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Thank you very much. To Barnabas

on a well deserved promotion.

Chief Clark. Can you believe it?

Congratulations, brother. Mr.

Potts, congratulations. Thank

you, my dear. Thank you. Not one

five are the mortaries. He's in

charge of three, my dear, not

five, as I believe I've

mentioned before. You're very

kind to take us out for dinner,

Mr. Potts. The menu looks quite

delicious, particularly the

Chateaubriand. It is my

pleasure. And please feel free

to choose anything at all. Up to

a cost of 3 shillings each.

That wine is rather expensive,

my dear. Perhaps you wish to

savor it rather than Barnabas.

The most exciting thing that's

happened to me all week is

saving a spider from the kitchen

sink. I've been looking forward

to this dinner all week. So

please let me enjoy myself.

With the compliments of the

gentleman at table six. Madam.

Oh, for me? Private detectives.

That's the Chairman. And the

Deputy chairman, no less. Just

to be clear, this is not going

on my bear, is it? Would you

excuse me a moment? Of course.

Gentlemen, I. I wanted to thank

you for your most kind gesture.

You are most welcome, Ms.

Scarlett. Allow me to introduce

myself. My name is Edmund

Fletcher. I'm chair of the Guild

of Private Detectives. And this

is our deputy chair, Archibald

Spilsbury. Please.

Thank you.

Well, this is most fortuitous.

We were only discussing you this

morning. You were? We would very

much like you to join our

number. Well, that would be an

honor. Indeed. The patronage of

the Guild would be most welcome.

There is one small matter we

need to discuss before

confirming your membership. It

concerns the new detective

Inspector of Scotland Yard.

Inspector Blake. What about him?

He is intent on sticking to the

ludicrous notion of not using

private detectives.

Fortunately, we have an ace up

our sleeve. You, Miss Scarlet?

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

Inspector Blake has refused to

meet us to discuss his misguided

policy. But we believe you have

crossed paths with him several

times already. The role of

detective Inspector requires a

whiter than white reputation.

And yet Inspector Blake has been

alone with you on several

occasions.

You didn't just happen to be

here this evening, did you?

Make an accusation of lewd

behavior on his part? Perhaps he

suggested certain favors in

return for employment or try to

force himself upon you.

Do this and you will be granted

membership of the guild with all

the benefits that comes with it.

Forgive me if I toast your

health with water.

Unfortunately, I'm teetotal on

the direction of a doctor who is

determined to take all pleasure

from me. So, Ms. Scarlet, do we

have a deal?

No, we most Certainly do not,

Sam.

Thank you.

You're supposed to be dressed

and ready for school. I don't

like it there, Papa. The girls

If you go to school, I promise

we shall have dinner together

this evening. And I shall tell

you everything about my day,

including all the bad men I

arrest. Promise? Promise.

Good morning, my Joel Barnabas.

Just in time. Breakfast is

ready. It's the first day in my

new role as chief clerk and a

much needed stock take is

required at Algate Mortuary. So

I came by to inform you I will

not be partaking in breakfast

this morning. But I've made it.

Now, that's a hole in the

sleeve. You've timed your dude

down it again. What have you

been doing? Well, if I told you,

you'd only worry Mr. Boss. Ms.

Scarlett. I really do not have

time to eat, my dear. Very well.

Off you go then, ladies. Sit

down, have some breakfast. I

don't have time either. Let's

go. Will you be home for dinner?

Lucy?

Good morning, Inspector Blake.

Are you aware of the convention

of knocking, Ms. Scarlet? But I

did knock. You were then

supposed to wait to be invited

in. I have an urgent matter to

discuss with you about the Guild

of Private Detectives. They are

far from happy about your

current policy regarding private

investigators. Please tell me

you're not here on their behalf.

Nothing could be fair from the

truth. But the Guild have money

and influence they've taken

against you and will stop at

nothing to undermine your

Why are you telling me this

exactly? Well, I thought you

should know. So you're giving me

this information out of the

goodness of your heart? There's

nothing you want in return?

