh,
it’s in the name, ma’am.

Toronto’s smartest man.
Thank you.

Maybe we go-we could go
to the next highest score?

- Yes, yes, yes.
- Uh, Dr. Glenn Price.

- Oh!

- And I believe that Mr. Fordham

went to the hospital last night.

- Oh. In that case,
the alternate

for Mr. Fordham will be--

- Stop right there!

I’ll be damned if I’m kept
out of this competition.

- Very well then.

Uh, ladies and gentlemen,

ah, please stay and browse
the books

while we prepare the stage
for an exciting battle of wits.

- Um, um, Mr. Colwyn?
- Oh, Mr. Fordham,

Detective William Murdoch,
Toronto Constabulary.

Aha. Have you caught
the villain who did this to me?

- Not yet. But I was wondering,

do you know who may have
wanted to do this to you?

- I’d say most of my competitors
dislike me.

That’s what happens
when you’re the best.

- Maybe that tall woman
on the ladies’ team?

Miss Gruesome, or some such.

Quite competitive,

and she definitely
doesn’t like me.

- Anyone else?

- No.

Although, last night,

Ved did say he hoped
I’d drop dead.

- The sign is quite clear,
my dear.

- This is absurd!

Women are the intellectual equal
to men in every way.

- Mr. Colwyn,

Miss Newsome here plays
in a weekly miscellany game

against myself and Mr. Fordham.

Thank you,
Professor Srinivasan.

- And she habitually loses.

She isn’t a serious contestant.

- I got a perfect score
on the entry test,

the same as you!

There’s no need
for raised voices.

If I may, Miss Newsome
lives in my neighbourhood.

She has recently been left
by her husband

and is no doubt emotional.

Uh, competition might not
be advisable,

given her fragile state.

- I am not emotional and, sir,

you are a chiropodist,
not a psychiatrist.

Nevertheless,
I think Dr. Price has a point,

don’t you, my dear?

- Just how do you get along
with Mr. Fordham?

I understand you told him
you wished he would drop dead.

- He called me a fool
for saying Montevideo

is the capital of Paraguay.

- It’s Asunción.
- Montevideo is Uruguay.

- I know that now.

Look, we bicker
from time to time,

but I certainly didn’t put
clam juice into his drink.

- Detective.

The name’s Boudreau.

- Mr. Boudreau.

Were you at the Miscellany
Matchup the other night?

- No.
- Then how can I--?

- Do you remember getting me
sent to jail ten years ago?

- The name does ring a bell.

Well, your name does

a little bit more than that
for me.

I spent ten years locked up,

reading every book
that I could find,

familiarizing myself
with the law,

the arts and the sciences,

waiting for the day
that I could throw

your supposed genius back
in your face.

- Well, then, how lovely

that you’ve been afforded
that opportunity.

- I’m going to beat you,
Detective,

no matter what it takes.

- Teddy!

Have a look at this.

X-ray glasses.

Can see through
skin and clothing.

Imagine how useful
those would be.

- For what?

- Police work.

- Henry, I don’t think
that’s a real product.

You know what you always
say to me:

be more careful
in the big city,

- everyone’s a swindler.
- Ah, this is different.

This is in the newspaper!

- Don’t waste your money.

The company probably
won’t even send the glasses.

- It’s too late. I already
ordered a pair last week.

- The Colwyns should just
hand the prize over

to Murdoch and be done with it.

As brilliant
as Detective Murdoch is,

you can’t be certain he’ll win.

There are many different types
of intelligence, after all.

- Ah, that’s rubbish.
You’re either bright,

or you’re dim. And I know
a sure thing when I see it.

- Attention all!

The moment has arrived.

Together we will answer
the question:

who is Toronto’s smartest man?

Envelopes with
the daily challenges

and their solutions
are locked in this safe.

Each day,
I’ll open a new one,

uh, contestants
will earn points--

Which will be tallied by
the lovely Miss Ontario Wheat.

And at the end of the week,
we will have our champion.

Now in this briefcase...

is the $1,000 cash prize
for the winner.

And so...

let Round One begin.

- The sum of the first
five prime numbers.

