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Eliza, you are an excellent detective, and I need your help.

Go on.

You're going to be damned, Ross.

I think it was murder.

You know this woman?

I can explain.

I always find actions to be better than words.

Eliza, what has changed? Everything!

This is a new dawn indeed.

Come on, Jack.

Down it.

Down it, Jack.

Down it. Down it. Down it.

I can explain.

Which part?

Drugging a dozen men or stealing a priceless artifact?

It was eight men, and I didn't steal anything. I returned it to the British

Museum for a fee, I admit, but as soon as I'd done so, I immediately informed

Scotland Yard to no harm done.

You could have killed one, if not all of them.

A little order never hurt anyone, Inspector Blake.

Perhaps we should continue this conversation inside.

Perhaps I could have forewarned you of my plan.

I'm sorry.

Do you forgive me?

No. Not remotely.

We need to leave.

What about the dog?

We need to be careful.

You can't simply kiss me in the middle of my hallway, Alexander.

You didn't seem to mind.

I just want to stay in this bubble forever.

No one else knowing or interfering.

Things are perfect as they are.

Mostly, yes.

What do you mean, mostly?

Eliza, I have offered you three cases in the past fortnight, all of which you've

turned down.

I've been extremely busy.

How does Clarence feel about you turning down work?

He feels the pain every bit as much as I do.

You didn't tell him, did you?

The truth is, I'm worried what it would be like working together now.

As do I.

But there's only one way to find out.

That's why I've never been in this situation before.

I don't want anything to ruin it.

Hey, nice to see you again.

Miss Potts.

I see more of you here than I do at work.

What do you want for dinner?

Anything's fine.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

You're usually fussy about what you have for dinner.

I should be getting back.

Yeah. Thank you for coming, Inspector Blake.

I'll be sure to speak to the accounts department about my invoice.

Be sure that you do, Miss Connard.

I'll see you after, Inspector Blake.

Inspector Blake.

Inspector Blake.

I know that girl inside out.

And I've never seen her so happy.

And I've a sneaky inkling as to why.

Don't go asking me to share my inklings with you, Barnabas. We both know what

you're like with secrets.

Barnabas, you've hardly touched your bacon.

I cannot deny I'm in a little trouble, my dear.

Why? What's happened?

As you know, I like to keep all the mortuaries under my charge, spick and

However, recently, chaos has begun to sweep through the cracks.

Cracks caused...

sorry to say, by our chief colonel.

Mr Wormsley.

He's become a shadow of his former self.

He now arrives at work late, he leaves early, his administration has become

woeful indeed, and the more than one occasion I have noticed the potent aroma

whisky about him.

Oh, you must speak to him.

It's not fair to lay extra work at your door.

It's a strict chain of command one must respect, my beloved.

If everyone went around saying all that was on their minds, there would be...

Panicky?

Precisely.

Then all I can offer is a kiss.

Might that soothe your thoroughbrow?

Yes. Yes, my dear, yes. That may alleviate some of my discomfort.

All right.

See you later.

Excuse me, I can't seem to find the clerical office.

I think it's at the end of the corridor.

You think?

I've only been here once before. It's my first day.

Really? Mine too.

End of the corridor, you say?

On the right, I think.

I'll give it a try. Thank you.

Oh, good luck.

You too.

Well, when is Mr Wormsley due in?

Very well, please let them know that we're still waiting on the post -mortem

from yesterday.

Come.

Detective Willow, supportive producer, sir.

Yes, I'm well aware who you are, Detective Willow.

Please.

You, er, seem to have something on your lapel.

I do apologise, sir.

Teeth and baby at home.

I didn't realise you were married.

It's complicated, sir.

So, given this is your first day, normally I'd give you time to find your

but I'm afraid we're still a couple of men short.

I think you met Detective Fitzroy when he came in for your interview. Yes, sir.

Well, he's now left to take the role of senior detective in the Birmingham

force, and Detective Phelps is... Is it the City of London Police, sir?

