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

you, Inspector Blake and I are on the best of terms.

Thank you again for giving me the job. Why let you down? Glad to hear it.

30 years I have given to the city mortuary and now I'm unemployed.

You and Inspector Blake? I had no idea.

You're a terrible liar.

Do you have dinner plans this week?

No, nothing as yet.

I was thinking there's a nice little beef drove south of the river.

We could go there for dinner one night.

I'd like that.

We can discuss the Lewis case.

Or perhaps we could talk about it now.

Ah, no.

What does that mean?

I've given that investigation to Culpeper's.

What?

Why? Eliza. It doesn't matter.

I shouldn't have said anything.

It's your prerogative to hire whoever you wish.

Would you like me to explain?

No.

Yes.

I have to use other agencies as well as yours, otherwise I will be accused of

favouritism. It's not favouritism.

It's pragmatism. I would have solved that case in a heartbeat.

There's also the matter of...

Let's not discuss work in our personal time.

The matter of what?

Your expenses have been quite excessive on the last few cases.

They were big investigations. I needed lots of resources.

I'm just reminding you the budgets are tighter than ever.

It's something to be aware of in the future.

Perhaps you're right.

We should not discuss work.

Let's talk of something else.

Heidi, Mr Potts will be back soon.

Sneaking out the back door in the dead of night.

You're 15 again.

Are you brooding?

No. You sure?

I'm perfectly fine.

See you tomorrow night?

You will.

God bless.

God bless.

I'll get it. Careful.

Oh.

Still nothing from Mr Wormsley?

I thought you'd come to his senses by now. I'd apologised.

He's a stubborn man, a bit like someone else I know.

Oh, you'll apologise soon enough.

Then I will be back at work before you can say you could ever expel him.

That's a post -mortem condition. Perhaps tell me later. I don't want to be late

for work.

I'll detain you not a moment longer, my dear.

Oh.

I am sorry, Barnaby. You know how I'd love to hear all about your medical

knowledge? What do I always say?

But should I ever write my memoirs, you would be the first to read them.

Exactly.

Right,

the drawing room won't sprinkle in itself.

There's nothing wrong with the drawing room. I'll be the judge of that.

Sir, do you have a moment?

Only if you're quick.

I've been given rather irksome orders from the superintendent.

Still, we live to serve and all that.

As I'm new here, I just wanted to check something, but it's a bit awkward, I

don't really know how to put it.

Concisely, I'm the train to catch.

Do you think it's all right for a copper to be romantically involved with a lady

he works with?

Why do you ask?

If you have something to say, Detective Willis, then say it.

I've been out for dinner with a lady from the clerical office.

Twice, actually.

Miss Isabel Summers.

I'd like to take her out a third time, but I want to check with you first.

I'm not her father, Detective Willis. What you do in your free time is your

business.

Thank you, sir.

Right, I'm off to Hertfordshire, where apparently the local police need my

According to our...

esteemed superintendent anyway.

We really must stop him reading the newspapers.

Newspapers, sir.

Wonderful news, is it not?

It's a dirt clown.

My thoughts are with the victims.

As are mine.

I also had other thoughts about how it could be monetized.

Tobago Spring, as you know, the most famous racehorse in the land. But are

aware of the scandal involving his owners?

Enlighten me.

The horse's owners, Lord and Lady Roberts, have recently been granted a

There were accusations of infidelity on both sides. And things became

increasingly bitter during the court case. They fought over everything.

Property, money, heirlooms.

Didn't she insist on keeping her title?

Oh, you do read the gossip pages.

Only the headlines.

Well, all the other matters were resolved. But the sticking point was

prize -winning racehorse, Trafalgar Spring.

Both sides wished to keep him.

Precisely. And Lady Roberts managed to prove that she had bought him as a foal

with her own money and the court found in her favour.

The horse was being kept at Lord Roberts' stables. So the judge ordered

give the animal back to his former wife. But before he could do so...

Intriguing. Intriguing and potentially rewarding,

she's offered £100 for his safe return.

We must make an appointment with her immediately.

I've already done so.

She's an acquaintance of Mr Nash from his horse racing days. We met her on

several occasions.

I'm not very clever.

