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We're still awaiting the

official cause of death, but

given he had a 12 inch blade

through his heart, I'd be

surprised if it was natural

causes. Irwin, you'll take the

lead on this. Yes, sir. Phelps

and James worked through a list

of known associates. Given his

previous convictions, I am sure

we'll find some familiar faces.

All right, that'll be all,

thank you.

Yes, Detective Phelps. You put

Irwin in charge. The victim is

from Holloway. Irwin has

informants in the area. I've not

led a case in months. I evaluate

each investigation on its

individual merits. It's not

personal. Are you sure about

that? If you have something to

say, then say it. I've tried

my best to make this work, but

you want me gone. You think they

should have got rid of me when

you took over. You're making

problems where there are none.

This is about me getting the job

and you being unable to accept

that people respect me here.

If I say the word, you've got a

mutiny on your hands. Well,

that's a chance I'll just have

Right, lads, bit of us, please.

I've got something I want to

say. I said quiet.

Things haven't been right for a

while. Our new inspector seems

to think he can ride roughshod

over us. Do what the alley

likes. Well, enough is enough.

He needs to start showing us

more respect. So I

say let's go and see him in the

morning. Tell him if things

don't change, every man is

downing tools and walking out.

I just need to know one thing.

Who's with me?

I said, who's with me?

Sam,

Have you seen my notebook? No.

Have you looked in your bag?

Well, I can't find my bag. It's

likely in that bedroom of yours,

which, by the way, could do with

a tidy young lady. Does Mr.

Potts really need to bring all

these things? He wants

everything here so he can move

in straight after the wedding.

How are the wedding plans going?

You seem rather calm. I don't

feel it. There's the cake,

twice the food to make my dress

to adjust. And Barnabas said

he's put on a few pounds, so he

wants me to let out his

waistcoat.

Thank you again. What for?

Being so understanding about

Barnabas moving in. It means the

world to me that I can stay on

living here. That'd be nice,

the three of us together. I'm

sure it will be. Just ask him

not to bring any more things.

I think that is everything. My

jewel. Oh, Miss, I'm suing my

wedding dress. You're not meant

to see it. It's bad luck. All I

know, such thing is bad luck

when one is marrying the most

beautiful woman in the world. A

good lord as ever put on this

earth. In a few mere days, you

will make me the happiest man

alive. You are so sweet. Isn't

he sweet, Lizzie? Oh, before I

forget, Miss Scarlett, I almost

broke my neck on your bag when I

arrived earlier. Lying right in

the middle of the hallway, if

you please. So I'll put it into

your bedroom and place

everything and everything in its

place. Quite right. And I hope I

do not speak out of turn when I

say that room of yours could

deal with a little tidy.

Come.

Good day, Inspector Blake. Miss

Scarlett. Are you feeling

unwell? No. Why do you ask? You

knocked on the door, then waited

and entered, just as a normal

person might do. Don't worry. I

shan't make a habit of it. It's

the invoice to the Davidson

case. I believe we've had this

conversation before. The

accounts department's on the

ground floor. Oh, well, I'm here

now, so while I am, I also

wondered if there were any cases

that required your attention.

No. But I do have something

for you. The latest copy of

Hayward's Forensic Science. I

ordered one for you. I take it

that's a publication you enjoy?

Yes. Yes, it is.

It's by way of saying thank you

for giving Sofia a tour of your

office. It would seem I'm no

longer her favorite detective.

Well, we ladies must stick

together. I don't

know what to say. So thank you,

Inspector Blake. Then leave

promptly so that I may continue

my work. Thank you, Inspector

How are you? Go and ask.

I just saw Detective Phelps.

He's not having the best of

times recently. He rather

humiliated himself the other

night. So I heard. Wish I'd been

there. I could have talked him

out of it. Would he have

listened to you? Not in the

least. Oliver. Good morning,

Father. I have a message from

your mother. She wishes the

three of us to dine together

this evening. Yes, of course.

Forgive me, Miss Scarlett. I

don't believe you've been

introduced. This is my father,

Sir George Fitzroy. Father,

this is Miss Eliza Scarlett.

She's a private detective.

She's helped us on numerous

occasions. It's a pleasure to

meet you, madam. Eight o'.

Clock. Chancery is on

Piccadilly. Don't be late.

It's my mother's birthday. Her

annual attempt to build a bridge

between myself and my father.

Well, I wish you good luck.

Believe me, I'll need it.

Did you enjoy the lamb? Yes, it

was excellent. Very tender. And

the sauce was superb. I should

hope so. These prices. I trust

you are eating well, Oliver.

Those long hours at work are

rarely conducive to a good diet.

If I say yes, will you stop

worrying? I'm your mother. I'll

never stop worrying as long as

you're getting plenty of sleep.

For God's sake, woman, he's not

a child. Well,

I'm going to ask for the girl.

I have a meeting in my club.

How is your friend, the lady

detective? Miss Scarlet, isn't

it? One moment, sir. It is

Mother's birthday. Can you make

an effort, just for once? How

dare you speak to me in that

manner. George, please. I will

happily foot the bill if you go

to your club without delay.

Well, in that case, you can see

your mother home.

Cannot abide his rudeness. Oh,

I'm sorry, Mother. I didn't mean

to upset you. It's not that.

What is it, Mother?

Just take me home, Oliver,

please. Yes, of course.

It's a fascinating book.