Yeah, I have some mates there.

What are they saying about him?

He's doing very well, sir.

You can speak freely.

He's a bit of a character, is what I hear, sir.

Indeed he is.

So, are you ready to get to work?

Yes, sir. Very much so.

And thank you again for giving me the job.

I won't let you down.

Glad to hear it.

Two dead bodies for our immediate attention. One in a townhouse in

other in a cold, drafty alleyway in Kilburn.

If you want to make a good impression on your first date, I would take.

The draft's early on in Kilburn, sir.

Maybe you and I are going to get along just fine.

It's not that business has dried up completely, but things have been rather

quiet, particularly from Scotland Yard.

Yeah, things will pick up, Clarence. They always do.

Well, yes, but we haven't had a single case from Scotland Yard for some time

now. Well, it had been unseasonably cold, which, as you know, does have an

effect on the crime levels.

Usually in such lean times, you'd be accused in Scotland Yard of employing an

alternative agency.

Usually. You'd be on your feet and out the door to talk to the inspector.

Usually. Please stop saying usually.

Different about you and Inspector Blake, isn't it?

I have no idea what you mean.

Oh, I think you do.

You have offended him in some way, and he's refusing to employ you.

Your powers of deduction still need honing, Clarence.

I can assure you Inspector Blake and I are on the best of terms, professionally

speaking.

Now, can you please drop that odd -looking frown? It's very disconcerting.

She hasn't put a word to it.

I'm Inspector Blake from Scotland Yard.

I believe it was you who found the body.

Can you tell me your name?

Take her back to the yard.

Get her a cup of tea.

Yes, sir.

Come on, love.

No evidence of a robbery.

No sign of a struggle.

Potassium bromide.

Victim's well -dressed.

No obvious signs of attack.

Doesn't look like a theft. She's still got her purse.

Two bottles of potassium bromide.

Two dead women.

Coincidence, sir?

Tell me about your lady.

Her name was Elizabeth Roper.

Passerby said that she was having some sort of fit before she died.

Convulsions and such.

I've asked the uniform to do house -to -house inquiries.

I also have a potential witness.

The young woman, she seems traumatised by whatever she saw. Hasn't said a word,

not even her name.

When I was at Bow Street, if we had a female witness who was in shock, we used

to ask one of the secretaries to sit with her for a bit.

Do you have any ladies you could ask?

An urgent request from Scotland Yard. That's welcome news indeed.

Shall I get you a can?

Not yet. I'm thinking.

May I point out that you've been reading the same telegram for almost ten

minutes now?

What if another case comes in? Something bigger, more lucrative?

I don't understand.

Well, it's a fairly simple concept.

I don't understand because that's literally never bothered you before. Am

missing something?

Fine. I'll go.

Miss Scarlett?

Inspector Blake.

Where is she?

Would you like a cup of tea?

Coffee?

I know where they keep the whiskey, if that helps.

There's no rush.

Take your time.

As I said, my name's Miss Scarlet. You can call me Eliza.

And you are?

My name's Sarah Mason.

She arrived at the house of the deceased Miss Quayle at 25 past eight this

morning. The door was ajar, and when no one answered, she ended up finding Miss

Quayle collapsed on the floor.

What was her reason for going to Miss Quayle's home?

Miss Mason is a secretary to a doctor on Harley Street.

Isambard Cole.

He was treating the deceased for a form of neuroses.

He sent Miss Mason to check on her when she failed to attend an appointment last

evening.

That is most comprehensive.

Thank you, Miss Scarlett.

I believe she's now ready to make a full statement.

I'll send my invoice to the accounts fund.

You're leaving?

You asked me to speak to your witness, and I have.

I'm sure you can take it from here.

No persuasion or manipulation to get me to hire you on the rest of the case?

This is a new dawn indeed, and one I am ill -prepared for.

I'm trying to make the best of a difficult situation, Alexander.

