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I'm not being unreasonable.

I just don't like him.

Yes, you said.

And it's not just because he took my job.

Charlie, at risk of repeating myself, that wasn't officially your job. You

only... Acting detective inspector.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

It's got nothing to do with that. Really?

I'm allowed to dislike people, you know.

Especially when they take my job.

Good morning.

Are we ready?

Yeah, Inspector Blake.

All right, let's go.

Hey! Open the door!

Good morning.

Wait.

Always better.

Spread out.

Two men to a room.

Stop.

What is it?

Nothing. I just want you to stop talking.

We've searched the premises, sir. I'm afraid we can find no...

Stop where you are.

With Scarlett.

Inspector Blake.

I can explain.

Steal off the front of the building and send word for the photographer.

Yes, sir.

So can I explain myself now?

I don't know, can you?

Before I begin, I'd like you to keep an open mind.

What I'm about to tell you will help you solve the murder.

Miss Scarlett.

We've known each other for less than two weeks, and in that brief period of

time, I have made it abundantly clear that I do not need your help.

Really?

So you notice that the victim's body is in the second stage of rigor mortis,

suggesting... A time of death between 2 o 'clock and 6 o 'clock this morning,

yes, I noticed.

And the lack of defence wounds on his arms?

Suggest a sudden attack rather than a prolonged struggle, this I already know.

What I don't know is how you ended up in a locked room with a dead man.

It's... complicated.

Eliza Scarlet, I am arresting you on suspicion of murder. All right, all

Not that complicated.

I know his name.

The dead man.

And I don't think you do.

I thought not.

I also know who put that knife in his chest and will gladly tell you here and

now, but if you insist on wasting time by taking me to Scotland Yard, logging

arrest with the duty sergeant, putting me in a cell until you can find an

available interview room, then please be my guest.

Start at the beginning.

Every detail, no matter how small.

It all began a month ago.

This is before you'd taken up your current position.

Things have been going well for my agency, both in terms of quantity and

of cases.

Extremely well, actually.

As such, I was able to rehire a former associate, a chartered accountant with

unrivaled knowledge of civil and criminal law.

My esteemed colleague, Mr Clarence Pettigrew.

alongside a variety of private clients, we'd also been enjoying the patronage of

Scotland Yard, thanks to an ongoing relationship with Detective Phelps. Miss

Scarlet, parents!

I do hope I'm not interrupting, but I require your help on a most intriguing

case. One that is tailor -made for your extraordinary talent.

Stop right there.

What? I'm quite sure Detective Phelps has never been that polite to anyone.

Deemed colleague, Mr Clarence Pettigrew. He's a convicted felon who served 18

months for fraud. I believe everyone deserves a second chance. As do I.

So please begin again, and this time with the actual truth.

Not some version of it designed to paint you in a favourable light. I resent the

accusation.

Very well. Although, for the record, Mr Pettigrew and I were at work and we did

receive a visit from Detective Phelps.

Although I may have overplayed the likeness of his mood.

Right, shut up and listen. I don't want to be here any longer than I have to.

I've got five men off sick, twice the normal caseload, and I've not slept in a

week because my missus has just given birth.

Again. May I offer my congratulations?

Only if you want a slap.

It is yours if you want it.

You wish to hire us?

If you ask me, it's a wild goose chase. Total waste of time. But it's one more

thing to get off my desk.

Lord Spencer Bowden, 4th out of Cheshire.

He went missing from 12 years ago after being accused of murdering his lover.

I remember this. This was quite the scandal at the time. The newspapers ran

it for weeks.

She was his housemaid, wasn't she?

He stabbed her through the heart.

Warrants were issued for his arrest, but he was never found.

So what's changed?

Well, apparently he's been spotted again.

This time in London.

Well, if he's evaded capture this long, he may well be moving his money across

international borders.

I'll see if I can find a trail.

I'll pay a visit to our eyewitness, Amelia Bowden.

His wife?

His daughter.

I had hoped to receive a visit from the police themselves.

