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Good morning.

You've not fallen out with Inspector Blake. You've fallen in. When we're

together, it's best that you treat me as you would one of your men. You can be

polite in our private time.

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

assume the elderly aunt you were supposedly visiting doesn't exist.

Don't you trust me?

Of course I do.

Then why lie?

I'd better get back to work, Mum.

Like you always say, those streets won't stay safe without

your Charlie keeping an eye out.

Uncle.

Charlie.

How is she?

Still the same?

I hate seeing her like this.

Ruled the roost when we were kids.

Terrified over I was.

There's a shadow of my sister in there.

Heard about your promotion.

Detective Inspector Phelps of the City of London Police.

Beam, I'm proud of you.

And I am.

Yeah, I'll bet.

No, I am.

You've done well for yourself, boy.

Good on you.

Ta.

Charlie?

You ain't heard this from me, but the Galanis family, they've been difficult.

I'll try and keep it off your patch, but there's a storm coming.

You cause me any problems, I'll put you away.

Family or not.

Is that threat done?

There are so many to choose from, but I think my favourite animals were the

giraffe.

Especially when they nibbled the zookeeper's hair.

I liked the elephant, apart from when she went to the toilet.

Yes, very unladylike.

I wish I could nickel every day.

My father used to pay too much funds for your health.

I once skipped school without telling him.

I spent the day with the ancient Egyptians at the British Museum.

Was your papa cross?

Well, he would have been had he found out, but I never told him.

In fact, you're the only person that I've told.

Now, I need to do a little bit of paperwork, and then we can head home.

Why don't you read?

Yeah, this.

I hear Mrs. Bambury's making soup for tea.

It's always turnip. I hate turnip.

Papa! Inspector Blake.

Is everything all right?

Yes. Why shouldn't it be?

Oh.

We're a little late.

More than a little.

You were supposed to take her home two hours ago.

I'm sorry.

We lost track of time.

Mrs. Banbury was worried. She was expecting Sophia home for tea.

Turnip soup, I believe?

You should have sent a message.

Oh, you're right. I'm sorry.

We had a wonderful time at the zoo, didn't we, Sophia?

We saw the giraffe and the elephant. I'll get your things.

I really am sorry.

What did you say?

Thank you, Miss Garnet. It's my pleasure.

We'll do it again soon.

We can go back to the zoo.

Of course.

Are they here tomorrow?

You will.

And no one saw anything?

Not even a landlady?

No, sir.

The girl who rents this room, what's her name?

Natalia Lorenzo.

Scotland Yard switchboard. How may I direct your call?

Putting you through.

I have a Detective Simons from Oldgate.

Yes, sir.

That's me done.

See you in the morning.

Good night.

Scotland Yard switchboard. How may I direct your call?

Hello, Ivy.

How's things? Oh, busy.

Since we lost two things to be more extra than ever.

But I've been promised a couple more secretaries and I heard a rumour we're

getting a manager too.

How are you getting on?

I'm alright, but I miss you and the other girls.

They're quiet sometimes.

I managed to read Little Dorrit in three days and I'm a slow reader.

I haven't even managed to take a lunch break this week, let alone read.

What about your husband's book?

How is it, by the way? Any better?

Don't ask.

Ready, is he?

Miss Bummer's work, remember?

Yes, of course.

Detective Willow has taken me to Barron's. Oh, very nice.

Would you like us to escort you out, Mr Potts? Oh, that's kind, but Mr Potts

will be here shortly to see me home.

Almost an hour I waited for Barnabas. Then I came home to find him on that

typewriter. Apparently he'd lost track of time.

He wasn't the only one.

I didn't get Sophia home when I should have, which didn't go down very well

Inspector Blake.

That doesn't surprise me. That little girl is everything to him.

Don't make me feel even more guilty.

He's not like Barnabas at all.

He's normally so punctual.

So am I.

Yet another rejection of my memoirs.

Whilst we very much enjoyed your book, would you not feel that our publishing

house is the right home for your work?

Well, I'm utterly befuddled. If they very much enjoyed my book, why wouldn't

they publish it?

I should get to work.

Perhaps it's just the kind of phrase they use in all such letters.

What do you mean?

Well, the others all said the same type of thing, didn't they?