But we must proceed with caution. Lady Roberts blames her husband for the

horse's theft. A town man who's as well -connected as they come.

I take it you know who his cousin is?

As I was telling the police commissioner, I've been breeding horses

years. And Trafalgar Spring was the cream of the crop.

He practically glides across the turn. Have you seen him race?

I haven't, sir, no.

What kind of policeman are you? Thought you lot were always at the chat.

You were telling me about the night of the theft.

He was locked up in his usual stall.

Chain and padlock.

There was a hell of a storm that night and...

Evans, my groundskeeper, didn't arrive until first light, which is when he

the chain was cut, the door was open, and Trafalgar Spring

was gone.

Of course, I fired him on the spot.

No doubt in my mind that the man was in cahoots with her.

Her? My former wife.

Clearly she paid him to take the horse.

Now she has it hidden somewhere, I'm sure.

I understood Lady Roberts was awarded the animal as part of the divorce

settlement.

Why would she steal her own property?

I'm appealing against that decision, and my lawyers have assured me that I have

every chance of winning, and she knows it.

She paid off my groundskeeper, you can be sure, either

with money or...

Other favours.

I want the woman arrested.

The local police have already spoken to Lady Roberts and taken statements from

all your ground staff, including Mr Evans, your groundskeeper.

I'm only here to oversee things, not get directly involved. I am cousin to Her

Majesty the Queen and godfather to the Prime Minister's son.

Do I really have to explain to you the ways in which I can make your life

difficult?

Now do as you're told and find my bloody horse.

We appreciate you seeing us at such short notice, Lady Roberts.

Nash and son.

That was who you say you worked for? Yes, Mr.

Patrick Nash. You met him several times at the Grand National, along with

myself.

Mr. Nash was something of a rogue, as I recall.

Isn't he in prison now?

He's served his time and since been released.

Good news for his sons, I suppose.

Not that he has any.

Perhaps you could tell us a little more about Trafalgar Springs?

I've followed his progress over the years. He's quite something. Indeed he

I bought him as a colt with money my father gave me before I was married.

Trafalgar Spring far outshone any of the horses being trained by my former

husband, much to his annoyance.

He truly is a magnificent creature.

Yes, he won two classics in his first season, is that right? The Derby and the

St. Ledger?

What can you offer that Culpeper's or Malone's or any of the other firms who

have come calling cannot?

Well, um... Lord Roberts is, to say the least, a very influential man.

No doubt he'll use that influence against you. As a woman, I know... I

give a damn about your struggles as a woman.

What can you offer that the others cannot?

Lady Roberts, um...

Your husband is appealing against the terms of the divorce.

Should he succeed, he will reclaim everything that you have been awarded,

just the horse, but the houses and the money. There are, however, ways that one

can hide one's assets, which perhaps I could show you.

Patrick Nash was a crook, but a wealthy one.

You find my horse.

And you hide my money.

We look forward to working with you, Lady Roberts.

Your tea, madam.

If I had wanted tea, I would have rung the bell!

Get out!

Find out everything you can about that divorce, Ethelminder.

It's your job to keep her happy.

Well, happy might be a bit of a stretch, but I'll try my best.

Let's see if I can find out if anyone had a grudge against either of them.

Miss Scarlett?

Inspector Blake?

I need to ask what you're doing here, but I assume it's about a missing

racehorse?

You wish to require Lady Roberts as a client?

You assume correctly, and I can happily report that we were successful.

Beating who was it, Clarence?

Malone's and Culpeper's business contract.

Well, as I always say, they are no match for you.

I always find actions speak louder than words.

Good day, Inspector Blake.

Mr. Cullens.

Mr. Pettigrew.

Have you fallen out with the Inspector?

Not at all.

You seem rather efficient, and to the point.

Mr. Pettigrew is a client of mine, and that's how I am with clients.

No, you're not.

Well, I shall be from now on.

Barnabas?

Ah!

Good evening, my child.

Well, what do you think?

About what?

I've given the room a deep clean.

I'm sure you'll agree it's transformed, particularly with the chair in a

slightly different position.

You spent all day cleaning?

Well, I did drop by the post office to see if there was a problem with the

I thought that might be why I had not received a letter from Mr Wormsley.

And is there a problem?

