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Do you have dinner plans this week?

No, nothing is yet.

I was thinking there's a nice little
bistro 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, weird.

What does that mean?

I've given that investigation to
Culpeppers.

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 favoritism.

What's not favoritism?

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 about something else.

Ivy, Mr Potts will be back soon.

Sneaking out the back door in the dead of
night?

I feel 15 again.

Are you brooding?

No.

You sure?

I'm perfectly fine.

See you tomorrow night?

You will?

Marvellous.

Marvellous.

Oh, place is here.

I'll get it.

Careful.

Still nothing for Mr Wormsley?

I thought he'd come to his senses by now
and apologize.

He's a stubborn man.

A bit like someone else I know.

He'll apologize soon enough.

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

That's a post-mortem condition.

Perhaps suddenly later.

I don't want to be late for work.

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

Oh, I am sorry, Barnabas.

You know how I'd love to hear all about
your medical knowledge.

What do I always say?

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

Exactly.

Right, that drawing room won't spring
clean itself.

There's nothing wrong with the drawing
room.

I'll be the judge of that.

Come.

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 have a train to catch.

Do you think it's all right for a copper
to be on the train?

Would you be romantically involved with a
lady he works with?

Why do you ask?

Would you have something to say,
Detective Willis, and 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 own
business.

Thank you, sir.

Right, I'm off to Hartford, Joe, where
apparently the local police need my help.

According to our esteemed superintendent,
anyway.

We really must stop him reading the
newspapers.

Newspapers, sir.

Wonderful news, is it not?

It's a theft, Clarence.

My thoughts are with the victims.

As are mine.

I've also had other thoughts about how it
could be monetised.

Trafalgar Spring is, as you know,
the most famous racehorse in the land.

But are you aware of the scandal involving
his owners?

Enlighten me.

The horses' owners, Lord and Lady Roberts,
have recently been granted a divorce.

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.

All the other matters were resolved.

But the sticking point was their
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
foe with her own money.

And the court found in her favour the horse
was being kept at Lord Robert's stables.

So the judge ordered him to 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 the Luke Lawrence.

But we must proceed with caution.

Lady Roberts blames her husband for the
horse's theft.

And her man is 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 for 30 years.

And Trafalgar Spring is the cream of the
crop.

It practically glides across the turf.

Have you seen him race?

I haven't, sir, no.

What kind of policeman are you?

Thought you lot were always at the check.

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 found...

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.

And 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 favors.

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 could 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 Sons.

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 Spring.

I've followed his progress over the years.

He's quite something.

Indeed he is.

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, erm... 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 don't give a
damn about your struggles as a woman.

What can you offer that the others cannot?

Lady Roberts, your husband is appealing
against the terms of the divorce.

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

Not 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.

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 settlement.

It's your job to keep her happy.

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

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

Miss Scullet.

Inspector Blake.

I'd ask what you're doing here, but I
assume it's a better missing resource.

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 Culpepper's with the
contract.

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

I always find actions speak louder than
words.

Good day, Inspector Blake.

Scum it.

Mr Pettigrew.

Have you fallen out with the inspector?

Not at all.

You just seem rather officious and to the
point.

Inspector Blake 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 jewel.

Well, what do you think?

About what?

I've given the room a deep clean.

I'm sure your degree has
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 mail.

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, ma'am, I'm still to finish my
to-do list.

Next up, ah!

Item 37.

Rearrange Ivy's burgeoning recipe book.

My recipe book?

As I need to thank me, my
jewel, it will be a pleasure

to rearrange it into
strict alphabetical order.

Number 37.

So, have you finished your brooding?

Not quite.

That was our first argument.

It was hardly an argument.

It was more of a discussion.

One that will be resolved...

when you say sorry.

I didn't realize an apology was needed.

Well, now you do.

Then... I'm sorry.

Thank you.

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

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

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... Is this
us not talking about work?

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

What low opinion do you have of me?

Hmm.

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.

Well, I'd be happy to stay.

Or maybe some time.