My agency has been hired by Scotland Yard.

But I assure you we work to the highest professional standards.

I suppose you cannot do any worse.

It has been 12 years.

Since Edith was murdered and the police have still not found my father.

Edith was your housemaid?

I'm sure you know the whole depraved story.

Just like the rest of the world.

Do you believe your father's guilty?

I do.

That man caused so much pain to so many.

His actions drove my poor mother to an early grave. God rest her soul.

Forgive me.

There's no need to apologise, Miss Bowden.

You filed a report with the police a few days ago saying that you'd seen your

father. It was Sunday morning.

I was leaving the house to attend a sermon at St Luke's when I saw him right

across the street.

Our eyes met for a brief moment.

I was overcome by anger and...

I cannot deny a little fear.

I came inside to regain my composure, but when I looked again from the drawing

-room window, he had gone.

And you're sure it was him?

He is my father, Miss Carlet, I am sure.

And have you had any other contact with him in the time that he's been missing?

There have been letters asking for money, but they were fraudulent,

to be my father.

His notoriety is widespread.

That is the shame he has brought on our family.

He made us pariahs, destroyed our name, our reputation.

You must find him before he does more harm.

I've hot shepherd's pie for tea.

Fine. I'll talk to myself then. How are you, Ivy? A bit tired, actually.

Been on my feet all day, but thanks for asking.

Sorry.

You're with Mars, are you? Yes, I gathered that.

Oh, I almost forgot.

This came for you today.

Postmarks from New York.

Well, aren't you going to read it?

Yes. In private.

I felt through the relevance of it.

You asked for every detail. Every detail related to the case.

What is this letter to do with anything?

Well, the letter was from your predecessor, Inspector Wellington.

He stated that he'd been offered a permanent position in the New York

Department and with it a promotion to superintendent.

A position he'd never be offered in London, so it's good news indeed.

Why was he writing to you?

Well, we're, um... We're old friends.

Which was why I was so pleased for him. In fact, I was more than pleased for

him. I was delighted.

I don't believe you.

Well, Inspector Wellington and I are old friends of both, I was delighted for

him. I don't believe you know anything that can help with this investigation.

I think you're stalling for time.

I'm not entirely sure why.

Yet.

Right, I'm taking you to Scotland Yard. We'll start with obstruction of justice

and go from there. The dead man's name is Jonathan Harbourn. He lives at...

215 Cable Street. If you send someone to that address, you'll find proof of his

identity.

215 Cable Street.

Detective Fitzroy.

Sir.

I need to go straight to this address.

Yes, sir. Take Irvin and Phelps with you and report back immediately with the

findings. Yes, sir. Of course, sir.

Oh, Lucy.

I wish there was something I could say to make you feel better.

There's nothing to say.

These are not coming back.

Do you remember what your father used to say?

Only hopeless people cry.

And you're not without hopelessness.

You've a whole future ahead of you.

He used to say that no more tears or there'd be no supper.

But there always was.

Oh, Lizzie.

Clarence, I thought you had a day off.

Yes, I had plans to, but... I don't think that's the change. I had a day of

to do.

Is everything all right?

I heard the news about Inspector Wellington, and I thought that the day

days was not the time for you to be in the office alone.

I've spoken to you.

Clarence, I'm perfectly well. Yes, yes, yes, you will say that you are fine, but

we both know that that is not true.

So I've given this a great deal of thought, and it is my belief that at

moment in time, company may be of some degree of comfort to you.

Quiet, or even silent company, since I'm a man who is at a loss to know what to

say when it comes to matters of the heart.

In fact, I'm rather out of my depth even expressing this much.

Well, in that case, thank you, Clarence.

Well, there was something I wanted to talk to you about.

Oh, God.

It's not that.

It's about Detective Phelps.

He hired us to work the Bowdoin case, but he was only over a temporary

appointment. And now that Inspector Wellington will not be returning, it's

belief that Charlie Phelps will be replaced by a permanent candidate.