Absolutely not. Of course it

benefits me to be on good terms

with the Detective Inspector.

There we have it. If you must

know, they insulted me deeply.

The Guild chairman and his

lackey asked me to ask me to

make certain accusations about

you. What kind of accusations?

It is good indeed to finally

meet you, Inspector. I did try a

number of times to make your

acquaintance, but sadly you were

unavailable. We have something

in common. We both served in the

Royal Engineers. Best years of

my life. Even with the war

wounds, I did not come here to

share war stories. I came here

to make myself crystal clear in

person. I will run my division

in whatever way I see fit. And

no threat or attempt at

blackmail will have any effect

on any decision I take. I do

hope I've made myself clear,

Mr. Fletcher.

Oh, I see the lady detective has

paid you a visit. I trust this

is an end to the matter. I'm

afraid it's not try to look at

it from my perspective. I have

been chairman of the guild these

past 17 years, and in that time

I've enjoyed the full support of

all our members, 2,000 of them,

no less. And above all,

my duty is to ensure that

their businesses thrive. If I

fail in that duty,

then I look weak.

I cannot afford to look weak,

Inspector. My heart bleeds for

you. You have

a daughter, do you not? If for

some unfortunate reason, you

were to lose your job, she would

feel the consequences too. And

as a father, surely you must be

concerned about her welfare.

Very well. I shall hire a

private detective starting

tomorrow. Glad to hear it.

I'll see a list of the

preferred. No need. I have

someone in mind. The lady

detective. Unfortunately, Ms.

Scarlet is not a member of the

Guild. Yes, that is

unfortunate,

Scarlett. It certainly early,

extremely early. I received your

telegram last evening and I'm

here to be your service. What

case should I be working on?

Background checks for a new

clerical office. I also need you

to interview and assess the

candidates for their

suitability. We need women who

are experienced and, more

important, trustworthy. They

will be dealing with highly

confidential files. I set up a

similar office in Bristol and it

worked rather well. Here is a

list of candidates. They'll be

here at 11. But this isn't

quite exactly what I was

expecting. I thought you'd hired

me to work on an actual case.

This room will be vital to the

smooth running of Scotland Yard.

It will free up my detectives

from administration duties. Ms.

Scarlett. Is that a scowl? No,

no, it's not a scowl. I'm merely

thinking, this is the job I'll

hire you to do. Do it or don't

do it. It's up to you.

My name is Cynthia Quinn. I'm 24

years old. I've worked in three

offices, two solicitors, one

accountancy firm, all of which

would have no hesitation in

their recommendation of me. And

you've had a similar clerical

role before? I have.

And you've trained in shorthand?

Absolutely. And you've worked

full time before? Many times.

And I see here that your

previous positions, where she,

like, put the others. What

There's just so many of them.

And more come tomorrow and the

day after that. It was just the

interviews. God knows how long

the background checks would

take. I thought this is what you

wanted, Inspector Blake to hire

you. And it is. And I'm trying

my best to do as he asks, to

play by his rules, forge a

working relationship. I can't

help but feeling that this

specific task is, well, not

exactly beneath Me beneath you.

Do you know what I did today?

Ironing, then laundry, then more

ironing. So sitting in Scotland

Yard at a nice shiny desk

interviewing clever, ambitious

women is not the worst thing in

the world. And you should be

pleased. You're helping those

young ladies make something of

themselves. Whatever happened?

In my day, we found a nice man

and settled down. I'm allowed to

change my mind.

You don't see him yourself

lately, is all.

Well, yes.

No.

I don't know.

Barnabas has got his new job.

You. You're always up to

something different. For me,

every day's the same. You see?

Now I've worried you. This is

why people should keep things to

themselves. I'm going to make

dinner. What can I do to cheer

you up? I know. I'll cook her

cinnamon this evening. I thought

you wanted to cheer me up.

Good morning, Miss Scarlett.