Twenty-eight.

- Express the golden ratio
to three decimal points.

- One point 6-1-8.

- Projectile motion.

- Kirchhoff’s diffraction
formula.

Seven hundred twenty-nine.

Russell’s Paradox.

- And this is it, gentlemen,
the-the final question

of the round, uh,
worth five bonus points.

If a train leaves Montreal
at 9 a.m.

travelling at 60 miles per hour,

and another train leaves
Toronto at the same time

travelling at 50 miles per hour,

when will the two trains
intersect

on the 333-mile journey?

12:16 p.m.

- Uh, no. That’s not right.

At 12:01 p.m. And 20 seconds.

- That is the correct answer,
sir.

- It is not.

All trains travelling
on the Grand Trunk Railway

between Montreal and Toronto

hold for precisely
fifteen minutes at Kingston.

- It’s a hypothetical
question, sir.

- Take that, Murdoch.

- Civility, gentlemen.

Today’s round goes
to Professor Srinivasan.

And, please, join us tomorrow
for round two.

- A worthy set of opponents.

- Better luck next time,
Murdoch.

- Luck has nothing
to do with it.

That was a misleading question.

- Oh, dear.

- Some workers found him
this morning.

- That’s Professor Srinivasan.

He’s still wearing yesterday’s
clothes,

his boutonniere.

This is the back
of the book fair.

He must have been
on his way home.

- Well, I guess this means

he won’t be winning
Toronto’s Smartest Man.

The building is undergoing
repairs to the cornice.

Some of the brickwork
was crumbling.

- So he was killed
by falling masonry.

- Yes, but workers had already
removed the loose bricks.

I think this masonry
was dropped deliberately.

- Is the roof accessible?
- All too easily.

Just up the main staircase.

- Huh.

So, Professor Srinivasan
exits the building,

pleased with his win,

and was then struck down
by falling masonry

thrown from the roof.

- So it would seem.

Do you think it’s related
to the competition?

- I suppose it’s possible.

- Professor Srinivasan is dead?

- I’m afraid so.

- Pop, maybe we should
call off the contest?

- Nonsense.

It occurred
directly behind the venue,

Mr. Colwyn. And two nights ago,

Mr. Fordham had a near-deadly
brush with clam juice.

He’s highly allergic.

- I’m sorry to hear that,
but I-I-I don’t see

how either of these incidents
are connected to the contest.

Nevertheless,
I will be questioning

all of the contestants
before we proceed.

- Pop, I--
- Gentlemen.

Either you let me compete,
or I intend to sue.

- Well, it’s Toronto’s
Smartest Man.

There’s nothing you can
do about that.

- Aren’t man and mankind

commonly used to refer
to the whole of the human race?

Why should this competition
be any different?

- You wouldn’t win in court.
- Maybe so.

But it’d throw a wrench
in your contest all the same.

- Mr. Fordham,

where were you following
the competition last evening?

I believe I was the first

to leave.

You probably saw me.

I went straight out
the front door.

- And where did you go?

- Home.
- I still wasn’t feeling well.

Probably why
I didn’t win round one.

- Can anyone vouch for you
after you left the venue?

Did anyone see you?

- When I went home alone? No.

- I’m afraid not.
- I’m a bachelor, Detective.

Although, when I left the venue,

I did see Mr. Boudreau speaking
with Professor Srinivasan.

And then I saw Mr. Boudreau
hurrying upstairs.

- Upstairs? Are you sure?

- Yes, yes.
- I thought it quite strange.

- And just what were
Mr. Boudreau

and the professor discussing?

I didn’t hear,
and I wouldn’t dare eavesdrop.

- I talked to no one.

I saw no one.

I got home and read
legal treatises.

On prisoners’ rights.

Mr. Boudreau,
you were the last person

seen talking
to Professor Srinivasan.

And you were seen
rushing upstairs afterward.

- Ah! I had to find
the bathroom.

Prison food has given me
the "flaflette."

Digestion issues.

What were you
and the professor talking about?

I was merely offering
my sincere congratulations.

He played brilliantly.

Unlike some.