Believe me, it's not easy turning down work.

Eliza.

I don't want people to know about us either.

Not yet, anyway.

And the fact is, you are an excellent detective, and I need your help.

Are you trying to charm me?

Yes.

Is it working?

Come.

Detective Willow, this is Miss Scarlet.

Hello, she is, sir.

It's nice to meet you, Miss Scarlet. And you.

I saw you in court once. You were giving evidence at the Jacobson trial.

You kept interrupting the judge and...

You got fined.

Twice.

Only twice.

You have some information on your poisoning? I do, sir.

The deceased, Mrs Roper, she was under the care of a doctor at Harley Street.

He specialises in treating melancholia.

The doctor isn't bad coal, by any chance?

The very same.

So both women were prescribed potassium bromide by the same doctor?

Yeah, it would seem that way.

We need to speak to this doctor and contact the pharmacy that supplies them

the drug.

There's also the post -mortem of the two women that need to be expedited.

Thank you, Miss Scarlett. I'm quite aware what the next step should be.

Do what she said.

Yes, sir.

Well, as you said, I can take it from here, so thank you again for coming in.

You do want to help with the investigation?

So,

we'll say that I'm here because I interviewed the secretary and...

I've worked for Scotland Yard for many years, even before you arrived, in fact,

so be sure to mention that.

You all right?

Yes, I'm fine.

It's just our first professional engagement.

Well, you know, I just want everything to go smoothly.

As do I.

Off to you. No, Alexander, when we're working together, it's best that you

me as you would one of your men.

You can be polite in our private time.

Perhaps you could write a list of what I'm meant to do and when.

Two of my patients found dead.

Mrs Roper collapsed in the street and Miss Quayle was found at home by your

secretary. By Miss Mason?

The poor creature suffers from a nervous disposition. She will be most

traumatised. Well, yes, that's why I interviewed her.

Because as a woman, Inspector Blake thought it might help.

Since Miss Mason is also a woman.

Lady Detective.

How curious.

Do you often work together?

I have a long -standing relationship, working relationship with Scotland Yard,

not just Inspector Blake, so... Well, that's why I'm here.

Both of the deceased were found with the same medication, potassium bromide.

Was it you who prescribed that?

To control the melancholia from which they both suffered.

They were also undergoing a course of electrotherapy. I used the updated

adaptation of the pulver markers technique.

Oh.

Yes, I've read about this.

Patients are given electrical currents that pass through the body to the brain.

It's there to calm the mind of agitation.

I told you about this.

At your office.

At Scotland Yard.

Yes, Miss Connett.

Thank you for reminding me.

particularly of the location of said conversation.

Elizabeth Roper was seen to have some kind of convulsion before she died.

this be linked to the treatment?

Mild convulsions only occur whilst the electric current is being administered.

As for the potassium bromide, it is possible, I suppose, but it would be an

extreme and unusual side effect.

Could someone have tampered with the medication?

Unlikely. I receive it sealed from the pharmaceutical supplier. I then

administer the dosage myself.

We will need a list of all other patients prescribed with potassium

Yes, of course.

It may not be a factor, but until we see the post -mortem, we cannot be sure.

Yes. You mentioned that your secretary, Miss Mason, suffers from a nervous

condition.

Is she also on this medication?

Yes, she is.

I'll add her to the list.

I think, Miss Mason, you and your men tracked down the other piece.

What? You were so intent on keeping our relationship secret that you're in

danger of broadcasting the very thing you're trying to conceal.

Yes, perhaps I am being a little overly cautious.

My nerves were a little freed in there.

Really? I had no idea.

I'll go and visit Miss Mason.

Would you like a lift?

No, no, no.

The less we see together, the better.

Good day, Inspector Flake.

Hold the door, please.

Good day, Mr. Potter.

Ah, Detective Willow.

Unaccustomed to seeing you within these hallowed walls?

Transferred from Bow Street. It's my first day today.

Best of British to you.