Oh, Detective Fitzroy. How are

you? Very well, thank you. You

seem to have your hands full at

the moment. If you need any

assistance, let me know. Oh,

you wish to help me interview a

group of attractive young women?

Oh, no, no, that's not. I was

merely eyewitnessing. Sir.

Message from Inspector Blake.

I'm to meet him at 25 Girton

Street. That sounds familiar.

It's the Guild of Private

Detectives. A dead body has been

found. Whose?

You say it was found by? Clark.

What time? Eight o' clock this

morning, sir. Thank you.

Continue taking statements.

Sir.

Sir. Good, you're here. Right.

Why have you brought me?

Scarlet? I've had recent

dealings with this man. I've

come to help. My question was

addressed to Detective Fitzroy.

I believe she may be of

assistance. And as Miss Scarlett

said, she's had recent dealings

with the deceased. We will

discuss this later. This is

Fletcher's appointment book. I

want to speak to everyone he met

yesterday. Yes, sir. And same

word to the City Mortuary. I

want a full list of the poisons

they can test for. Right away,

sir. Poisons, you say? That

would explain the sickly sweet

smell. Yes, I know. And no other

signs of trauma apart from his

puncture wound. From a syringe,

I would guess. But there doesn't

seem to be one present again. I

know. Chateau Le Maitre.

The man had expensive taste,

which is curious. Says he didn't

drink. You didn't know that,

did you? Miss Scarlet, if you

did not return to your duties,

the duties that I'm paying you

for, our contract will be

terminated. Is that understood?

Very well. You know

where I am if you need me. I do.

And I won't.

Morning, Arthur. Morning, Ivy.

The usual? Am I that

predictable? See you tomorrow.

Thank you.

Are you here for the interview,

Miss Kingston?

The butcher's is next door. It.

Thank you again for coming in.

It's nice to meet you.

Is now a good time? Yes. I have

no more interviews until

tomorrow. Just a few more days

of this amazing will be done.

Thank goodness it is paid work

after all. It's not the point,

Clarence. I had hoped for the

opportunity to dazzle Inspector

Blake. Dazzle? Yes, to show him

my worth. To put down a marker

for future engagements. Well,

there are many ways to dazzle

someone. I for one cannot fail

to be impressed with a well

presented audit numbers. They

can have a poetry to them.

Anyway, I'll get back to the

matter in hand. I've been

working on the background checks

for yesterday's candidates.

Most of them have come back

clean. But there is one

applicant that caught my

attention. Cynthia Quinn.

Cynthia Quinn. She was one of

the first applicants that I

interviewed. There are

irregularities in her work

history. Ms. Quinn cites three

previous employers, all of which

seem to be legitimate.

Registered at Companies House.

But on further investigation, I

discovered they are in fact

bogus. In what way? Well,

companies are registered, but

they do not actually exist. And

the paperwork provides a trail

that leads back to a private

detective business. Malone's

Investigation Agency. Well,

that wasn't mentioned on her

list of previous employers.

It.

So you're the Deputy Chairman of

the Guild. And I've been these

last 10 years. I confess, in all

that time there's been nothing

so shocking as the events of

these last few hours. Mr.

Fletcher was not just my

superior, he was my friend.

When was the last time you saw

him? Last night in his office.

He was seeking re election as

chairman. He and I were

discussing his campaign. His

campaign? The election is every

four years. But it was always a

fait accompli with Edmund. He

won every time, no matter who

stood against him. According to

his diary, you were the last

person to have a meeting with

him. Did he mention an

appointment with anyone else?

Not that I recall. I left his

office at half past eight. As

far as I knew, he was heading

home. A bottle of wine was

smashed on the floor of his

office. But as I understand it,

he did not drink. Oh, not for

years. He picked up some

tropical disease in Africa which

gave him a slight hand tremor.

Alcohol seemed to aggravated.

Could have been for someone

else. Visitor perhaps? It's

possible. He was a generous man.

You mentioned he was seeking re

election. I take it there would

be some kind of vote. It's

supposed to be Tomorrow evening.