There is not, no.

But no matter, I'm still to finish my to -do list.

Next stop, up!

Item 37.

Rearrange Ivy's burgeoning recipe book.

My recipe book?

No need to thank me, my jewel.

It'll be a pleasure to rearrange it into strict alphabetical order.

Have you finished your brooding?

Not quite.

That was our first argument.

Not really an argument. It was more of a discussion.

One that will be resolved when you say sorry.

I didn't realise an apology was needed.

Well, now you do.

Then... I'm sorry.

Thank you.

I promise we wouldn't talk about work during our personal time.

However... What are my theories on the missing racehorse?

If I were to suggest that Lord Roberts faked the theft in order to punish his

former wife, what would you say?

It's a possibility, but I'm keeping an open mind.

Do you also think... I'm not talking about work.

I assume I can trust you not to go into my bag and look through my case notes.

What a low opinion you have of me.

Inspector Blake, telegram.

Thank you.

I'm afraid our evening's going to be cut short. Detective Willows has requested

my assistance.

I'm going to go next door and ask Mrs. Banbury to watch Sophia.

I'd be happy to stay.

By maybe some time.

Well, there's wine and it appears there's plenty to read.

Oh, for sure.

Thank you.

I'll be back soon as I can.

Good evening, sir. Hello.

Sorry to disturb your evening, but I received an urgent call from

Constabulary.

Looks like carriage tracks, sir.

They believe this may be connected to the missing horse.

The stable's only a mile or so away.

When was the body discovered?

Two hours ago, by a passer -by.

The local police have identified him as Jack Lawson.

He was a horse trainer.

Who did he work for?

Lady Roberts.

Where is Papa?

Oh, he had to go out.

He asked me to look after you.

Can't you sleep?

How about I come and read to you for a bit?

See what we've got.

Nice.

Through the looking glass.

Why don't we learn more about Alice's adventures?

Yes, please.

I apologise for not coming back sooner.

The crime scene was more challenging than usual.

Crime scene?

I can't go into details.

It was something of a conflict of interest.

Is this connected to the missing racehorse?

I'm not a mind reader, Alexander.

Is that a yes or a no?

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

What, you're not going to tell me?

You see, you are a mind reader.

More coffee?

The body was identified as Jack Lawson.

I understand he trained Trafalgar Spring.

He used to.

As soon as I filed for divorce, my husband banned Lawson from the estate.

His body was found near the stables where Trafalgar Spring was taken, with

appeared to be carriage tracks and hoof prints.

Do you think he was involved in the theft?

I have to consider all possibilities, Lady Roberts.

Do you have any idea of his recent movements?

I did hear.

It is just a rumour.

But I heard that my husband had enquired about his services.

Clarence, I have some news.

There's been a significant development on the hunt for Trafalgar Spring.

Excellent. What is it?

I'm not entirely sure.

You may have to give me a little more information than that.

Some sort of crime was committed last night.

What kind of crime?

I'm not entirely sure.

And where was this?

Well, I'm not entirely sure about that either.

Forgive me, but what does make you entirely sure? This is a significant

development.

I have it on good authority that Inspector Blake was called out to a

last night, and that crime scene is connected to our case.

But you don't know what happened or where it was?

Precisely.

Now, this is what we do know.

The horse was stolen from Lord Robert's stable, so really I should go there,

take a look around.

But I need to find a way to visit undetected.

How about you?

Anything of interest?

Well, I've been wading through Lady Robert's finances, which are a muddle,

say the least.

Particularly the hiring and firing of domestic staff.

It seems that both she and Lord Roberts have been shedding servants at a rate of

knots due to the scandal of the divorce.

Is Lord Roberts still hiring?

I believe so. Why?

Miss Reynolds?

Yes. Miss Edith Ferry has arrived.

Ah.

Send her in.

And fetch the boys, please.

Miss Ferry, pleasure to meet you.

I'm Miss Alice Reynolds, the housekeeper. Please, take a seat.

Thank you for seeing me at such a notice.

When I landed the vacancy for Nanny, my heart soared.

I was most keen to see you before the position was filled.

Have you had much experience with children?

I've worked for three wonderful families.

I adore children.

Well, the previous nanny left rather abruptly.