Well, there's wine and...

it appears there's plenty to read.

Well, if you're sure.

Thank you.

I'll be back soon as I can.

Good evening, sir.

Willows.

Sorry to disturb your
evening, but I received

an urgent call from
Hartford Sheik and Stablery.

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 passerby.

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.

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.

Ah, yes.

Through the looking glass.

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

Yes, please.

Good morning.

I apologise for not coming back sooner.

The crime scene was more challenging than
usual.

Crime scene?

I can't get into details.

There was something of a conflict of
interest.

Is this connected to the missing resource?

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, so 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 what

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 inquired
about his services.

Clarence, I have some news.

There has 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?

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 crime scene 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 Roberts'
stables.

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
Roberts' finances, which are a muddle,

to 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 Berry has arrived.

Yes.

Send her in.

And fetch the boys, please.

Miss Berry.

Pleasure to meet you.

I'm Miss Alice Reynolds, the housekeeper.

Please, take a seat.

Thank you for seeing me at such a short
notice.

When I landed the vacancy for a nanny,
my heart soared.

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

Have you had much experience with the
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 time with the boys.

See how you get on.

There's nothing I would enjoy more.

Ah, Sebastian, Lionel.

This is Miss Berry.

She will be looking after you this
afternoon.

Best behaviour, 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.

Suggestion two, a game
where I ask you questions and

if you answer correctly,
then I reward you with sweets.

Yes.

The game it is.

Excellent.

Now, first question.

Who knows where the stables are?

Good afternoon, Fred.

Barnabas.

What are you doing here?

I come with most wonderful news,
my jewel.

Something remarkable has happened.

Mr Wormsee has apologised and given you
your job back.

Not as yet, no.

I'm referring to this.

My memoirs.

Tales of a mortuary clerk.

My Barnabas pots.

It was slow going at first, but as soon as
the dam of creativity burst open,

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

had burst open.

You've written your memoirs?

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

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

It had 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 left no stone unturned in my effort
to delight the reader.

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

Although I must confess, I'd rather tend
to better cram them before wrong.

We'll have to get you a typewriter to keep
this up.

Well, I'll keep you not 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
distort.

Autumn, 1857.

Miss Berry?

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'll hear 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 Robertson.

She suggested that you'd offered Lawson
his job back.

And you believed her?

For God's sake, man, 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 and watch!

Who the hell are you?

My name's Miss Berrier.

Inspector Blake.

You know this woman.

Well, I can explain.

What will Lord Roberts 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 difficult.

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
client is a 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 conclusions.

How does that sound?

Unacceptable.

Alexander, I appreciate this is difficult.

And if I was in your position, I would
keep my cars 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, sir.

All you are saying are words that make no
sense.

You are not explaining it clearly.

Stop waffling, man.

Be concise.

This is what 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?

Upholsterer?

Oh, Eddie Roberts.

Hello, dear.

Don't mind me.

£120 to a Mrs. Ruddy.

She runs a spa in Bath.

I was stricken with melancholy after the
divorce.

I needed to take the waters.

Of course.

But a whopping £250 to a Mr. Daniel
O'Dwyer?

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

I will not apologise 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
horse?

What on earth is that?

Eddie Roberts?

If you want your horse back, pay £300 into
locker 332 at Kings Cross Station at 8 o

'clock tomorrow night till the police and
the animal dies.

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.

£100?

Well, that's that then.

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 are acting in the most peculiar
manner.

Something is amiss.

I cannot cross 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 in
Scotland Yard.

And what about clients?

They will question where your loyalties
lie.

And what if things do not end well between
the two of you?

We've lost our main source of revenue.

I am aware of all that.

And yet still you have done it.

If our business fails, Eliza, I have
nothing.

Things were finally smooth sailing but you
are just like Mr. Nurse.

Intend on always rocking the damn boat!

Barnabas?

I'm home.

Barnabas?

You gave me a fright.

Sorry.

I was miles away.

Everything alright?

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?

Does it start with when you were a little
girl?