Although that may be delayed.

As Acting Chairman, I will have

to make that decision. You are

now Acting Chairman. Will you

yourself stand for election? I

will. But only in memory of

Edmund. To continue his legacy.

Do not read anything into that,

Inspector. He was my oldest

friend. We served together in

Africa. He saved my life.

What are the other candidates?

There is only one. And in truth,

you may be someone you may wish

to speak to. A man who's been

forthcoming in his criticism of

Edmund's time in office. Who

might that be?

Thomas came alone, you know. He

got Mr. Nash's premises for a

bargain. He was a tough

negotiator. Astute businessman.

He's an untrustworthy snake who

I heard the misfortune of

dealing with in France. If

Cynthia Quinn is working for

him, my guess is that he'll aim

to put her into Scotland Yard to

gain access to classified

information. Well, that is

terrible. Obviously, though,

Mr. Nash did do something

similar in Bow street some years

back. Why doesn't that surprise

me? Did you find out anything

else about Malone? As it

happens, I did. His agency seems

to be thriving. And as such,

he's decided to stand for

election as chairman of the

Come here, Miss Scarlet.

I do hope this is related to the

task that I'm paying you for.

A check on one of the clerical

applicants has revealed links to

a detective agency. This is why.

How do you not use private

investigators? I know the agency

in question. Well, at least the

owner. American gentleman, and I

use that word advisedly, who

goes by the name of Thomas K.

Malone. Malone. Who also happens

to be standing for election to

be chairman of the Guild. Yes,

yes, I know. I was just on my

way to speak with him. Oh. Then

it's vital that I come with you.

I don't think so.

You're being unreasonable. I

mean, perfectly reasonable.

There is no reason at all for

you to accompany me. I came

straight to you with this

information when I could have

gone to see him myself. Is this

some kind of attempt to prove

yourself to me in the hope of

future employment? I resent that

suggestion. Hmm.

I'm simply trying to help.

Thomas came alone as a serial

liar. I have met lies before.

It comes with a job. Yes, but I

know the man. I spent time with

him. You'll get to the truth

quicker if I'm there to call out

his lies immediately. And I will

also add that I'm offering my

help free of charge.

Is that a sigh of irritation or

acceptance? Both. Very well. If

you accompany me, I must insist

on three things. I accept. May I

at least say what they are.

Well, you may, but I'll agree

with them. Do not speak unless I

ask you to. Do not show any

reaction when the suspect is

speaking. Do not do anything at

all unless instructed by me.

You have my word. And I'm very

much looking forward to watching

you work. Do not try and charm

me for your own advantage. I do

not do that. If you say so,

Mr. Malone. No, he just left.

Really? And you are? Depends

who's asking. Detective

Inspector Blake. From Scotland

Yard. That is him. Thomas came

alone. I did not ask you to

speak. Ms. Garlett. Eliza

Scarlet. Well, I'll be damned.

We're all friends. Friends do

not handcuff each other to

filthy pipes in a basement.

Sorry. Please, carry on. Let's

talk inside. How long have

you been in London? Six months,

give or take. In fact, I believe

these were your old premises.

Nash and Sons. Not that he has

any sons. He's a wily old fox,

that one. But he gave me a good

deal on this place, so I can't

complain. And when did you join

the Guild of Private Detectives?

A few weeks after sitting up, I

guess. I thought it might be

good for business, but it's just

been a waste of time and money.

Do you want a drink? No, I'm

gonna have one. I finished work.

Thought I had anyway. Can I bill

you for this? You can try.

So let me guess. You're here to

ask about Fletcher, right? He

dies suddenly, I'm standing

against him in the election and

you want to know if I killed

him. Amongst other things.

Well, if I did kill him, I'd

deny it. And if I didn't, which

I didn't, then I'd also deny it.