The unpleasantness with Lord and Lady Roberts hangs heavy over us all.

The Roberts have two sons, Sebastian and Lionel.

I have other matters to attend to, but perhaps you would like to spend some

with the boys.

See how you get on.

There's nothing I would enjoy more.

Ah, Sebastian, Lionel.

This is Miss Betty. She will be looking after you this afternoon.

Best behavior, please.

Good afternoon, boys.

Now, I have two suggestions as to how we spend our time together.

Suggestion one, a rigorous test of Latin and algebra.

Seduction two, a game where I ask you questions, and if you answer correctly,

then I reward you with sweets.

Oh, yes.

The game it is.

Excellent. Now, first question.

Who knows where the stables are?

Good afternoon, Fred.

Hello, Ivy.

Barnabas, what are you doing here?

I come with the most wonderful news, my jewel.

Something remarkable has happened.

Mr. Worms, please apologise and give me your job back.

Not as yet, no.

I'm referring to this.

My memoirs.

Tales of a Mortuary Clerk by Barnabas Potts.

Oh, it was slow going at first, but as soon as the dam of creativity burst

then words just cascaded from my mind like water from a dam that, as I say,

burst open.

You've written your memoirs? Oh.

You're not always telling me what fascinating tales I possess.

Well, now, I've put them on the page for all to read.

Begun to, anyway. This is just the first chapter.

Spring, 1857.

I would welcome any thoughts or suggestions you may have.

And this is just one chapter?

Indeed. I've got no stone unturned in my effort to delight the reader.

Every detail, no matter how small, is there on the page.

Well, I must confess, a rather...

Tends better crab in the forearm.

Well, we have to get you a top writer if you keep this up.

Well, I'll keep you in after a moment longer.

We will talk again at home.

Oh, I won't be home till late. I have to cover part of the night shift.

Ah, no matter.

I will keep myself busy writing the next short.

Wharton, 1857.

Betty? What on earth are you doing in here?

And where are the boys?

Hiding. We're playing hide and seek.

Well, go and find them immediately.

They should never be left alone.

Ever.

I take it you're here about Lawson.

I heard his body was found last night.

How well did you know Mr Lawson?

Hardly at all.

He worked for her. I had my own man.

Is it right you banned Lawson from your stables when the divorce proceedings

began? Didn't trust him.

And for the record, I'm quite sure that he and my former wife were more than

just trainer and owner.

You're suggesting an affair?

There are so many rumours about her, anything is possible.

I spoke to Lady Roberts and she suggested that you'd offered Lawson his

back. And you believed her?

For God's sake, man, are you a fool or just incompetent?

Look, who knows what happened to Lawson, but you can bet that she was involved

somehow, both in his death and the theft of my horse.

That woman...

Has a corrupted soul.

And she will stop at nothing.

What the devil?

Give me... Give me back my... Stop this at once!

Who the hell are you?

My name's Miss Berry.

Inspector Blake.

You know this woman?

I can explain.

What will Lord Robert do next?

He will complain that I haven't arrested you.

He will complain that I haven't arrested his wife. He will complain that I

haven't found the horse.

In summary, he will complain a great deal and make my life incredibly

Rather as you do.

I know we agree not to discuss work, but if we had, situations like this

afternoon might have been avoided.

Firstly, do not blame me for what happened.

Secondly, do not ask me to share confidential information when your

the suspect in the case.

Is there a thirdly?

Possibly.

I'm still thinking.

I have a proposal.

I will consider terminating my contract with Lady Roberts if you tell me

everything you know about the case.

But I reserve the right to make that decision once I've heard your

How does that sound?

Unacceptable.

Alexander, I appreciate this is difficult. And if I was in your

would keep my cards close to my chest too.

Not that I'd ever be in your position since I'm a woman.

Thirdly, do not try and extract information out of me using guilt.

I resent that suggestion.

It's not a suggestion, it's an accusation.

Just so you know, this goes both ways.

Perhaps I have information that will be interesting to you.

You don't.

Blake.

Superintendent. Yes, ma 'am.

All you are saying are words that make no sense.

You are not explaining it clearly. Stop waffling, man.

Be concise.