If you had a case that in solving would
mean harm to me and my reputation,

what would you do?

Well, if there's no dilemma, you would
come first.

Because you care about me?

Of course.

And there's your answer.

I'll take the blackmail letter to
Inspector Blake in the morning.

You're always right.

Could you please tell my husband that?

Inspector Blake?

Good morning, Ms. 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 goes well.

Would you like me to pass on a message?

The autopsy report he requested finally
came through.

I'll leave on his desk.

I'll let him know.

Good day, Ms. Scarlet.

Daniel O'Dwyer.

Good morning, sir.

It's far from good.

I've just been in with the 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 ahead.

Well, I might be able to help you with
that, sir.

The coroner's report for Jack Lawson came
through.

I've put it on your desk.

Cause of death?

Internal bleeding caused by a ruptured
liver.

There was also severe bruising on the
abdomen, in which the coroner had a theory.

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

A kick from a horse?

Exactly, sir.

Well, it was late at night on a dark
forest lane.

It could have been an accident transferring
the animal from one horse box to another.

I've looked into this Jack Lawson.

I couldn't find anything on him in
Hartfordshire where he lived, but I did

find an old arrest sheet here in the
records room.

Lawson was Irish.

He 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.

There you are, looking everywhere for me.

I have something I wanted to say and I
needed time to think.

There's no time for thinking, Lawrence.

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 it'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.

If Inspector Blank makes you happy,
then that is what is most important.

That means a great deal.

Thank you.

Have you finished?

Do I have?

What did you want to tell me?

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

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

He was wanted in Ireland for unpaid debts.

He 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.

Oh, no wonder she didn't want the police
involved in the kidnapping.

She's in 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 going 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.

And we may not receive the fee from Lady

Roberts, but the
publicity will be invaluable.

Now, the ransom note says
that the bag drop will be at eight

o'clock tonight, which gives
us seven hours until then.

But how do we find the horse?

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

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 has been
kept in that area.

We need a map.

One that shows buildings on it.

A building is big enough to hide a horse.

I'll make a detective review, Clarence.

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
lexical 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.

Well, 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 apologizing to Mr.

Wormsley, rather than waiting on him.

You want me to give up the writing?

I know the idea of apologizing
goes against your principles, but...

You want me 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, Marjol.

I know just what to do.

Mrs. Pot, have you seen Miss Scarlet?

Not today, no.

Well, I need to speak to her.

I've been to her.

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?

It's Miss Scarlet.

Where is she?

Gentlemen of the press, thank you for
coming so expeditiously.

I am Eliza Scarlet, private investigator.

As you can see, I have
found Trafalgar Spring, the

award-winning racehorse that
all London has been searching for.

Miss Scarlet, would you confirm where and
where the horse was located?

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 Scarlet 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?

Inspector Blake, where did you find the
horse?

Inspector Blake, can you give us any more
information about the horse?

Neither Miss Scarlet or myself will be
giving any further comment at this time,

as the investigation is still ongoing.

Thank you.

Thank you, James.

That's enough for today.

Thank you.

On your way.

Name your dress as a thief.

Some driver, Jack Lawson, paid to
transport the 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 Roberts,

had sold him a 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 both had some
arrangement with Daniel O'Dwyer.

But he betrayed both of you.

And intended on selling
to a breeder who would

put the horse out to
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 ransom it.

Extortion and fraud are extremely serious
offenses.

However, I am 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 the press.

I am indeed, Inspector Blake.

And what a story it would make.

However, I am 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.

Her full fee.

With a bonus for her continued silence.

I trust this is an end to the matter?

Barnabas!

I'm home!

Barnabas?

fluid ounce of... What
on earth are you doing?

Writing module.

When I left you earlier,
I went straight to the

stationers on Copborne
Lane, Quillen 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
ransom.

Well, now that 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.

The one we should stick to.

Agreed.

It's nice going out together.

I don't know this area very well.

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

If anyone should recognise this, the
tables are almost big enough to hide under.

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 case.

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

Do you tell?

So, it all started in the most bizarre
way.