What were your movements last

night? I was here working my

election speech. And before you

ask, yes, there are people who

can vouch for me, my entire

staff. But for the record, I did

not like Edmund F. Fletcher. A

washed up has been lining his

own pockets. The Guild needs

someone in charge who knows what

they're doing. Someone with

integrity and vision. And that

happens to be you. I've been

talking to the other members and

they're ready for someone new.

And by the way, if I'd been in

charge, I'd have convinced your

friend here to rethink his ban

of private detectives. Come to

think of it, how come she's

working with you? I'm not

working with him. I'm working

for him. Mr. Malone, as a man of

vision and integrity, let me ask

you about Cynthia Quinn. She's

an employee of yours Cynthia?

Yeah, what of it? Well, Cynthia

Quinn. Cynthia Quinn applied for

a position at the new clerical

office at Scotland Yard. It's a

free country. Nothing to do with

me. Look, this is a waste of

time. Mine and yours. You know

who you should be speaking to

about Fletcher's death?

Archibald Spilsbury. 17 years he

was deputy chairman. Taking

Fletcher's crap, dealing with

the mess he created, waiting for

him to step down. You ask me,

he got tired of waiting.

Notice the wine he was drinking?

Chateau La Metre. Same wine that

was found at the crime scene.

Yes, I noticed. I can't just be

a coincidence. I agree. They may

have a point about Archibald

Spillsbury. I assume you're

going to. I am. Where are we

going now? Well, I have further

leads to follow up. You may go

wherever you wish. I'll meet you

later at Scotland Yarn. We can

run through our next steps.

There is no we. Ms. Garnet. I

believe I have been quite clear

in this. Is it pride,

that is? You can't risk someone

else solving your case. If so,

that's rather petty. If I were

being petty, I would mention

that you blatantly ignored

everything I asked you during

our meeting with Malone. And for

your information, I am not

returning to Scotland Yard. I

have one more appointment, then

I shall be heading home. Home?

I have a life outside of work,

Ms. Scarlet, as I'm sure you do.

Ah, this is the most wonderful

evening. What more could one ask

for than good company, nice

glass of wine and a very taxing

game of gin rummy. Yes, it's

just what the doctor ordered. I

mean I do not exaggerate when I

say being in charge of three

extra muggeries is three times

the work. Yes, Barnabas, you

have said. Is everything

all right, my dear? Have I done

something to upset you? It's

been a long day. That's all for

us all. We shall speak no more

of work, shall we, Miss Scarlet?

Although that is a shame.

By a strange quirk of fate your

name was mentioned today, Ms.

Scarlet. And well, I made a most

humorous observation. Oh yes.

When Inspector Blake came by to

pick up the paper. Post mortem

results on a Mr. Fletcher, the

chairman of the Guild of Private

Detectives. The same gentleman

who sent over the bottle of

champagne to us at the

restaurant. The same gentleman

you drew the wine over. So I

said to the Inspector, I'm

surprised Ms. Scarlet isn't a

That was the humorous

observation you see. Yes, I

gathered that. Did that post

mortem reveal what poison was in

his body? It did. That is

classified information. I'm

Working with the inspector on

the case, there are several

likely candidates for poisons.

I'm. I'm merely wishing you to

confirm. Which one, Miss

Scarlett? I cannot reveal. Was

it strychnine? No. Hydrogen

cyanide? No, you cannot. Jacob.

Harry, just tell her and have

done with it vice versa. Stigma

vetinosum. All also known as the

caliper bean, but that I will

say no more. And the puncture

mark on the back of Fletcher's

hand, it was from a syringe,

wasn't it? Was.

Excellent.

Your turn, my dear.

Yes, I know it's my turn.

Barnabas.

Morning, Clarence. Morning. I

have some news. I discover that

the poison used to kill Mr.

Fletcher is a rare and ingenious

one. When placed in food or

drink, it's slow acting, taking

hours if not days to take

effect. Death occurs by cardiac

arrest, making it impossible to

distinguish from natural causes.