Yes, well, I'm doing my best, but as I have said, your financial affairs are

quite challenging.

Can you protect my money or not? Yes, I can, I can, but I just need a little

more time to fully understand your finances.

What is there to understand?

I thought you were an accountant.

Lady Roberts, you have numerous bank accounts and a bewildering array of

investments, none of which are providing any kind of return, by the way. There

are also many payments with no detailed reference.

For instance, £50 to a Mr M Butterworth.

He's my upholsterer.

I have had to set up an entirely new household.

Would you have me go to the workhouse?

No, don't mind me.

£120 to Mrs Ruddy?

She runs a spa in Bath.

I was stricken with melancholy after the divorce.

I needed to take the waters.

Yes, of course. But a whopping £250 to Mr Daniel O'Dwyer?

He is an old acquaintance who runs a charity for retired racehorses.

I will not apologize for having a kind heart, and I do not appreciate being

questioned in this way. If I am going to help, I do need to go through every

detail of your finance. And you, what have you found out about my missing

Lady Roberts?

If you want your horse back, pay £300 into locker 332 at Kings Cross Station

at 8 o 'clock tomorrow night. Tell the police and the animal dies.

Oh!

It was addressed to you, Lady Roberts.

Who else knew that you were here?

I told no one.

My driver dropped me two streets away. I don't want anyone knowing my business.

Pay them.

I will give you the money.

Yes, but we must let the police know. No.

I don't want anything more to do with this whole damn business.

Do as they say.

Pay them the ransom.

And when my horse is returned, you will receive 100 pounds.

That's that, then.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Extortion with the threat of violence is a serious crime, and Inspector Blake is

under pressure to capture those responsible.

If we say nothing, they'll get away.

Well, that is his problem, not ours. We have a business to run. There are good

reasons to involve him.

There are many reasons not to.

£100 worth, to be precise. Unless I'm missing something.

You're acting in the most peculiar manner. Something is amiss. I cannot

Inspector Blake.

And that's fine. But why?

Because I can't. Eliza, what has changed? Everything.

You've not fallen out with Inspector Blake.

You've fallen in with him.

It all makes sense now.

Have you lost your mind?

Think of the damage to your reputation.

Not to mention the conflict of interest with Scotland Yard.

And what about clients?

They will question where your loyalty lies.

And what if things do not end well between the two of you? We've lost our

source of revenue. I am aware of all that.

And yet still you have done it.

If our business fails, Eliza, I have nothing.

If things were finally smooth sailing, but you are just like Mr. Nurse, intent

on always rocking the damn boat!

Barnabas?

I'm home.

Barnabas?

You gave me a fright.

Sorry. I was miles away.

Everything all right?

Yes.

No.

I've never seen Clarence so upset.

Clarence is just doing his job. I understand his concerns.

But this relationship with Inspector Blake is a long time coming.

I've never known you so happy.

I am happy.

I just don't want everything I've worked for to be for nothing.

Do you want my advice?

To start with when you were a little girl.

If you had a case that insolving would mean harm to me and my reputation, what

would you do?

Well, there's no dilemma you would convert.

Because you care about me?

Of course.

I'm there to answer.

I'll take the blackmail. I'll let you know in the morning.

You're always right.

Could you please tell my husband that?

Let's play.

Good morning, Miss Scarlet.

Detective Willows.

I'm waiting on Inspector Blake.

Any idea where he is?

He was in with the superintendent first thing. The meeting must have run over.

Oh, that never bodes well.

Would you like me to pass on a message?

The autopsy report he requested finally came through.

I'll leave it on his desk.

I'll let him know.

Thanks, Scott.

Daniel O'Dwyer.

Good morning, sir.

It's far from good. I've just been in with a super.

More complaints from Lord Roberts?

Well, he's consistent.

I'll give him that.

Well, it's still early, so let's be optimistic and hope for a better day

Well, I might be able to help you out, sir.

The coroner's report for Jack Lawson came through. Put it on your desk.

Cause of death?

Internal bleeding caused by a ruptured liver.

There's also severe bruising on the abdomen in which the coroner had a

He said that he'd seen that before amongst stable hands and jockeys.

Kicked from a horse?

Exactly, sir.

It was late at night on a dark forest lane.