- Ah, upon further
consideration,

Miss Effie Newsome will be
permitted to compete.

Hm. Still so sure

Detective Murdoch will win now
that Miss Newsome

has entered the fray?
She’s a worthy rival.

- Oh, I doubt that very much.

- Come now. We’ve both seen her
competitive side.

Sometimes a contest comes down

to just how much someone
wants to win.

- Just how much, eh?

How about the two of us
have a little wager?

Say, two dollars?
- Make it five.

- Done.
- Hm.

Oh, Detective.

You might not want to do so well
this round.

Remember what happened
to Professor Srinivasan.

- I remember, Inspector.

And I’m here to get
to the bottom of it.

- Hm.

- Oi. Choi.

- And now for round two!

- It makes octopus blood blue.

Hemocyanin.

- Queen of both England
and France.

Eleanor of Aquitaine.

Yes!

- Classical epics were written
in which poetic meter?

- Dactylic hexameter.

- Which Scottish-Canadian
inventor and engineer

is known as the father
of standard time?

Sir Sandford Fleming.

The calcaneus bone.

- And the final challenge
for round two,

for five bonus points:

if ES equals 14,

and JZ equals 16,

what does LW equal?

- Excuse me, sirs?

Quiet through
the auditorium, please.

Oh, but--

- A solve!

- LW equals eleven.

- Care to explain
for the audience?

- Of course.
- Completing the pattern,

eleven is the number
of alphabetical spaces

between L and W.

- Well done!
- Hm.

- The quick-witted Miss Newsome

is the winner of this
deceptively simple round.

- Mr. Boudreau.
- I saw you cheating.

You were a safecracker
who worked with armed robbers.

You stole the solution
from the Colwyns’ safe.

- So you do remember me.

I was a safecracker, yes.

But I was only
pretending to cheat.

- Why?
- As a distraction

to ensure that you didn’t win.

And you fell for it.

Who’s smarter now, Detective?

- Roberts!
- Guess what’s come in the mail.

A letter from
Constable Crabtree?

- Oh, uh, yes.

He says he’s doing well
in St. John’s.

He’s even made
his first arrest. A, uh,

a moose poacher.

Uh, but, no, this. Look.

My X-ray spectacles.

Told you it was a real company.

- Wow. I guess I was wrong.

- Don’t feel too bad, Teddy.

No one expects you to go
from country bumpkin

to city sophisticate overnight.

This doesn’t make sense.

They’re supposed to see through
skin and clothing,

but all I see is my hand.

- Could I give them a try?

- Of course.

- Whoa!

My own bones. Unbelievable.

Oh, uh, oh...

- Well?

- I’m a gentleman, Henry.

Professor Srinivasan
was single and kept to himself,

apart from his weekly
miscellany game.

No enemies to speak of,
so I decided to look

into the others as well.

Mr. Fordham works
in investments,

Dr. Price runs a....

Well, I can’t read this.
Do you...?

- Fool.

- Beg your pardon? Foo-foot!
- Ah!

Foot clinic,
runs a foot clinic.

And Mr. Boudreau has had trouble

finding employment since
his release from prison.

- Well, that could be a strong
motivator to win the prize.

Let’s look next
into Mr. Boudreau.

He wasn’t
at Miscellany Matchup.

No. But he is
a known criminal,

and he was seen going upstairs
at the book fair.

- Hm. You know,

the only contestant
who was present

on the site of both attacks
was Miss Newsome.

- Yes, but--
- She is quite competitive.

- And she did dislike
both victims.

- Hated them, even!
- And she’s smart enough

to have coordinated the attacks.
- Mm.

- Ah. Definitely.

- Well, thank you for that.

Just to be clear,
I didn’t attack anybody,

but I do believe somebody
may be trying to poison me.

I found these on my doorstep
after yesterday’s competition.

- "For a very pretty lady
from her secret admirer."

- Yes. I-I inspected
the chocolates

and found pinprick marks
on the bottom of each of them.

I think they’re
injection points.

- Do you always inspect
presents so carefully?

- I was suspicious.
I haven’t received

a romantic gift
in quite some time.

- Smell that?