However, Mr. Fletcher was killed

by an injection directly into

his bloodstream. He would have

died in seconds. So the question

is, why are we talking about a

case that Scotland Yard is

working on and we are not? The

question is why go to the effort

of getting a rare slow acting

poison only to inject it

straight into the victim's body?

It leaves a visible puncture

mark and high levels of poison,

making making mud a much easier

detect. I've been doing some

digging and I discovered that

this poison, known as the

Caliber Beam, grows in the same

area of West Africa where

Fletcher and Spilsbury served in

the army. It's intriguing, is it

not? It is intriguing, but it

doesn't change the fact. This is

not a case we've been hired to

work on, Clarence. This is our

chance to prove ourselves.

There is an equal chance that

conducting our own investigation

will antagonize Inspector Blick.

But a gamble worth taking, is it

not? Well, good. And we. We are

agreed. Now, I intend to

investigate Mr. Spilsbury

further. No syringe was found at

the crime scene. So if he is

involved, then perhaps he's

stored it somewhere. In the

meantime, I have a task for you.

Oh, dear. This poison is

extremely rare and hard to come

by. So you must talk to someone

who deals in the more exotic end

of the black market. Exotic

being a euphemism for dangerous.

Oh, it's far from dangerous.

Mr. Gibson? Who wants to know?

I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm

here on a matter of urgent

business. I only deal with

people I know. And I don't know

you. I'm an associate of Ms.

Scarlet, who I believe you've

met. On a number of occasions.

I've never heard of her. Right.

We are looking for a list of

suppliers of a particular

poison. The physostigma

veninosum. It's also known as

the calabar bean. I deal with

legitimate works of art. Sell

with full provenance, not

poison. Ms. Scarlett informs me

that you have diversified your

business and you now provide a

more eclectic range of products.

She also tells me that you are a

cautious man and that I will

need to make it worth your

while, financially speaking.

Perhaps I could provide some

information. If the price is

right. My secretary deals with

payments. Your secretary?

A recent appointment to ensure

the smooth running of my new

diversification. Oh. So who

might provide that particular

poison? I've never heard of it.

No, but I just paid you for the

information. And the information

is I've never heard of it.

Then I should like my money

back. No refunds. But I take it

up with my secretary on your way

out. It.

I have a revolver and I'm not

afraid to use it. Is that true?

No. What are you doing here,

Miss Scarlett? Well, the same

thing as you, I imagine. It is

anything but the same. You have

unlawfully broken in, whereas I

have a search warrant. Can you

see the difference? Well, if

you'd stop being so stubborn and

allow me to assist you, I

wouldn't have to. He's coming

from downstairs. Wait here.

Help, please.

Malone.

This isn't the first time I

found you bound and gagged,

Malone. Perhaps you should

rethink how you conduct your

business. It's not my fault. It

was Spilsbury. He asked me over

to discuss the election. Said he

was thinking of conceding. We

sat down, had a drink. Before I

knew it, he'd hit me over that

and knocked me out. Now we'll

come down here. I guess he wants

me out of the way for this

evening's vote. So he would be a

no show. And he would be elected

to Sherman as default. The man's

a viper. Where is this vote?

Thank you. Thank you, one and

all. I hope to prove myself

worthy of being your new

chairman. And I do so in memory

of my dear friend and colleague,

Edmund Fletcher. May he rest in

All right, let's go. Good

morning, gentlemen. Oh, what do

you want? These are your

business premises, I believe.

It's very clever. An

unremarkable exterior hiding in

Aladdin's cave of the contraband

inside. I've said. What do you

want? I've been making some

inquiries about you, Mr.

Gibson. You are known to the

black marketeers of London as

Archibald Gibson. But you are in

fact Stanley Grimstone of the

town of Northampton. So the town

where your wife lives. A wife

who believes you to be dead.

It was a boating accident,

wasn't it? Have you spoken to

Gladys? Not yet, but that is my

intention. She's not a difficult

woman to find. The only female

butcher in the south of England.

