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Do you have dinner plans
this week?

No, nothing as 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. That.

What does that mean?

I've given that investigation to
Culpepper'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 favoritism.

But it'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.

Well, they were big
investigations.

I needed lots of resources.

I'm just reminding you that
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.

Ivy and Mr. Potts
will be back soon.

Sneaking out the back door
in the dead of night.

I feel 15 again.

Are you brooding?

- No.
- Are you sure?

I'm perfectly fine.

See you tomorrow night?

You will.

Marvelous.

Marvelous.

Oh, the post is here.
I'll get it!

Careful!

Oh.

Still nothing from Mr. Wormsley?

I would have thought he'd come
to his senses by now

and apologized.

He's a stubborn man.

A bit like someone else I know.

Oh, he'll apologize soon enough.

Then I will be back at work
before you can say

'cadaveric spasm.'

Uh, that's a post-mortem
condition whereby...

Tell me later. I don't
want to be late for work.

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

Oh. I am sorry, Barnabus.

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. Mwah.

Right. The 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 alright for
a copper to be

romantically involved with
a lady he works with?

Why do you ask?

If you have something to say,
Detective Willows, 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 wanted to
check with you first.

I'm not her father,
Detective Willows.

What you do in your free time

is your own business.

Thank you, Sir.

Right, I'm off to Hertfordshire,

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.

Uh, uh, as are mine.

I've also had other thoughts
about how

it could be monetized.

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 horse's 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.
- Hmm.

Well, 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 foal with her own money,

and the court found in favor.

The horse was being kept
at Lord Roberts' 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.

Bravo, Clarence.

But we must proceed
with caution.

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

That 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.

He practically glides across
the turf.

Have you seen him race?

I haven't, Sir, no.

Oh. What kind of policeman
are you?

I thought you lot were always at
the track.

You were telling me about
the night of the theft.

Oh, 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 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.

No, 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
Culpepper'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 what...
- I don't give a damn

about your struggles as a woman.

What can you offer that
the others cannot?

Lady Roberts,

uh, 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.

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 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 Scarlet.

Inspector Blake.

I need to ask what
you're doing here,

but I assume it's about
a missing racehorse?

You wish to acquire Lady Roberts
as a client?

You assume correctly,

and I can happily report that
we were successful.

Beating wh... who was it,
Clarence?

Malone's and Culpepper's
to 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.

Miss Scarlet.

Mr. Pettigrew.

Have you fallen out
with the inspector?

Not at all.

You just seemed 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.

Barnabus?

Ha.

Ah! Good evening, my jewel.

Well, what do you think?

About what?

I've given the room
a deep clean.

I'm sure you would agree
it's transformed,

uh, uh, 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 matter, I'm still to
finish my to-do list.

Uh, next up, ah, item 37.

Rearrange Ivy's burgeoning
recipe book.

My recipe book!?

There's no need to thank me,
my jewel.

It'll be a pleasure to
rearrange it

into strict alphabetical order.

Item 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 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...

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 a low opinion
you have of me.

Hmm.

Inspector Blake.

Telegram.

Thank you.

I'm afraid our evening's going
to be cut short.

Detective Willows has requested
my assistance.

I'm gonna go next door and ask
Mrs. Bambury to watch Sophia.

Well, I'd be happy to stay.

I may be 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 as soon as I can.

Hmm.

Hmm.

- Good evening, Sir.
- Willows.

Sorry to disturb your evening,

but I received an urgent call

from Hertfordshire 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 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?

Let's 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 apologize for not
coming back sooner.

The crime scene was more
challenging than usual.

Crime scene?

I can't go into details.

There is 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, 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 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 rumor.

But I heard that my husband

had inquired 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 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.

Ah. 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 short notice.

Hm.

When I learned of 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 children?

I've worked for three
wonderful families.

- Oh.
- 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
spend some time with the boys?

See how you get on.

There's nothing I would
enjoy more.

Hm. Ah, Sebastian. Lionel.

This is Miss Berry.

She will be looking after you
this afternoon.

Best behavior, please.

Good afternoon, boys.

Now, I have two suggestions

as to how 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?

Afternoon, Fred.

Barnabus, what are you
doing here?

I come with the most
wonderful news, my jewel.

Something remarkable has
happened.

Mr. Wormsley's apologized
and given you your job back.

Not as yet, no.

I'm referring to this.
My memoirs.

Tales of a Mortuary Clerk

by Barnabus Potts.

Oh, it was slow going at first,

but as soon as the dam of
creativity burst open, then...

then words just cascaded from
my mind,

like, like water from a dam
that, as I say, had burst open.

You've written your memoirs?