Scent of pears?

A bit exotic
for a basic box of bonbons.

- Mm.

I believe these were injected
with chloral hydrate.

Let’s have a look at that card.

- A typed message,
no handwriting.

- A flower in the design.

It is a poppy?

- I know where these came from.

- Look, I am not in the habit
of selling poison.

- Of course not.

- Do you recall who purchased
the chocolates?

Likely yesterday afternoon.

- We do excellent business, sir.

I-I must have sold at least
a dozen chocolate boxes

after lunch yesterday.

- Uh, do you remember

typing this message on the card?

- Yes.

A man purchased this box.

- What did he look like?

- A man.

Normal.

Not particularly attractive.

Or unattractive.

Height...

Average.

Voice...

Audible.

And he’s standing
right behind you.

- Dr. Price!

- Yes?
- Dr. Price,

you are under arrest
for the attempted murder

of Effie Newsome.

- I left the chocolates
and the note,

but I never poisoned them.

This is some sort
of terrible mistake.

- Why did you send them
to Miss Newsome?

- I sent harmless chocolates
to Miss Newsome.

I was merely expressing
my-my burgeoning

romantic feelings
for that tall, mouthy brainiac.

- It’s not very expressive
to leave an anonymous card.

- Well, I had some qualms
about signing my name.

She seems to dislike me.

I had hoped, after some
gallant gestures,

to eventually step forward
as her suitor.

- I think that you’re the one
who dislikes Miss Newsome.

You’re worried she’ll beat you
in this competition,

and that’s why you poisoned

the chocolates
with chloral hydrate.

Nonsense!

I’m not afraid
of a little competition.

Tell me, was she pleased
to receive the chocolates,

before the poison and such?

As a doctor, you also
had access to a syringe.

- Those can be acquired
at any apothecary.

As can the chloral hydrate.

You needn’t even
be a medical man.

I left them on her doorstep
before she arrived home

from the competition. They were
wrapped in purple paper.

Someone else must have
seen them and...

and done something to them.
- Purple paper?

- Yes. With a-a pink bow.

You know, the kind of
frippery women like.

- All right. Give it up already.

You’re having me on
about the glasses. You must be.

- I’m not having you on.
You’re very mistrustful.

- No, I know when
I’m being fooled!

- I’m not fooling you.
- What’s all the fuss?

- Constable Roberts refuses

to stop this childish prank
he’s been playing.

- What prank? Explain.

- Uh, well, Constable Higgins

bought some X-ray glasses
he found in the newspaper.

- And they don’t work, but he’s
been pretending that they do!

- Let me see.

- Astounding!

Is that a healed fracture
on your forearm, Roberts?

- It is. I broke it falling out
of a tree when I was seven.

- The chocolates were from
Dr. Price?

I knew he hated me.

- Oh, on the contrary, I believe
he’s quite fond of you.

- Oh, good Lord.

- Tell me, what did the wrapping

on this box of chocolates
look like?

- There was no wrapping paper.

- No purple paper?
- None.

- Oh, that supports
Dr. Price’s story

that someone must have tampered

with this box of chocolates
after the delivery.

- So he’ll be back
in the competition?

- I suppose so.

- Well, I look forward
to trouncing him.

- I hope you’re happy.
- You’ve kept my patients waiting.

I have people who depend on me
for their well-being.

I trust their feet
will make a full recovery.

- Good day, Detectives.

- I take it he isn’t
our culprit.

- It doesn’t look that way.
- Hm.

And he wasn’t
at the Miscellany Matchup.

- Shouldn’t we shut down
the competition?

- I believe we should continue.

It may lead us to a culprit.

- I agree. And, of course,

you still want
the opportunity to win.

- I’d like to stay close
to the suspects.

Hm. Either way,
it will be all hands on deck

for the competition tomorrow.

We’ve got to keep everyone safe.

- Well, I was thinking,

with everything that’s happened,

perhaps we should
call off the competition.

- Don’t be ridiculous.

We’ve decided to allow
the competition to continue,

albeit with police supervision.
I’ll keep you posted.

- Much appreciated, Detective.