We enjoyed your book, but we're not looking for new authors. We enjoyed your

book, but we have something similar. But that's exactly my point. They enjoyed

my book. Every single one of them has.

Don't know what the problem is.

It's an utter mystery indeed.

Perhaps you should take a break from the writing.

Break? Why?

So you don't get too stale?

Give yourself time to clear your head.

Then what would I do in the meantime?

Absolutely not.

I will not go back to that mortuary until Mr Wormsley has offered me a full

satisfactory apology.

And on this I shall not be moved.

From Miss Collins.

Well, that'll be me, thank you.

I can't stand another day of mooning about the house.

Someone needs to speak to him about his book.

I don't suppose you would... No, no. And no.

Who's that from?

Someone rather surprising.

I want to hire you.

Go on.

I've got a missing chorus girl with a lodging room that looks like Smithfield

Slaughterhouse. Blood everywhere and no body.

The girl's name was Natalia Lorenzo.

The name rang a bell, so I asked around and it turns out she had two regular

gentleman callers.

One was a high -ranking member of the Galanis crime family and the other...

was my uncle.

Dylan Cooper?

Word on the street is my uncle took exception to his girl, seeing his rival,

put a bully in her, which makes him our prime suspect.

Which puts you in a rather difficult position.

Any other statements for the bleeding obvious you want to make?

I see promotion hasn't improved your manners, Charlie.

There was a bloodied imprint left at the scene the size of a man's hand. Now, if

my uncle...

was going to kill someone, which no doubt he has done in the past, there

wouldn't be a shred of evidence left behind.

So you don't think he's guilty?

But you can't share that with your men?

Well, if the cop was in London, why not put Dylan Cooper away, regardless of the

evidence? The other half are in his pocket.

There's... something else.

My mum, she's not well.

So, if I'm going to send her little brother to the gallows, I need to be

Which is why I want to hire you.

Because for all your faults, Miss Scarlet, and God knows there are many,

someone I can trust.

Thank you.

I think.

Duplicate copies of the investigation so far.

One more thing.

If word got out that I was trying to prove my uncle's innocence... No one's

know that you hired me.

You do this job and you do it well.

There'll be a lot more work coming your way.

City police covered an area we had to tap into.

Blackfriars, St Paul's, Smithfield.

Could mean a whole new revenue stream.

So I assume this case is highly confidential and no one must know that

Phelps required us.

You assume correctly?

No one at all, even if they're in the same line of business and we may feel

compromised by our feelings towards them. Clarence, if you're attempting to

a coded message about myself and Inspector Blakely, try to be subtle.

No, no.

I'm just saying... Well, don't.

I'm perfectly capable of keeping client confidentiality, even with Inspector

Big. But then I shall say no more.

May I just say... No, you may not.

Thank you, sir.

No single shot to the chest.

I can't see an exit wound.

The bullet must still be in the body.

No identification.

I know who he is, sir.

It's Philip Galanis.

You sure?

He was brought in when I was at Bow Street.

Twelve charges.

None of them stuck.

Friends in high places. Indeed.

I heard of trouble brewing between the Galanis family and the Cooper gang.

Philip Golanus was a top brass in the family, if this is the Cooper gang.

The order must have come from high up.

We need to bring in Dylan Cooper.

Good afternoon.

I wondered if you could help me. It's about a friend of mine.

Vitaly Lorenzo.

Don't know her.

Oh. I had it on good authority that she used to dance there.

I said I don't know her.

Spur a whiskey.

And this.

is for any information that you might have.

What use is money if I'm dead?

Are you aware of the Hospitality and Gaming Act of 1874?

It states that any venue putting on music, dancing, theatrical production

requires a performing rights license.

Any failure to have said license may result in a hefty fine or indeed

I know this because my husband works for the Licensing Commission.

You don't have an husband.

And you don't have a license.

Look.

I ain't seen her.

But... You know someone who has.

Hey! Make yourself known!

Anything?

Doesn't look like anyone's been here for a while, sir.

Let's cross this place off our list.

How many safe houses does one man have?

Cooper's got deep pockets.

Put your weapons down!

Drop your weapons and get on the floor! This is your final warning! Put down

your weapons! On the floor now! We are police officers!