And you worry that the new man will take him off the case. Exactly.

We need to find out who's going to replace Phelps, but who might know that?

I can think of one person.

Phil, I can't believe you're allowed to use this office.

Well, I'm not exactly allowed.

In fact, the governor has no idea.

It's too little financial arrangement I have with the warden here.

You have a warden in your pay?

You could go to prison for that, Patrick.

So how are you, Liza? I'm here because I need your brain.

My brain is always at your disposal. You know that?

Inspector Wellington won't be returning from New York.

So they're here.

And I wish to know who will be his permanent replacement.

I doubt very much it'll be Phelps.

Your instincts are correct.

Smart money is on a detective inspector from Bristol.

by the name of Alexander Blake.

Not too much is known about him, but he has an excellent reputation.

Hardworking, honest, all the worst things a man can be.

He's like his army.

Officer. Oh, and there's something else.

Something you will not like.

Go on.

He doesn't use private detectives.

He halved the crime rate in Bristol just by using his own men.

Still, if anyone can change his mind...

Well, I'll see what I can do.

That was most helpful. Thank you, Patrick.

He asked you to join him in New York, didn't he?

Your inspector.

But if he'd gone, it would have been as his wife.

A superintendent can't have a wife who's a private detective.

You'd have been forced to give up everything you've worked so hard for.

You know so much. Why are you in prison?

It's a question I ask myself every day.

You were telling me of Inspector Wellington's departure and how it

this case.

I was contracted by Detective Phelps to find the fugitive Lord Bowden, and when

Detective Phelps was replaced by you, I wished to know if that contract was

still valid, which is why I came to see you at Scotland Yard.

I assume you remember.

Oh, I remember.

Good morning, Eliza. Good morning.

I trust you're well?

I'm quite well, thank you. What brings you here?

Oh, I wish to see Inspector Blake. I believe he begins work today.

Yes, that's correct.

Just before you go in... Oliver, please.

I will miss Inspector Wellington, and I'm sure you will too, but he's made his

decision to stay in New York, and we must respect that.

I thank you for your kindness, but as I said, I'm quite well.

I was actually just going to say, Inspector Blake is in a different

You'll find it upstairs on the first floor.

Oh.

Well.

Thank you.

Oh, um, Inspector Blake, I presume.

May I congratulate you on your new position?

From what I hear, it's well -deserved.

And you are?

My name's Miss Eliza Scarlet. I've come to update you on the Lord Broden case.

I was hired by Scotland Yard to investigate the recent sighting. You

detective agency?

I own a detective agency.

And I...

This might be a good opportunity to outline the history of my work in

relationship with your predecessors.

In here are numerous case reports, letters of reference, and, as you see,

newspaper clippings showing... I'm afraid you're wasting your time. I do

engage in the service of the private detectives. Well, may I at least present

the progress I've made on the Bowdoin case? My officers will deal with it.

However, if you have a contract, you will be paid for your work so far.

But that is all.

Good day.

I'm sure it would take anyone time to understand the unique challenges of the

50%. So, while you're finding your feet, why not turn to those who've been

working here for some time?

That is a fair point, and I will take it under consideration.

Should I change my mind, I will contact you immediately.

Are you just saying that so that I leave?

Yes.

Scarlet, as I've already said...

Miss Gullet, I have found through bitter experience that private investigators

do not compare to professional police officers.

I do not trust them, I do not use them, I do not need them.

It's not my intention to be rude.

You're doing a wonderful job of it. Please shut the door on the way out.

It's the first visit to go, I must confess. It was not ideal.

Not unless you'd planned to irritate and insult me. I didn't insult you.

My mistake. It must have been the other female detective I spoke to that day.

I assume there's a reason you're telling me all this, given I was present.

I severed your contract so you were determined to find a clue that proved

been short -sighted and would be compelled to rehire you on the case?

Something like that.

Go on.

The day after we met, I went to visit Amelia Bowden again, which is when I

learned about the break -in.

When did this happen?