- Two at the front,
two at the back.

- And now, with all five
Round Three bonus points

at stake, our competitors
must assemble a mystery item

at their workstations.
No instructions provided.

On my signal,
the contestants will remove

their drop cloths. And go!

Oh, Detective Murdoch looks
like he’s off to a quick start.

- He does indeed.

Care to raise
the stakes of our wager?

Say, double or nothing?
- Right. You’re on.

Although, Miss Newsome
does seem a tad perplexed,

wouldn’t you say, Inspector?

- Ah!

Mr. Fordham believes he’s done.

- Mr. Fordham has successfully
completed his battery circuit.

And Mr. Fordham
is the winner of this round.

- Uh, that’s impossible!

There is no way that anyone

knows circuits better
than William Murdoch.

That man must be cheating.

- Please! Some civility,
gentlemen.

- Nobody knows batteries
like Detective Murdoch.

- I sincerely doubt Fordham

subscribes
to Circuits Quarterly.

- Hm.
- I’ve seen it

on the Detective’s desk.

- Empty your pockets.

I suspect Mr. Fordham

has a cheat sheet or a diagram
of some sort secreted away.

- You’re a sore loser. But fine.

- Don’t do it, Fordham.

The police can’t be trusted.

Know your rights.
Don’t make it easy on them.

- I have nothing to hide.

Here we are.

Mm-hmm.

Uh... What is this?

Well, I’ve never
seen this before.

- A bottle of chloral hydrate
solution,

the same substance that was used

in the attempt
on Miss Newsome’s life.

Mr. Fordham,
you are under arrest.

- I don’t know anything
about any chocolate.

- How did this poison
get into your pocket?

- I take off my jacket
when I’m quizzing.

It was hanging off
the back of my chair.

- You’re saying it was planted.

Where were you
after yesterday’s round?

I don’t even know
where Miss Newsome lives.

I could hardly have dropped off
poisoned chocolates.

- After the first day
of competition,

you say you went home.

You could have snuck back in,

climbed the stairs,

and waited on the roof
for Professor Srinivasan.

- I could have. But I didn’t.

And why would I give myself
clam juice

at the miscellany game?
I nearly died!

As a cover
for the attacks to follow.

I think you would do
just about anything

to win the title
of Toronto’s Smartest Man.

- I think you’re getting

the two of us confused,
Detective.

I want to know
how you have been cheating!

- I didn’t.

May I have a word
with you in private, Detective?

Did you notice
he avoided telling us

where he was last night?

What is it, sir?

- Are you quite sure
that personal pride

isn’t playing a part
in this investigation?

- What do you mean?
- Is it vanity that’s making you

so certain Fordham cheated?

- Inspector, respectfully,

I believe I’m seeing
things clearly.

Fordham is cheating,

and that malfeasance
is somehow mixed in

with these violent attacks.

Something is going on here

and it isn’t simply the fact
that I’m not the one winning.

- Detective.
- Mr. Colwyn.

- What can we do for you?
- Well, I thought I’d better

drop by and mention something
about Mr. Fordham.

He was with me when
this business with the, uh,

poison happened.

- When was this?

- Yesterday evening, wasn’t it?

Right after the competition.

Mr. Fordham was helping me

review mathematical
calculations

for the cyclopedia.

He’s one of our experts,
you know,

so he couldn’t have
used the poison.

- Why did he not tell us this?

Well, I imagine
your onstage accusation

of him cheating with me

may have made him
a touch reticent.

- It’s time to release
Mr. Fordham, Detective.

- Still nothing?

- There must be something
wrong with my eyes.

Maybe I should
call the doctor.

What if he tells me that
I’m slowly going blind?

- Henry, hang up. I was joking.

- I shouldn’t call?
- I’ve been pretending.

The glasses don’t work.

- I knew it!
- Take a closer look.

There’s a feather inside

to create this sort of
blurry effect.

So I got a defective pair.

- The glasses themselves
are a hoax, Henry.

Sorry for playing along.

It’s fine.

I was playing along, too.

Have you been up
all night, Detective?

- Yes.