She can break an entire cow

carcass single handed? I believe

so. Perhaps you could rack your

brains and furnish me with that

list of possible supplies of the

poison that I paid for

yesterday. Or else Mrs. Gibson

will discover that she's no

longer a widow. I'm sure she'll

be delighted to be reunited with

her beloved husband.

Have you got a pen?

Good morning. Is.

Is Inspector Blake in?

Scarlet. What an unexpected

pleasure. Good morning,

Inspector Blake. Would you like

to come in? Oh, yes,

thank you.

How many times have I told you,

young lady, you are not allowed

to answer the door. 120, Papa.

Mrs. Banbury's waiting to make

you breakfast. You be a good

girl and I promise I will read

you more of this at bedtime.

I am sorry for disturbing you at

home, Inspector Plate, but I

have some information to share

with you that cannot wait. I

went to your office and they.

Well, they told me you were

running late. I didn't know that

you had children. Just the one.

What was your daughter's name?

Sophia. How old is she? What is

this information that cannot

wait, Ms. Scarlett? My assistant

tracked down a man who trades in

rare poisons, including the

extract of the caliber bean.

And yes, they know this is not

my murder case. And yes, you

talk me many times that you do

not need my help. But I wanted

to show you that, well, once I'm

involved in something, I am

committed to see it through to

the very end. Better or for

You're relentless, Miss Scarlet,

I'll give you that. Spillsby's

not the murderer. I'm inclined

to agree. He's admitted

assaulting Malone, but there's

no evidence of anything else. I

know who bought the poison that

killed Fletcher. Going to put a

little bit more work into it if

this aren't. Of course. Well,

we'll run a top establishment

here. Get on there as soon as

possible. What now? I've given

my statement. There's enough.

Cynthia Quinn, I am arresting

you for the murder of Edmund

Fletcher.

I swear I didn't kill him. Then

why did you buy the poison? I

worked for Mr. Fletcher did bits

and pieces for him. Following

someone here, report on someone

else there. Then one day he told

me to Get a job with Malone. He

hated that man. American

upstart, he called him. He was

terrified that Malone would

knock him off his throne. So he

wanted you to report back on

Malone and give him any dirt.

Malone might be a weasel, but

there was very little to report

back about. Apart from the fact

that he drinks a bottle of wine

Bottle of wine found by his body

was for Malone. So was the

poison. I took the bottle from

Malone's drinks cupboard and got

the poison as ordered by Mr.

Fletcher. He intended to inject

the poison through the cork. It

would be slow acting and Malone

would be dead in a few days by

what would seem to be natural

causes. So what happened?

Mr. Fletcher had a hand tremor

and as he went to inject the

cork, his hand slipped and the

stupid bugger injected himself.

And you were there and took the

syringe? I didn't want it to get

tracked back to me.

Why apply for a job at Scotland

Yard? That was Malone. He wanted

to pay me to report back on any

confidential cases. It's a good

way to get new business. You're

an industrious woman, Miss

Quinn. When you grow up as I

have, you'll do anything to get

Her story was compelling, to say

the least. Do you believe her?

She had no motive for murder and

Fletcher paid her well. For a

woman like Cynthia Quinn, it was

all about the money.

You did well. But.

But nothing. That was the entire

sentence. Oh, well, thank you.

Oh, I have something for you,

actually. For your daughter.

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

was my favorite novel when I was

a girl. There are no pirates

like Treasure island, but it's

quite the adventure. Thank you.

She has, in truth, struggled in

her new surroundings, new home,

new school. Her nanny struck her

this morning. We've had words.

And now she's with our

neighbour, Mrs. Banbury.

May I ask what of her mother?

My wife passed a few years back.

I'm so sorry. I know what it is

to lose a mother. So,

The clerical office is ready for

I trust you selected the very

best candidates. Certainly.

On behalf of Scotland Yard, I

would like to welcome you all to

our new clerical office. I hope

you find this a fair and decent

place to work. Work? All we ask

in return is hard work,

discretion and trust. I look

forward to working with you.

So, once again, a warm welcome

to Scotland Yard.