Last night.

I came home to find the house had been ransacked.

What's been taken?

Family silver, jewellery, works of art, all gone.

He even took my mother's wedding ring.

He?

My father.

This is why he came back.

He has no doubt run out of money and now has to resort to stealing from his own

flesh and blood.

Are you sure it was your father?

There is a safe in what used to be his study. It was opened using the

combination lock.

You said you were out at the time of the robbery. Were your servants not at

home? These days I have only a single housemaid.

She does not wish to live on the premises.

She's superstitious.

My father committed murder in the servant's bedroom.

Stolen items.

Some family silver jewellery, artwork by Gainsborough.

Let's head back to the office.

We'll file our next steps.

We need a plan.

There's nothing I like more than a plan.

You and me both, Clarence.

That and a good to -do list.

Oh, yes.

That too.

So, poor Bowdoin needs money quickly.

We could make inquiries on the less salubrious end of the pawn shop market.

Yeah, poor Bowdoin won't go to any pawn shopping.

Serious money.

A pawn shop will offer you a fifth of the face value, and that's if you're

lucky. But there are places...

You could get a lot more.

And you know such a place?

I might, but... Well, it's not the kind of place I'm used to going to

personally. I'm sure it'll be fine. How bad can it be?

A client of Mr Nash told me about this place.

I didn't realise it was quite so earthy.

There is a coded message we need to give in order to gain entry.

I think I can remember it.

You think?

Good evening.

I'm a friend of one Jen Glynn and I have a gift for his daughter

His daughter The

hump this

should be enough for the whole family

It's an awful risk for him to show up

in person.

Unless he's desperate.

Do you have a photograph?

No.

Not a recent one. He's been gone for 12 years.

Makes a nice change from being in the office, doesn't it?

I must confess, I'm enjoying it rather more than I thought I would.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and thank you for coming to what may be our

most intriguing event for some time.

Let us begin with lot number one.

Lot 14 is at £120.

Any more?

Sold for £120.

14 lots, still nothing.

What if Lord Bowden hasn't even heard of this place?

Next we come to Lot 15, an exquisite solid silver Robert Cain carving set

with an array of jewellery with verified artwork from Mr Thomas

Gainsborough. I mean, he bought them for some of the pieces stolen by

Gainsborough. Due to the unique nature of these items, the bidding will open at

£600.

600. Thank you, sir.

Any more?

600. 605.

If he's here, he may give himself away.

610.

615.

615.

I'm not sure, Bea. I'm familiar even with Mark.

625. There's something about him.

I can't believe he's on it.

640.

640. See? See what?

He's involved in it. I can sense it. Any more?

What is reaction when the bidding goes up?

700. 700.

Any more?

700 pounds.

Any more on 700?

Going once.

Going twice.

750.

A most generous offer from the lady at the back. 750.

Do I hear 760?

May I ask a question?

Yes.

What happens if you win?

The bidding is at 750 from the lady at the back.

750 going once.

Going twice.

Sold to the lady at the back.

I take it you don't have 750 pounds.

Who the hell are you?

I could ask you the same question.

No, no, no, please. I can explain.

You're making a mistake. I'm working for Scotland Yard.

I should be here.

War you out.

Surely may Gojanda sing Ming her teacher.

Put them in the wagon.

Yes, sir.

Sir! Yes?

Miss Scarlett.

What are you doing here?

Well, the same as you, no doubt.

But I now have information that's vital to this case. Which is?

I just don't feel inclined to share it.

Not unless you honour our original agreement and hire my agency.

That's blackmail. That's business.

Not for you, it isn't.

The man who was here to sell the stolen goods, it wasn't Lord Bowden.

Did you see him?

Perhaps I did, perhaps I didn't.

man I saw run away as any of these.

You sure?

A person.

I didn't recognize him. I wish I could remember from where.

You're persistent, Miss Pellett. I'll give you that.

Even your compliments sound like insults.

Quite a skill.

Can I ask you something?

Why don't I hire private detectives?