It could have been an accident transferring the animal from one horse

another.

I've looked into this jack law soon.

Couldn't find anything on him in Hertfordshire where he lived, but I did

old arrest sheet here in the records room.

Lawson was Irish.

Came to London ten years ago, but he had a different name then.

Daniel O'Dwyer.

He left Ireland with a mountain of unpaid debts and a reputation for race

-fixing. So when he arrived in London, he called himself Jack Lawson as a fresh

start.

Good work, well done.

So you say you left the files on my desk?

I left it right there with Miss Scarlet.

Miss Scarlet was here.

Oh.

There you are. Looking everywhere for you.

Something I wanted to say and I needed time to think.

There's no time for thinking, Clarence.

I have news on the case. No, no, please let me finish.

There you are.

I'm sorry for what I said last night.

I was just frustrated.

Our business means an awful lot to me.

Apart from Mother, that's all I have.

And you mean an awful lot to me, too.

You are a good friend, Eliza.

It's surprising how few friends I was left with once I had a criminal record.

Thank you.

Speaking of criminal records... But my first thought should have been your

happiness.

You of all people deserve to be happy.

And if Inspector Blake makes you happy, then that is what is most important.

That means a great deal. Thank you.

Now, have you finished?

I have.

What do you want from me?

The Daniel O'Dwyer that Lady Roberts made payments to was an ex -convict.

Contrary to what she told us, he didn't run a charity for retired racehorses.

He was wanted in Ireland for unpaid debt.

Changed his name to Jack Lawson to escape arrest.

And wound up dead.

That was the crime scene that Inspector Blake attended the other night.

Not the one where she didn't want the police involved in the kidnapping. She's

seen this up to her neck.

But how do you know all this?

You stole a file from Inspector Blake's office.

I temporarily borrowed it.

My intention was to tell Inspector Blake about the ransom note, but

circumstances have changed, which they are wont to do.

As long as the horse is found and the thieves brought to justice, that's all I

care about.

And that and the confidential file you stole from his desk.

I'll worry about that later.

We have a horse to find first.

We may not receive the fee from Lady Roberts, but the publicity will be

invaluable.

The ransom note says that the bag drop will be at 8 o 'clock tonight, which

gives us seven hours until then.

How do we find the horse?

I've been studying the ransom note, removing the letters and rearranging

and it turns out that the words were cut from the same newspaper.

Kingsbury Herald?

Yes, it's a local newspaper sold in only two postal districts in northwest

London. I had bet money that the horse had been kept in that area.

We need a map.

One that shows buildings on it.

A building big enough to hide a hole?

We'll make a detective of you. No.

Good

afternoon,

my jewel.

You really should have woken me this morning.

I didn't want to disturb you. You look so worn out.

I cannot dispute the fact that all this writing has left me feeling somewhat

fatigued. Not to mention played havoc with my lex all digitorum profundus.

Oh, never mind my ailments.

What did you think of my first chapter?

I very much enjoyed it.

But perhaps it might benefit from a little trim here and there.

Trim?

It is rather long.

There's a lot of detail about the management of the mortuary budget.

Oh, perhaps I could be a bit more economical.

Might go some way to ease my current malady, too.

Perhaps a little rest from the writing might be the best thing.

In the meantime, you could get your old job back by apologising to Mr Wormsley

rather than waiting on him.

You want me to give up the writing?

I know the idea of apologising goes against your principles, but... You want

to give up the writing?

Barnabas, you're a wonderful writer.

But these twinges can start small, and before you know it, you're in acute

condition. Look at my mother's gout.

Perhaps you are right, my jewel.

I know just what to do.

Good spot.

Have you seen Miss Scarlet? Not today, no.

Well, I need to speak to her. I've been to the office, the house.

She's not there. What has that girl gone and done now? If you see her, would you

be kind enough to direct her to my office immediately?

Yes, Inspector, of course.

Sir? Yes?

Miss Scarlet?

Where is she?

Thank you for coming so expeditiously.

I am Eliza Scarlett, private investigator.

As you can see, I have found Trafalgar Springs, the award -winning racehorse

that all London has been searching for.

I did not do this alone, however,

but alongside the dedicated Inspector Alexander Blake of Scotland Yard.