I found it extremely suspicious

that Calvin Colwyn
showed up here with an alibi

for Mr. Fordham.

The two of them
must be colluding.

- Hm. To cheat in the contest,

or are you talking about
the attacks?

- It can’t be a coincidence

that all of this cheating
and violent attacks

have been running through
this entire competition

from the beginning.

I’m convinced
that they are connected.

I just don’t know how yet.

- Right. And what’s all this?

- Oh. I’ve been trying
to figure out exactly

how Mr. Fordham
has been cheating.

Watts, do you recall
when we coached

Constable Crabtree
through that chess game

remotely so that he could win?

For a case.

- He had an earpiece

through which he received
instructions.

- Yes. That got me thinking.

What if Mr. Colwyn
has some high-level technology

hidden within his briefcase?

- Like what?
- I thought you’d never ask.

I’ve noticed that Mr. Fordham’s
workstation

is nearest
to where Mr. Colwyn

always sits,
always places his briefcase,

and never takes his hand
off of it.

- Yes?

- What if he’s been sending
Morse code messages...

through a device
hidden inside the briefcase

to Mr. Fordham,

via an electrical conduit

hidden beneath the stage floor?

- That’s an extremely
complex plan.

- Relying on precise placement
of all the elements involved

and a lightning-fast
understanding of Morse code.

- Yes, but we cannot forget
the level of intellect

that we are dealing with here.

We cannot underestimate
their cunning.

We must see through
their stratagems!

- These X-ray spectacles
are garbage.

I’ve got to get my money back.

- Well, that’s it! That’s it!

That’s it!

This is a portable version
of my X-ray machine.

It’s disguised as a camera.

I need you to take an image
of Colwyn’s briefcase.

The backplate
is already in place.

- Of course.

- Detective,

I wonder if it’s possible

there’s a less elaborate
cheating scheme at play here.

- I-I-I’m sure it’s not
technically impossible.

Ladies and gentlemen,
but a single question remains,

after which we will officially
announce Toronto’s Smartest Man.

- Ahem!

- Or person.

- The final challenge will be
a codebreaking puzzle

worth five bonus points.

Miss Ontario Wheat
will reveal the statement to be,

uh, worked out.

- Hm.

- So soon, Mr. Murdoch?

- It reads,

"The only true wisdom
is in knowing you know nothing."

Socrates.

It is a simple Caesar shift

cipher of seven places.

It’s fairly common
in my line of work.

That is, uh, that is correct.

- That means we have a winner.

And... with the most points
on the board,

Detective Murdoch
is Toronto’s Smartest Man.

- Oh, wait a moment.

I-I-I wasn’t here
for the first round.

I’m at a disadvantage
in the points count.

- Our decision is final.

Uh, tomorrow will be
the grand prize ceremony,

and Cyclopedia founder
and my esteemed father,

Tobias Colwyn,

will be arriving by train
from Windsor

to present the prize himself.

- Detective, Detective,
I feel as though

we should do some kind
of face-off

to determine who really
won this thing.

- All right. But right now,

I need to get
to the station house.

Well, we can continue
this conversation there.

- All right.

- So, why are you doing
all this?

You won, supposedly.
What are you expecting to find?

- Evidence of cheating,

specifically some type of
Morse code pulsation device.

This X-ray should clarify.

- You X-rayed the briefcase?
- I did.

Detective Murdoch disguised
the device as a camera.

- What’s inside?

- It’s empty.

- What about the prize money
Colwyn showed everyone?

- The bills were banded
with metal clips.

The money’s not in there,
either.

Maybe there is no
one-thousand-dollar prize.

What if Calvin Colwyn
is trying to avoid a payout.

- By attacking the contest
frontrunners? That’s mad.

But if it’s true,
Detective Murdoch could be next.

- I believe we need to pay
Calvin Colwyn a visit.

- Oh! Detective.
You startled me.

Mr. Colwyn, why are you
taking down your displays?

Oh. Well,
my-my father fell ill

and couldn’t make the train,

so we’ve decided to forego
the prize presentation,

but no worry.

You’ll still receive your prize
in installment payments.

- What about all the money
that was in the briefcase?