I have had numerous bad experiences over the years.

I hired one firm who were working for myself and the criminals I was

investigating.

Another had found key evidence and withheld it for weeks to bump up their

fee. I could give you countless other examples, but the point is, I do not

respect the profession.

There are exceptions in every line of work.

Such as yourself.

There's much about me that you don't know.

I know enough.

And what have you gleaned from the two occasions that we've met?

That you're ambitious and determined.

You'd have to be to get this far.

You believe the ends justify the means, and as that, you're willing to bend the

truth to get what you want.

And on the frequent occasions when you do lie, you give yourself away with a

distinct tell.

I do not have a tell.

You affect a frown before you speak, as if you were lost in thought, searching

for the right turn of phrase, when in fact you know exactly what it is you're

going to say.

Interesting.

Wrong.

But interesting.

Anything else?

The pockets on the side of your dress.

You use them as a psychological crutch.

When you stand with your hands inside them as a man might, it projects an

confidence which often you do not feel on the inside.

You'll allow me to reply in kind?

Be my guest.

You moved your office from downstairs.

Simple, but effective show of dominance, making people have to walk upstairs to

see you.

Dominance?

Mr Darwin would be impressed.

But sadly, you're wrong. No, I just prefer the view from here.

You can see the Thames and the pools.

You have an impressive array of classic novels.

Dickens, Hardy, Tolstoy.

From the pristine condition of the covers, I fear that you don't return to

often.

You read for self -improvement, not for pleasure.

There's one exception.

Treasure Island.

Clearly a favoured poem, suggesting a hidden desire for adventure and

That's not mine.

Have I offended in some way? I don't think anything I said was... Go through

mugshots again from the beginning. He may have missed something.

But the man I saw isn't in there, I'm certain. Then we have no further

Good night, Miss Garland.

After the rather unceremonious way you bid me goodnight, I went back to my

office to consult the Bowdoin file.

I felt sure I was missing something, and indeed I was.

The man we were trying to identify that night is the same man who lies dead

upstairs with a knife in his heart.

Jonathan Harbourn. There's a reason why I couldn't find him amongst your

mugshots. He had no criminal record, but now I know where I've seen him before.

It was in the case file.

Jonathan Harbourn was Lord Bowdoin's ballet.

When Detective Fitzroy returns, no doubt he'll confirm it.

There are photographs and correspondence between the two men at Hardman's house.

But in the meantime, I imagine you'd like to know who the killer is.

Shall we?

After the murder of their housemaid, Lord Bowden fled, taking most of his

fortune with him.

His wife and daughter were forced to dismiss most of their servants,

Jonathan Harbourn.

How did you know he was here?

Well, my colleague Clarence was also at the underground auction when you carried

out your raid.

He was able to escape by a side exit.

And when he found himself outside...

He followed him to that address at Cable Street, the same address

that I gave you earlier.

On searching that property, we found details of this abandoned building.

I assume it was his backup plan, should he need somewhere to hide.

All of which led us here, where we found him dead.

The knife, you will have noticed, is made of pure silver.

The hallmark on the side reads...

City of London, 1836, Robert Kane, a well -renowned silversmith.

Does that hallmark sound familiar to you?

It matches the dining set stolen from the Bowdoin residence.

Stolen items that were never sold, thanks to the raid you carried out at

auction.

The silver dining set, the jewellery, everything was returned to its original

owner. Amelia Bowdoin.

She arranged for Harborne to burgle her house.

Presumably he'd be paid for the auction proceeds.

I can only imagine that they...

It fell out somehow. Perhaps he was blackmailing her, but it was Amelia

who thrust that knife into his chest.

I don't believe that her father had anything to do with this.

I suspect she used his name as a smokescreen to hide her own involvement.

My colleague Clarence left here shortly before you arrived.

He hired two associates who are more versed in the physical side of our

business, and by now they will have apprehended Miss Bowden and taken her to

Scotland Yard.