Inspector Blake, how long have you and Miss Scarlett been working together?

Inspector Blake. Never was there a more diligent, talented officer.

Inspector Blake, do you have any suspects in custody at this time? What

mean, suspects?

Inspector Blake, where did you find the hall?

Inspector Blake, can you give us any more information?

Neither Miss Scarlett or myself will be giving any further comment at this time.

The investigation is still ongoing.

Thank you.

Thank you, Jane. That's enough for today.

Thank you. On your way.

Name and address of the thief. Some driver, Jack Lawson, paid to transport

horse.

But it wasn't just Lawson.

He had help.

Inside help.

If anyone stole that horse, it was her.

The man is a liar.

He would kill his own mother if it meant getting his hands on my horse. How dare

you speak of my mother, who, by the way, never liked you.

I'm not suggesting that you yourself stole the horse.

We know it was Jack Lawson, real name Daniel O'Dwyer, a horse trainer with a

criminal past.

Contrary to what you told me, you didn't donate money to O'Dwyer's racehorse

charity, but rather you paid him to steal Trafalgar Spring.

Ha!

No court in the land will let you have the horse now.

And on further delving into O'Dwyer's accounts, we found that you, Lord

had sold him property in London for a ridiculously low price just last month,

despite saying you've had no dealings with him.

I told you so.

Lies trip off his tongue like the serpent he is. I would wager that you

some arrangement with Daniel O'Dwyer.

But he betrayed both of you and intended on selling to a breeder who had put the

horse out of stud on the black market.

And what of the man who held my horse to ransom?

It is he who should be in custody, not I.

The man in question has been arrested.

He was hired by O'Dwyer to transport the horse to a breeder.

When the horse kicked out at O'Dwyer, he panicked, left O'Dwyer fatally injured

and drove off with Trafalgar Spring.

Luckily for us, he got greedy and decided to keep the horse himself and

it.

Extortion and fraud are extremely serious offences.

However, I'm inclined to be generous, to press no charges, speak no more about

it.

But I cannot speak for my colleague here, who is very well connected with

press. I am indeed, Inspector Blake.

And what a story it would make.

However, I'm sure Miss Scarlet can be persuaded to keep this whole debacle

quiet.

I believe that she, like me, has had enough of the pair of you.

What do you suggest?

Drop the appeal case.

And allow Lady Roberts to keep her horse.

And you will pay Miss Scarlet her fee.

A full fee, with a bonus for her continued silence.

I trust this is an end to the matter?

Barnabas? One, two, three, four, five.

What on earth are you doing?

Writing, my child.

When I left you earlier, I went straight to the stationers on Cockpool Lane,

Quill and Quandary.

They had a typewriter there, on sale, for half the usual price.

As you said.

So much easier than writing by hand.

But I thought you were going to get your old job back at the mortuary.

Why would I do that when you yourself said I was a wonderful writer?

One fluid ounce of iodine.

You know you could have told me about the rehearsal.

Well, and have you take away my moment in the sun?

I've already had three offers of work from that publicity.

Besides, I was keeping to your rule of not discussing work.

I believe it was our rule.

And one we should stick to.

Agreed.

It's nice going out together.

I don't know the Sarah very well.

It's far enough out of the way to enjoy some privacy.

And if anyone should recognise us, the tables are...

Almost big enough to hide them.

Clarence knows about us.

He guessed.

Well, it's only a matter of time before everyone finds out.

So let's enjoy the quiet before the storm.

May I?

Thank you.

Did you hear about that robbery that went wrong in Blackfriars?

No.

Does that breach our rule?

Oh, it does a little, yes.

What if we amend the rule?

We're allowed to discuss work that doesn't directly concern us.

I'm about to take over the cave.

I tell you, when I say the burglary went wrong, I mean it went spectacularly

wrong. Do you tell?

So, it all started in this bizarre way.

What is a typical foresight?

Brace yourself, you're about to discover.

Something rather exciting.

What more does one need?

How splendid.

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

And more.

Mr. Moses Valentine.

Eliza Kelly.

Hello? They're trying to bring him off.

We need to go. Now!

What if I come into a pub like this with an uncut diamond in my bag?

It's his reliability.

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