Power away, you bloody idiot!

Philip Galanis was shot in a lodging house in Fenchurch Street. That's my

And his body was found in Farringdon, which is my jurisdiction.

Not if the crime was committed on City of London territory.

You don't know that it was. Straight I do.

Ballistics report.

The bullet that was pulled from Natalia Lorenzo's wall came from the same gun

that fired the bullet that killed Philip Galanis.

You're stepping on my toes, Inspector Blake! And you carried out a raid on

Scotland Yard turf without giving me prior warning, Inspector Phelps. Like I

said, I didn't have time.

We need to work together on this, Charlie.

I've told you everything I know.

This Natalia was shacked up with Philip Galanis. He turned up dead in an alley

and her body's still missing. You've left out a vital bit of information.

uncle was also seeing this young woman. Which is why me and my men came looking

for him, bloody hell!

We're going round in circles here!

We have checked all of Cooper's regular haunts, his house, his club.

Do you have any idea where he might be?

If I did, I wouldn't be raiding his safe house, would I?

If you've got something to say, say it.

Blake.

Yes, he's here. Hold on.

It's one of your men.

What?

90 to go.

We haven't finished.

Phelps.

Charlie.

Was that meant to be funny, ringing me at Scotland Yard?

I didn't kill Galamis and you know it, do I?

Else you wouldn't have hired that lady detective.

You've been having me followed.

I always have you followed, Charlie.

She'll be with you, Dad's saying.

That's the last place she'd want to be.

Couldn't stand the old bugger.

Why are you in hiding if you weren't the shooter?

Well, I know what people are saying.

The Galanis was seeing my girl, so I killed them both.

I mean, don't get me wrong.

If I'd have known that degenerate had gone anywhere near her, I'd have gladly

put a bullet in him, but I didn't know. So I didn't kill either of them.

So who did?

Not a clue.

But I need time to talk to the Galanis family.

Things haven't been good lately. I need to sort it out. It's about the business.

If you're asking me to stall the investigation... I'm being set up.

And you know that.

I'll find out who did it. I just need time.

You owe me this, boy.

When you was a nipper.

When your dad passed away and your mum couldn't put food on the table.

It was they kept you out of workhouse.

The best I can do is keep this meeting to myself.

For anything else that comes up, you're on your own, even if...

Last noon.

I'm looking for a friend of mine, Natalia Lorenzo.

I have it on good authority that she dances here.

I'm busy.

Aware of the Hospitality and Gaming Act of 1874?

What?

It states that any venue with outside drinking facility requires a public

liability licence.

I've already told him what I know.

Told who?

Him.

What are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

I'm looking for a missing showgirl.

As are you, it seems.

I thought this case was in the City of London jurisdiction.

It's more complex than that.

I take it you're working for Phelps?

I'm sorry, Alexander, but I think it's best that we stop this conversation.

You need to tell me what you know.

I can't.

I'm... running a business.

We've been through this before.

This isn't a missing horse, Eliza. This is a murder.

And if we're to be together, you can't keep hiding things from me.

Things?

I need to get back to work. What things?

Telling me you went to the suicide to visit your aunt when, in fact, you were

meeting Patrick Nash. I knew you'd been stewing on that.

I have to be able to trust you.

And I have to be able to respect the wishes of my clients.

This isn't about me working the case.

This is about me working for Phelps, isn't it? Don't be ridiculous.

Your competitiveness is clouding your judgement, and, might I add, making you

rather childish.

Says the adult who forgot to bring my daughter home on time.

I need to get back to work.

As do I.

The landlord of the Indigo Sun confirmed that Natalia Lorenzo is very much

alive.

She collected the wages that she was owed, but she was in a bad way.

Sweating feverish, a bandage across her shoulder.

He asked her what had happened, but she didn't want to say.

He thinks that she got on the wrong side of Cooper and somehow managed to

escape. The crime scene report states that a bullet was found in the wall of

room. So perhaps it passed through her shoulder and into the wall.

Well, if she was shot, she'd need medical attention.

And wanting to lie low, she wouldn't go to a doctor. It's their duty to inform

the police when treating a gunshot wound.

That depends on the doctor.