Yeah. Are you not always
telling me

what fascinating
tales I possess?

Mm-mm.

Well, now, I've put them on

the page for all to read.

Begun to anyway, uh, this is
just the first chapter.

Spring, 1857.

I would, um, welcome
any thoughts

or suggestions you may have.

A...a... 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 to
a rather intense

bout of cramp in my forearm.

Well, we 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, 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 installment.

Autumn, 1857.

Miss Berry?

What on earth are
you doing in here?

And where are the boys?

H...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 that 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
rumors about her,

anything is possible.

I spoke to Lady Roberts,
and she suggested

that you'd offered
Lawson his job 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
to...

What the devil?

Give me... give me back my...

Stop this at once!

Who the hell are you?

My name's Miss Berry, uh...

Inspector Blake.

You know this woman?

W...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 agreed 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 cards

close to my chest too.

Not that I'll 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.

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, um,
I just need a little more time

to fully understand
your finances.

Well, 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,
um, 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, Lady Roberts.

No, don't mind me.

Um, a...a... £120 to
a... a Mrs. Ruddy.

She runs a spa in Bath.

I was stricken with melancholy
after divorce.

I needed to take the waters.

Ah yes, of course. Um, uh,
bu... bu... 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 apologize
for having a kind heart,

and I do not appreciate being
questioned in this way.

Oh, it's, it's just that if I am
going to help,

I do need to go through every
detail of your finances.

And you. What have you found out
about my missing horse?

What on earth is that?

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.

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 am missing something.

You're acting in the most
peculiar manner.

Something is amiss.

I cannot cross Inspector Blake,

and that's final.
- 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 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. Nash,

intent on always
rocking the damn boat!

Barnabus?

I'm home.

Barnabus?

Oh!

Oh, 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 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, 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.

Well, that never bodes well.

Mm.

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.

Good day, Miss 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,

on 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 horsebox to another.

I've looked into this
Jack Lawson.

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

but I did find an old arrest
sheet here in the records room.

Lawson was Irish.

Came to London 10 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.

You say you left the files
on my desk?

I left it right there with
Miss Scarlet.

Miss Scarlet was here?

Ah! There you are.

I've been looking everywhere
for you.

Ah, uh, I...there's 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.

Very well.

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, uh,

and you mean an awful
lot to me, too.

You are a, a good friend, Eliza.

It's surprising how few friends
I was left with

once I had a criminal record.

Thank you.

But 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 did you want to tell me?

So, this 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 debts.

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.

Well, 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 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.

That and the confidential file
you stole from his desk.

I'll worry about that later.

We have a horse to find first.

Now, 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 8 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,

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 north-west London.

I'd bet money that the horse

is being kept in that area.

Hmm.

We need a map.

One that shows buildings on it.

Buildings big enough to hide
a horse.

We'll make a detective of you
yet, Clarence.

Good afternoon, my jewel.

You really should have
woken me this morning.

Well, I didn't want to
disturb you.

You looked 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 lexal 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... it is rather long.

There's a lot of detail about
the management

of the mortuary budget.

Oh. 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 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.

Barnabus, you're a wonderful
writer.

Hm.

But these twinges can
start small,

and before you know it,

you have an acute condition.

Look at my mother's gout.

Hm.

Perhaps you are right,
my jewel.

I know just what to do.

Ah.

Mrs. Potts, have you seen
Miss Scarlet?

Uh, not today, no.

Well, I need to speak to her.
I've been to, uh, 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, could
you confirm

when 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?

Miss Scarlet?
Miss Scarlet.

Is this disappearance
financially motivated?

Inspector Blake, can you give us

any more information
about the thief?

Neither Miss Scarlet or myself

will be giving any further
comment

at this time,

as the investigation is still
ongoing.

Thank you.

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

Thank you. On your way.

Name and address of the 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.

We are not suggesting that you
yourselves 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 for himself

and ransom it.

Extortion and fraud are
extremely serious offenses.

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 the 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.

Her full fee.

With a bonus for her
continued silence.

I trust this is an end
to the matter?

Barnabus!

I'm home!

Barnabus?

One fluid ounce of...

What on earth are you doing?

Writing, my jewel.

When I left you earlier,

I went straight to
the stationers

on Copthorne Lane,
Quill and Quandary.

They had a typewriter there
on sale,

for half the usual price.

Oh! 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?

Oh! Ah!

Ah. One fluid ounce of iodine.

You know, you could have told me
about the ransom.

What? 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 this area
very well.

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

And if anyone should
recognize us,

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.

Oh.

Oh, to hell with it.

When I say the burglary
went wrong,

I mean it went
spectacularly wrong.

Do tell.

So, it all started

in a most bizarre way.