Actually, I was just coming to see you.

We need the postmortems for the two women brought in this morning.

I'll send word as soon as the examinations are completed.

But I must warn you, we are running very much behind today.

That's why I'm here.

Have you been chance to see Mr. Wormsley?

Afraid not.

I'd hide a hair of him.

If you do happen upon him, please impress that he is needed at the

precipitously. And do use that word.

I'll do my best, Mr. Potts. Thank you.

Hello again.

Did you find it, the clerical office?

I did. You're a lifesaver. Thanks so much.

Had your first day?

So far, so good.

Glad to hear it.

I didn't get your name.

Willows. Detective Willows. George Willows.

It's a lot of names.

I'm just Isabel.

Well, Isabel Summers.

Nice to meet you, Detective George Willow.

Miss Mason?

Who are you?

Do you know that man?

I believe so.

I don't know his name, but he's a patient of Dr.

Cole's.

I remember seeing him a couple of weeks back.

He came to see Dr. Cole.

What did he want with me?

Well, we can't be certain, but there's a chance that the two women who died had

their medication poisoned.

Two women?

Another of Dr. Cole's patients has died, as well as Miss Quayle.

Yes, and Mrs. Elizabeth Roper.

And you think the medication may have killed them?

Well, we're still waiting on the post -mortem report.

I think you should stop taking your tablet until we know more.

May I ask why you're taking the medication?

Life has been a struggle for me.

I grew up in an orphanage and then the workhouse.

And when I came of age, I left to work in a laundry.

Which is where Dr. Cole took pity on me.

He took me in.

First as a housemaid.

And then he trained me as his secretary.

He taught me to read and write.

A father couldn't have done more.

You're having electrotherapy.

It... It helps me tremendously.

Dr. Cole administers it.

He'll know the name of the man you found here.

Sounds like the man you described is Zebediah Sawyer.

He's a long -standing patient of mine.

Poor creature plagued by demonic voices telling him to cause people harm.

When was the last time you saw him?

Last week, he turned up at my door in an agitated state.

We'd started a course of electrotherapy a few days earlier and he was adamant it

had made him worse.

I offered to help him, but he wouldn't listen. He was in a blind rage.

Enough to wish harmony?

An act of revenge, perhaps?

Zebediah developed his condition in his early 20s, but before that he was a

functioning member of society.

He had several different jobs, including...

Being a clerk at a pharmacist's store.

Could he have the skill to temper with the medication you prescribed?

The bottles you found on the dead women, could I see them?

Both bottles are wrongly labelled.

According to Dr Cole, one tablet of potassium bromide is the standard daily

dose. These labels say five tablets, a potentially lethal amount.

Luckily, these are the only bottles affected.

The other patients all had the correct dose.

Is this it? But I thought I'd hampered with the labels.

Perhaps there's revenge on the doctor who failed to cure him.

It seems so.

Any news on the post -mortems?

Still waiting, sir.

What the hell's going on in the city mortuary?

I saw Mr Potts earlier. He was looking for Mr Wormsley.

Grace, get yourself down to the city mortuary. Find out what's going on over

there. Yes, sir.

Do we have an address for Zebediah Sawyer?

There are at least 12 known addresses. The man moved around a lot.

It would save time if we took a few each.

No, you will remain here.

What, why?

Miss Scullet, the man we are hunting is extremely dangerous.

Then I will be careful, as we all will.

I have many resources for such scenarios.

I will take some hired muscle with me.

Did you bring me to the ninth place?

I have a warden for mine, Clarence. I need two more to go.

What's the next address?

It's just a few doors down.

This is ever dire, so I clearly like this neighborhood.

I'm curious, why did you bring me along here?

Thomas inspected late that I wouldn't go alone.

Yes, but that's my point. You've lied to the inspector many times before.

It's a habit that I wish to break.

Why? What's changed?

Nothing's changed. I just want to tell him to break the truth, that's all.

The premises moved to Belmont Street.