A list of qualified doctors and surgeons who work on the wrong side of the law.

This is Patrick's handwriting.

Yes, that list was compiled by Mr Nash himself after an unfortunate incident

with a shotgun.

Down a jealous husband.

Let's hope that one of these doctors treated our Natalia Lorenzo.

Let's start looking in the morning.

I want a list of every quack doctor with a criminal conviction.

Anyone who might tend to a bullet wound and not report it. Yes, sir.

You can get yourself over to city police.

See if Inspector Phelps is willing to share any new information on Dylan

What?

Evening, gents.

This is my lawyer, Mr Torrey.

We'd like to discuss the unfounded accusation that I'm somehow connected to

murder investigation.

I'm a businessman.

I own two casinos and a number of companies linked to the hospitality

I know exactly where you are, Mr Cooper.

In great detail.

So these false allegations are costing me money, so my lawyer recommended I

in here and answer any questions you may have so that we can put this man to

bed. How thoughtful of you.

Talk me through your movements yesterday.

Well, I spent the morning at my club, the Silver Lane.

After that, I went to visit my poor sister at St Agatha's Hospital.

Then I did a stop check at my new pub in Hackney, all of which can be confirmed.

By your men?

No, by my work colleagues.

Tell me about Natalia Lorenzo.

She's a young lady that I've known for a few years.

And the nature of your relationship?

My lawyer says that I'm not obliged to answer that question.

Well, then I shall answer it for you.

I think you were romantically involved with Miss Lorenzo.

And when you found out she was betraying you with a member of a rival gang, you

went to her lodging rooms and shot her and her lover, Philip Kalanis.

You dumped his body in the street and left Natalia to die.

But unfortunately for you, she survived.

Hmm.

That's quite an imagination you've got there, Inspector Blake.

It's pure fantasy, of course.

Unless you've got any evidence to back it up.

No, I thought not.

So, you've got my alibi, which can be easily checked, so unless there's

else, I think I'm free to go.

Looks like I'll only be paying you for half a day, Mr Torrey.

Would you mind stepping outside for a minute?

Thank you.

Inspector?

I do hope this is an end to the matter. No, Mr Cooper, it very much is not.

It would be a mistake to make an enemy of me, Inspector Blake.

But a friend, I would welcome that with open arms.

Open arms.

Eight, Kempton Lane, isn't it?

Lovely place you got there.

Must be very nice for you and your little girl to live so near apart.

Get out!

If I wanted to apologize, would it be better in writing or in person?

In person.

Well, that's a relief. I have terrible handwriting.

I was angry and frustrated. I say things that don't mean when I feel that way.

I can't imagine what that's like.

I thought you said there was some truth in it.

I don't always tell you everything just like you don't always tell me.

It's the nature of our jobs.

Which is even more difficult to navigate now that there's an us.

Us?

I like that.

I've booked that little place out at the river for dinner.

Oh, sounds perfect.

I'll get my things.

How was your day?

Rough.

Which is why I wanted to see you.

Do you need my help?

I wanted to see you because I wanted to be with you, Eliza.

To take the sting out of my day by finishing it with you.

Does that help?

Well, that wasn't worth the time.

I thought that man was even a doctor.

I think he may have been a veterinarian.

Well, either way, isn't he not missing showgirl? You can cross him off the

So that is three down, six left to try.

Whose name?

Dr Hudson on Church Street.

So, how was last night?

Last night?

You said you had dinner with Inspector Blake?

Uh, yes.

Very nice, thank you. Oh, it was very nice. Good food, good wine.

Good conversation?

Yes. Thank you.

Conversation about what, exactly?

I didn't tell Inspector Blake that we're working for Phelps. Good.

Because he already knows. What?

He saw me questioning that landlord that I was telling you about.

I invited her to be a confidential investigation.

I am aware of that.

What Stan has done, there's no point ruminating on it.

Like you're doing now.

Still, I'd be a lot happier if you told me everything you were doing. Oh, would

you?

No, on second thought, except for these things that they are.

It was a lovely evening.

The food was delicious. I've never been anywhere so fancy.

Me neither.

I felt quite out of place next to all those fine ladies.

Surprised your head wasn't turned.

I couldn't take my eyes off you.

Is that true?