- Oh, that was just showmanship.

It’s all paid out to suppliers.

But y-your collected cyclopedia
is available today.

Do you offer delivery?

- Mr. Colwyn, I’m not surprised

that you called off
the ceremony.

I don’t think you want
to pay out that prize money.

Perhaps you can’t afford to.

- Nonsense.

The book fair and the contest
have been terrific publicity.

Even with one
of the contestants

losing their life?

- Well, I had nothing
to do with that.

And it’s a shame,
but sales are up.

I wish I could drag
this competition out forever.

Only a fool
would think differently.

- Mr. Colwyn.

- Pop, maybe we should
call off the contest?

- Nonsense.

Perhaps we should
call off the competition.

- Don’t be ridiculous.

Are you the fool
your father’s referring to?

- I don’t, uh...
- What-what do you mean?

You’ve been only too eager
to shut down this competition,

suggesting that your father
do so at every turn.

I was just concerned
about the competitors, about...

about their safety.

- I think you’re lying.

We need to have a discussion
about this

down at the station house.

- Leave my son alone.

He might be a little fool,
but he’s done nothing wrong.

- You be quiet.

I’m not a fool, you are!

There’s no money, Pop!
There’s no money,

there’s no thousand dollars.

If we had to pay that prize,

we would have gone under,
for sure.

I didn’t have a choice.
- Son.

- What have you done?

- No one could win that prize.

I was just trying
to make sure of it.

When I saw how quickly
Mr. Fordham

was filling out his entry exam

and I heard him complaining
about that clam juice,

well, it was easy enough for me
to splash some in his drink.

But he came back.

- Oh, Dean. Th-this is madness.

And I thought surely
Professor Srinivasan’s death,

that would be enough to stop
the event, but no!

No, some eager detective
was all too determined

- to let it continue.
- And after you dropped a brick

on Professor Srinivasan’s head,

you tried to poison
Miss Newsome?

What were you planning
to do to the Detective?

- I wasn’t going to kill him.

We were skipping out
without paying. That’s all.

You didn’t have
to do any of this.

- Well, you always tell me
to pay attention.

To pull my weight!
That’s what I was doing!

I was pulling my weight.

I was trying to save
your company.

We were going under, Pop!

You’re just too blind
to see that!

- I wasn’t!

I knew we were in trouble.

If you knew you couldn’t
afford to pay the prize money,

why put it up
in the first place?

- Because I’d already arranged
a winner.

A man content with glory
even if he cheated to get it.

- Fordham.

- I gave him the answers,

and a smaller payout
for helping me fix the contest.

I-- With the extra publicity,

I knew the Cyclopedia
would bounce back.

Why couldn’t
you stay out of this?

- I was just trying to help.

- But Fordham didn’t win.

- So not only did your son fail,

you did, as well.

I wouldn’t have, if you
hadn’t entered the contest.

- You’re under arrest for fraud.

And your son for murder.

- Thank you.

So, in the end, sir,
I got my money back

for the X-ray glasses.
- Good for you.

Used it to buy
mind-reading goggles.

- Higgins, you’re as daft
as a bloody brush, lad.

- I knew you’d say something
like that, sir.

Maybe I don’t need them
after all, huh?

- So, Albert,

why didn’t Mr. Fordham
win it all

if he had the answers
in advance?

Well, he told Murdoch
that he threw at least one round

to avoid suspicion.

He also said that the injury
to his wrist

didn’t help him, either.

- Oh! Speak of the devil.
- Oh!

- Murdoch. You’re here.
- What have you got there?

- I’ve created a device
to aid with gameplay.

I call it the Answer Alert.

Brilliant!

But, uh,

Miscellany Matchup
isn’t tonight.

- I know.

Miss Newsome...

I believe women
are the intellectual equals

to most men.

Not all.

- Is that a challenge?

- Do we still have a bet,
Albert?

- We do, indeed.

- Are we ready to begin?

Not too late
to back out, Detective.

- That’s very kind of you.

- Our first question:

In the George Crabtree novel,

A Man Alone,

who did Mr. Crabtree

consider to be his
biggest influence?

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