In fact, they may even be there already, so we should make our way back there

now. Amelia Bowden is indeed at Scotland Yard, but she did not arrive with your

Mr. Pettigrew.

I arrested her at six o 'clock this morning, two hours before I came here.

What? Allow me to explain.

After the raid on the auction, the question was who to interview first.

Some men will not talk no matter what they're threatened with.

But there are others who would sell their own children to stay out of

I shouldn't be here.

I often find the way to make people talk is to do very little talking myself.

I don't know anything about Lord Bowden.

I suppose there are some people I could ask.

I will make some inquiries and come back next week.

That would be most appreciated.

All right, but not here. My life would not be worth living if people knew I was

a snitch.

Mr. Grint arranged to meet me the following night in a local public house

the beer is most certainly watered down.

He had made contact with the man in question.

You sure it was him?

Where did you find him?

He found me.

He wanted to know when the next auction was.

He said he had more things to sell.

Did he give a name?

No, but...

Whilst we were talking, we were interrupted by a lady, well -spoken,

upset and angry.

They didn't want to speak in front of me, so they went outside.

But I followed them.

And? And they were arguing.

She accused him of stealing her things and demanded them back.

She said the agreement was off. Well, the man just laughed and said that he

going to tell them whether she liked it or not. But this time he was going to...

He was going to keep all the money to himself.

There was nothing she could do about it.

Can you describe this woman?

It was Amelia Bowden.

Which also matched up with my other line of inquiry.

One which I'm certain your Mr. Pettigrew would have discovered.

Well, that she recently renewed her insurance policy for three times the

previous value.

The police raid on the auction meant Miss Bowden received all her possessions

back. But Harbourn wasn't happy that the deal hadn't come to fruition, so he

stole them from her again to sell elsewhere.

And like he said, this time he intended to keep all the money himself.

And Miss Bowden got her revenge?

Rerated her house at dawn.

The housemaid told us she'd been out late last night and had come back in an

agitated state.

Sir.

She was arrested and taken straight to Scotland Yard.

How did you find out about this place?

She confess?

Hasn't said a word.

There's a hackneyed carriage stand around the corner from her home.

We spoke to a driver who picked her up late last night.

He told us about this address.

Miss Bowden knew Harborne used this place to hide stolen goods, so she came

to find him.

Well, the rest you know.

I take it you closed the door to the attic to delay my finding you. Well, I

hoped to give Clarence a head start, but now I realise it was all a waste of

time. Not completely.

I didn't know the identity of Jonathan Harborne.

You'd have found out soon enough.

Perhaps.

What happens now? Will I be charged with obstruction of justice?

There will be no charge.

This time. Sir.

This side first, please.

There are details on the murder weapon that need to be clear.

If you wouldn't mind.

Ivy? Ivy?

I see more of you now than I did when I was a free man.

Surely you have better places to be.

Sadly not.

Well, I was supposed to be playing poker with a rather odd fellow on D Block.

Although probably best to cancel.

I'm not entirely sure what he's in for.

I heard about the Bowdoin investigation.

Is that what's troubling you?

There'll be other cases.

You'll get by, you always do.

I'm not interested in getting by.

Getting by isn't enough, not anymore.

These two have been worthwhile.

What does?

All of it, Patrick.

I have to live a life alone, and I need to excel in my chosen profession and

have some lasting success. Otherwise, what has it all been for?

I know what you're going to say.

You do?

Well, there are plenty of married people with families who are always so lonely.

Well, I wasn't going to take that, but it is a valid point.

The journey to success will always be more fulfilling than reaching the

destination. I wasn't going to say that either, but I really wish I had.

I probably shouldn't think about it too much, because no one is satisfied all

the time.

I really do need to start writing this down.

What were you going to say, then?

That perhaps you should set your sights on short -term goals.

Such as?

Getting drunk and playing poker.

Is that the best you have to offer? You might win.

Only if you let me shovel the debt.

Are you insinuating that I would cheat somehow?

Yes, Patrick.

Yes, I am.