Or are you just trying to button me up?

Both.

Give us the keys.

What, in here?

Yes, here.

It's a bit weird.

Mrs Potts.

The address for the new office manager. I've got copies going up all over the

yard, but I want you to call the evening papers with the wording for the cash

file.

Wanted. Manager for the Claremont office, Scotland Yard. You should apply,

think. Keep reading.

The gentleman in question.

Why can't it be a lady?

You could do that job standing on your head. I've got enough to worry about,

Eddie.

One day a woman will run this whole place.

What's funny about that?

I'd better get on.

Can I help you, madam?

I need to speak to Inspector Blake.

Sir.

Mrs Bambury.

What's happened?

It's Sophia.

So, last and hopefully not least, Dr Marsh.

What do we do if he hasn't seen Natalia?

We move to plan B.

Which is?

No idea.

Well, that's the address.

He doesn't look like a doctor.

No, but he does.

That's her. That's Natalia Lorenzo.

Should we help?

He doesn't appear to be forcing us.

The inspector's daughter's gone missing.

Knock on every door of every street within a three -mile radius of Inspector

Blake's house and his daughter's school on Eastbury Way.

Scour the area.

Every inch.

Understood? Yes, sir.

Off you go.

We heard about the inspector's little girl. We've come to help.

How many of you? One of the girls in the office. Go to Gladstone Park.

It runs adjacent to Inspector Blake's house. Perhaps his little girl went

and got lost.

Inspector Blake must be out of his mind. Don't worry.

If anything's happened to that little girl... Oh, just the person. Go and tell

the girls that I'll join you in a moment.

Barnabas, this is not a good time.

It should be very quick, I'm sure.

I just wanted to share the most wonderful news.

I've decided to write a novel.

Never mind that now.

I need your help.

Sophia has long dark hair, blue eyes, about this tall, what she was when I

saw her. She's probably grown by now.

Never fear, my dear. They do not call me eagle -eyed pots for nothing.

They don't call you that at all, Barnabas.

Excuse me, have you seen a little girl in her own dark hair, blue eyes, about

this big?

Sorry.

So, um, what do you think about my idea to write a novel?

Barnabas, as I've said many times, what I think is that you need to get your old

job back.

Huh? Oh, excuse me.

Have you seen a little girl, dark hair, blue eyes, about this big?

No. What makes you think I need my job back?

I know it will be published, I'm sure of it.

Barnabas, I only say this because I love you.

You have many skills, but writing is not one of them.

You said you enjoyed my memoirs.

You said I was a wonderful writer.

I was being nice.

For the reason no one wants to publish it.

That's the truth.

Excuse me.

Have you seen the little girl?

Dark hair, blue eyes. Is that this tall?

No.

Miss Scarlett.

Oh, good. You got my message.

You want to update me on the case here at Scotland Yard?

Something's happened. I'm an inspector of Lake's jurisdiction.

Don't tell me Blake knows I've hired you.

It's my duty to inform him as well as you. And it's your duty to keep the

client's confidentiality.

Mr. Garlick, we had an agreement.

Detective Willow, have you seen Inspector Blake?

Have you not heard?

Heard what?

Is it true?

Has the big one missing?

She didn't come home from school.

Michael Simmons, you're with me.

Whatever you need, just ask.

If you want to help, then tell me where your uncle is.

What's he got to do with him?

He's got Cooper written all over it.

Is it him?

Have you taken her? The infected kid?

What you talking about, boy?

Where's Cooper?

We ain't open yet.

Right, take them outside and question them.

Yes, sir.

Has he got my daughter?

Actually, I know.

I will ask you one more time. Has Cooper got my daughter?

You did.

How should I know?

Where is she?

Where is she?

Sir!

We found her.

Very good.

We're looking for an office manager. I think you should apply, young lady.

It's fair.

Papa!

She went to the British Museum.

She got lost on the way home and was found by an officer wandering the

Thank you, Mrs Post.

I told him who my father is. He says you're a very important man, Papa.

Let's get you home.

Good day, Miss Watts.

Good day, Sophia.

Where have you been?

Looking for Sophia.

I went to the zoo to see if she'd gone back there. Well, no, they found her.

She's safe and well.