What? So, you told the inspector that I'm your hired muscle? No, of course

Well, then that's hardly coming in the truth, is it?

Can we please just concentrate on the matter in hand?

Will you stay here?

Visit the public houses and the streets around, see what we can find out.

Apparently, a man's a heavy drinker.

I'll go to this Belmont Street boarding house, see if there's been any sign of

him.

You're sending me to the roughest pubs this side of the city to look for a

drinker who hears demonic voices telling him to kill people?

I'll meet you back at the office first thing. If you don't show up, I'll send

out a search party. How does that sound?

On to the factory.

Mrs Potts.

You found her?

I present to give you this.

We need to put out an appeal for information on a man named Zebediah

This needs typing up and circulating.

Consider it done, and you are. Good evening, Detective Willow. Miss Summers.

How are you settling in?

Yeah, there's lots to learn, but I think I'm getting there. You're doing very

well indeed.

Was there anything else, Detective Willow?

No, that's all.

Where have you been all day?

I had to go ahead and find an interning coroner in your stead.

Not now, Bob.

Yes, now, Mr. Wormsley, if you please.

Sorry, sir, but I can hold my tongue no longer.

Things need to be said before the good reputation of this mortuary is forever

tarnished.

Get up and stay out!

Thank you for your time.

If there's any sighting at all of Mr. Sawyer, then please contact the police

immediately. He's extremely dangerous.

I have a revolver, and I'm not afraid to use it.

I'd really rather you didn't.

Alexander!

Miss Scarlet!

I made myself

look an idiot.

You're overreacting.

Do you have any idea how hard it's been for me to build my reputation only to

act like some damsel in distress?

I haven't even called you Alexander.

Detective Willis won't care.

He'll put it down to you being scared witless, which, by the way, is allowed,

since you are a mere mortal like the rest of us.

I'm tying myself in knots, thinking, what did I say? What did I do?

How would I behave if I were a normal detective?

And exactly were you normal?

I'm more concerned that you put yourself at risk.

It was only luck that I was there. Belmont Lodging House was on my list.

You said you wouldn't go alone.

I wasn't alone.

Clarence was with me for most of the time.

Clarence was your hired muscle.

Years of carrying ledgers have not gone to waste. Stronger than he looks.

Now I feel guilty about lying to you. You see, this is impossible. We cannot

work together.

Eliza, you're overreacting.

What if the lad just came by with a message for you, Inspector?

Thank you, Mrs Willis.

I have to go.

I've made a decision.

I will no longer work on the case.

Don't be ridiculous.

I want our... courtship romance, whatever you want to call it, to have a

fighting chance.

This is the best way.

Well, for what it's worth, I think you're wrong.

No one knows about us, Liza.

But you must do what's right for you.

Have I not been like a mother to that girl?

Have I not been the one to pick her up when she grazed her knee?

I dried her eyes when Arabella Herbert called her the cruelest of names.

Or defended her to her father when she was expelled from college.

Again. Yet she tells me nothing.

Nothing.

How was your day?

Oh, I was depressed.

Mr Wormsley finally arrived at work at five o 'clock this evening. Five o

'clock! Well, I could take no more, so I gave him a piece of my mind.

Oh, Barnabas, I am sorry.

He would not even allow me to collect my things.

Threw me out like a vagrant. Ruined my hat.

And do you know what else he called me?

A vexatious baboon.

Well, you wait and see what I call him if I ever sit eyes on that man.

For 30 years, I have given to the city mortuary.

And now, for the first time in my life, I'm... I'm unemployed.

Oh.

Why don't you get out of these workloads and I'll make you a nice dinner?

Then we should talk things through over a glass of cherry by the fire.

Good evening.

Good evening.

What did it were?

What's wrong with Barnabas?

He's been sacked.

Sacked? That's what I said.

What's wrong with you?

Is there anything you'd like to tell me?

Like what?

Dinner will be in an hour.

Oh, well.

Good evening, sir.

Detective Willows?

What have you got?

It was called out about an hour ago.

There was a gunshot wound to the head.

And do we know who he is?

I think this is our man, sir. He certainly fits the description.

Oh, sepulchre.

What did you do?

You can confirm that this is your patient, Zebediah Sawyer?

It is.

Is it possible that he could have taken his own life?

The gunshot seems to have been at close range.

On more than one occasion, he expressed suicidal thoughts.

That's why we started the course of electrotherapy.

But his drinking...

It exacerbated his symptoms.

I tried to persuade him to stop, but he had a chaotic mind.

It's late.

I'll come by in the morning to take a full statement.

Get some rest, Doctor.

I did everything I could to help him, but over the years I've come to realise

that...

But some people are beyond help.

Not like you to forget your key, Clare.

It's not like me to be suffering from alcohol poisoning.

As requested, I visited all the public houses of the Seven Dials last night

particularly grotty establishment called the Plague Pit.

I ran into a spot of bother with some of the locals. I honestly think I would

have been safer in an actual plague pit.

I had to buy five rounds of roughest whiskey for the whole pub.

That is the only reason I am still alive.

Well, thank you for your effort.

The Scotland Yard are no longer in need of our services.

What? Why not?

Well... Because I just received a telegram from Inspector Blake.

A body was found on the riverbank last night and identified as Severed Eye

Sawyer.

Really?

Clarence, will you please stop questioning me every time I mention

or Inspector Blake?

All I was going to say is that according to my new friend at the plague pit, Mr

Sawyer is very much alive.

What? Yes.

He's awaiting sentencing in Manchester County Prison.

Barnabas, I heard about your different account.

I'm sorry.

I've been instructed to come by to pick up my personal effects.

Do you happen to know if Mr. Wormsley's in attendance?

Well, no one appears to be here. The door was left open.

I fear Mr. Wormsley's gone out and left the door on the ledge.

Not for the first time.

I'm pleased that you're here because I need your assistance.

I'd like to look at the photograph of two recent postmortems.

The dead women brought in yesterday.

I'm afraid that as a former employee, I'm no longer permitted access to the

premises.

Well, I won't tell if you don't.

That would be a severe breach of protocol.

We simply cannot. No, of course not.

Well,

I am here on official police business.

So, perhaps if you assist me, then I can grant you permission.

And you do need to flake your things, do you not?

Very well.

Miss Scarlet, would you be so kind just to grant me permission to enter the city

mortuary?

Permission granted, Mr. Potts.

Now then, I need your brain.

Thank you.

Dr.

Cole?

Miss Mason.

Sarah.

Please, put the gun down.

Whatever's happened, we can talk it through.

Talk to him.

Not me.

He's the liar.

He's the one that's lied again and again and again.

Put the weapon down, Miss Mason.

It's my daughter.

Her mother was an inmate at an asylum where I was a residing physician.

She's so beautiful.

So fragile.

We fell in love.

I knew it was wrong.

Which is why I left my position and I never saw her again.

I had no idea she was with childbirth.

Or that she died in childbirth.

I only found out years later through some research I was carrying out at the

Bullitt's workhouse.

There I found a file on Sarah.

By that time she'd left, but...

I was determined to find her.

I was working in a laundry.

It was a miserable existence.

One day, Dr. Cole came to do a study on the health of the girls that worked

there.

He seemed to feel sorry for me in particular and took me in.

He never told me who he really was.

The man lying in the mortuary Isn't your patient Zebediah Sawyer, is he?

Unlike the two women, he doesn't have the marks on his wrist from the

electrotherapy you said you'd given him.

His name is Franklin Sloan.

He's a private detective who helped me track Sire down.

Two weeks ago, he showed up at my door drunk.

He had gambling debts and tried to blackmail me.

I refused to pay him.

But when I found out he visited Sarah, I knew he would reveal to

her who I really was.