Ivy sent you a message to let you know.

Ivy?

Not Inspector Blake?

What difference does it make?

Where was she?

I'll get to that in a minute. Keep that on. I sent a message to Inspector

Phelps. You're to join him.

Why?

I found something on the Cooper case.

I told you I don't know nothing about a kid. We're not here about that.

Lady detective, I assume.

So the word is that you've been hired to prove my innocence.

So I do hope your presence here means that you've done just that.

Well, innocent of killing Philip Galanis, but of obstruction of justice.

hands are dirty, Mr Cooper.

It was Natalia Lorenzo that killed Philip Galanis, and you've been

her.

We found a financial trail between you and Dr. Marsh, your own personal doctor.

You paid him to patch up your girl, didn't you?

She's not my girl.

Never has been.

She's the daughter of an old mate.

The fellow did a long stretch inside.

But he kept his mouth shut.

Ten years hard labour. Pretty well killed him. He died a month after he'd

out.

So, yeah, she's been like a daughter to me.

So it didn't go down well when you discovered her affair with Galanis?

Tried to warn her against it, but she's that strong young girl.

I think they thought they were some kind of Romeo and Juliet.

But he didn't treat her right.

He was a drunk and a bad one.

If she hadn't got his gun, he'd have killed her.

What if she shot him in self -defence and there's no reason for her to go on

run? Try telling that to the Galanis family.

So?

You two can do what you want.

I'll just deny it all. And any link to Dr Marsh can be explained away.

He'll never stand up in court.

Especially as you have half the judges in London in your pocket.

Where's Natalia now?

She got on a boat from St Catherine's Docks, and I don't know where. I told

it was safer that I didn't, in the event that something like this happened.

So, you want to waste your time chasing after a young woman who shot a drunk to

stop him beating her to death?

Be my guest.

Come along, ladies. There's work to be done.

Oh,

Barnabas, I am rather busy.

I'll give you just a few moments of my joy.

I only wish to say how profusely sorry I am for my recent behaviour.

I just wanted to be happy, Barnabas.

And I don't think writing makes you happy.

Well, I'll give it up forthwith.

Find myself a proper job.

But not back at the mortuary.

I believe it's time for a fresh start.

And I know exactly where. Oh, that's wonderful.

Where did you have mine?

Here, of course.

Scotland Yard.

It was pinned on the notice board in the corridor.

As I happened upon it, I thought, Barnabas Putts, this job is tailor -made

you.

Manager of the clerical office.

Here, where I work.

Call it fate. Call it kismet. Either way, it was meant to be.

And we will work together every single day.

Won't that be marvellous, sir?

Inspector Phelps.

How's your little one?

Happy to be home.

Just got her off to sleep.

I'm sorry I lost my temper earlier.

I'd have done the same.

Full report on Aguilani's case.

It was Natalia who shot him. Cooper was just protecting her.

You could pursue Cooper on obstruction of justice or you

could take a look through this little lot.

I've been building a case against my uncle for a few years now.

My hands were tied before, but now my old mum

died today.

He's all yours.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Would you like to come in? Not good company at the minute.

But maybe a pint and a ghost next week.

You're buying, of course. Don't I always?

Charlie.

See, the problem that you gentlemen have got is I've got a lucky face.

You, unlucky face. You, not so lucky face. You, very unlucky face.

Right.

Dylan Cooper.

What now?

We've got a warrant for your arrest.

On what charge?

You may want to get yourself comfortable, Mr Cooper.

It's quite a long list.

I haven't had a chance to change yet.

Would you mind if we cancelled dinner?

I should be with Sophia.

Of course.

I could come to you or... She went to the British Museum.

She said you missed school once together.

Well, yes, but I didn't mean for her to do the same.

She's a child, Eliza.

She has no mother to guide her. You must realise how much she looks up to you.

I'm sorry. I didn't think.

Are you blaming me for what happened?

I lost control today.

I could have lost my job.

But I can't afford to do that.

I am all Sophia has, and it is down to me to keep her safe.

To make sure there is food on the table and a roof over her head.

What are you trying to say?

I need time to think.

Perhaps some time apart will do us both good.

is a typical foresight.

Brace yourself. You're about to discover something rather exciting.

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