Which is when you had the idea to blame him for the deaths of the two women.

You gave him the identity of a past patient you knew was locked up in

prison.

So if Sloane didn't poison them, who did?

It was me.

I made a mistake.

got confused by the different medicine dosages and mixed up the information on

the labels.

All of this is my fault.

I am the one to blame, not Sarah.

The poor child had not long learned to read and write.

I pushed her.

Too hard.

Gave her too much responsibility.

He's just so proud of her.

So you blamed Sloane to protect your daughter.

Then you killed him.

Not before he told Miss Mason the truth.

This morning, I woke up to find an envelope had been flipped under my door

the night.

And it was a file where I learned that...

Dr. Cole was my father.

I was so angry and confused.

In a rage, she picked up my revolver. She didn't mean to hurt me. The same

revolver used to put a bullet in Sloane's head.

So what happens now?

Well, given the Burke himself, if Miss Mason puts in a guilty plea, I'm fairly

sure she'll live with a prison sentence.

Dr. Cole, on the other hand.

Do you still have that whiskey in your office?

Are you suggesting being seen entering my office?

Together?

Very funny.

Good night, Ted Capullo.

Miss Thomas, good night to you.

Was there anything else you wanted to say to me?

Or ask me?

No, I don't think so.

Shame.

Because I'm free this evening.

I'm afraid I'm not. I have to pick up the baby from the minders.

Oh, I didn't realise.

She's not mine.

She's my sister. She lives with me.

It's a long story.

Well, goodnight, Detective Miller.

But, um...

Free tomorrow night.

I'm glad you changed your mind about working the caves.

The outcome could have been very different.

You would have worked it out.

Probably, yes.

Eliza.

You don't need to say it.

You didn't know what I was going to say.

You're going to say that me believing I could keep us in some sort of bubbles,

not only childish but unrealistic.

I was going to say, as an ex -military man, structure and control run through

my veins.

But over the years I've learned that trying to control too much of your life

futile.

And when you stop trying to do so,

That's where the real freedom lies.

Oh, and there's one more thing.

Goodness, I don't know how much more wisdom I can take.

The burden of this situation might be eased if you were to confide in someone.

Father, are you cooking dinner?

Indeed I am, my beloved. Now, sit down, put your feet up, and I'll go and fetch

you a nice glass of sherry.

What's the point of all this, Don?

I've decided there's no point in moping about.

So, until I receive a full and satisfactory apology from Mr Wormsley, I

in charge of household duties.

I'm rather looking forward to giving this kitchen a spring clean, perhaps

little rearranging.

Oh, so, the stew.

Gently simmering.

So, before I add my dumplings, just enough time to fetch that sherry bottle,

Jules. Oh,

excuse me, mate.

Nice to see him so contented again.

Ivy, there's something that I need to tell you about myself and Inspector

I'm listening.

Well, he's coming to dinner, so we need to set an extra place.

And?

And?

We are currently enjoying a quiet, very private courtship.

Goodness me, I had no idea.

You're a terrible liar.

And you shouldn't have kept it from me. And you shouldn't be listening at doors.

You and Inspector Blake.

That is music to my ears.

But please keep it to yourself for now. We're still working out our arrangement.

My lips are sealed.

Oh, shitty.

Barnabas, Inspector Blake is joining us for dinner. I invited him.

The more the merrier.

We can enjoy a nice long game of gin and rummy after dinner. The four of us, all

evening, putting the world to rights. Oh, won't that be marvellous?

Marvellous? Oh.

What

is

a typical foresight?

Brace yourself. You're about to discover.

Something rather exciting.

What more does one need?

House blended.

And it will be all that you've dreamed of.

And more.

When was the body discovered?

Two hours ago by a passerby. Crime scene is more challenging than usual.

Crime scene?

What happened to our agreement not to discuss work during our private time? Do

you think it's all right for a cop to be romantically involved with a lady he

works with? We do have something to say, Detective, but it doesn't say it.

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