Apparently each person's

fingerprint is as unique as a

snake snowflakes. The potential

for forensic investigation is

enormous. I'm currently

engrossed in the biography of

Luca Pacioli, the legendary

father of accounting. He, of

course, invented the double

entry system of bookkeeping.

Oh, of course. The biographer

goes into minute detail of every

entry in every ledger and still

manages to keep the book down to

just 900 pages. Is that all?

Good morning. Good morning.

You are Miss Scarlet? I am. How

can I help?

It's a pleasure to finally meet

you, Mrs. Fitzroy. Your son is a

good man and an excellent

detective. You must be very

proud. I'm in two minds about

whether I should even be here.

Are you here now? And whatever

you tell me will remain

confidential.

My husband and I have been Wed

30 years. I've turned a blind

eye to his moods, his rudeness,

his inability to say a good word

about anyone. But there is one

thing I cannot ignore. His

adultery. You believe he's being

unfaithful? He disappears for

entire evenings claiming to be

at some club or other. I know

he's lying. Then last week, he

received a bill from a florist

in Greek Street. I saw it left

open on his desk. He's been

buying red roses, dozens of

them, for weeks. God knows who

for. Certainly not for me. I

just need to know the truth. I

can see the toll this is taking

on you. Mrs. Fitzhorn, I'm truly

sorry. But if I were to take

your case, it would put me in a

Difficult position. Both with my

friendship with Oliver and my

work at Scotland Yard. Your

husband is the Police

Commissioner. The rest of my

business would be great. I

understand your reservations,

but please, I cannot trust

anyone else with this. I'm

desperate or I would never have

Sam.

You followed the police

Commissioner? Hey, just let me

explain. The single most

powerful man in London policing?

The man who could blackball you

from Scotland Yard. The man who

is the cousin to the Foreign

Secretary. That's not letting me

explain. The poor woman was

devastated.

Just. You've not yet told Mrs.

Fitzroy what you witnessed last

night? No, not yet. The

situation is more complex than

at first appeared. More complex

than the Police Commissioner

having a dalliance with a young

man? There something else? Oh,

Z. After the Commissioner went

into the building, I decided to

wait outside. Of course you did.

An hour later, the door opened.

I watched the commissioner leave

and was about to follow him.

But a few moments later, the

young man left the premises too.

Sam.

Watch it, darling. Sorry. So you

bloody should be.

Ikea's gone. I believe he left

it on purpose for someone else

to collect. Well, maybe it was

just stolen. He didn't even

finish his drink. He just looked

at his watch, got up and walked

off. Something else going on

here, I know it. Do you want my

advice? No, of course you don't.

But I'm going to give it to you

anyway. Tell Mrs. Fitzworth that

you did not see her husband and

that you cannot continue with

this case. Get your

morning arrow dear with it.

Oh, there you go, son. Thank

you, sir.

Why are you following me? If

you're intending to rob me, I

would highly advise against it.

I'm a detective at Scotland

Yard. You're coming with me.

Take your seat.

They didn't say anything to you?

Not a word. And you can't

remember what they look like? I

remember buying a newspaper.

That's about it. The doctor said

I have a concussion. What we do

know is that they robbed you.

Your pocket watch and wallet

were stolen. Her mother gave me

that watch for my 21st birthday.

She'll be most upset.

Oliver.

Oh, my boy. It's not as bad as

it looks. Mother.

I will find you did this. Mrs.

Fitzroy. You have my word.

Detective Fitzroy has a

concussion and three broken

ribs. Gentlemen, the best

way we can help him is by

keeping calm. Without a clear

description of the attackers,

this means house to house

inquiries. And you're to lean on

every informant that you have.

Do whatever it takes. This is

one of our own guest,

Inspector. Detective Phelps.

I know the resentment that you

carry but now is not the time.

So if I get a hint of that

during this investigation, you

will be dismissed on the spot.

Do you understand? I want to

find a scum who did this as much

as you do.

I've only just heard. How is he?

He'll live. Looks like it was a

robbery. Are you sure? Why would

you say that? No. Mrs. Fitzroy,

this is Ms. Scarlet, a friend

and associate of your son's.

Pleased to make your

acquaintance, Miss Scarlet.

Likewise.

Please do excuse me. I need to

find a doctor. My son is in a

lot of pain.

If you knew something about this

attack, you would tell me. Of

course I would. I know nothing

about it.

Then I shall get on with the

business of finding whoever did

I just can't shake the feeling

that whatever happened to

Detective Fitzroy was not a

random robbery. People are

robbed every day in the city,

Clarence. I'm quite sure that

I'd witnessed a bag drop between

the young man that the Police

Commissioner was seeing and

someone in that pub. And then,

out of nowhere, the

Commissioner's son gets beaten

up some. Something off here.

Well, have you told the

Inspector of your suspicions? I

couldn't. Marianne Fitzroy was

there and she made it abundantly

clear she wanted to conceal any

association between us.

And anyway, I'm bound by client

confidentiality. Not if

someone's life's at risk. Or

not. As Patrick would say, you

have the uncanny ability to make

what is already a dire situation

even more unsatisfactory.

Parents. Eliza, please, just say

something positive.

Back inside.

Have you listened to it? Listen

to what? Have you listened to

it? I've no idea what you're

talking about. Yes, you do. She

does not. Neither of us still.

Tell him to be quiet. Be quiet.

Clarence, we know that you

followed Police Commissioner and

that you saw him with Alexei.

Alexei? That's the young man the

Commissioner was visiting. We

also know that you took Alexei's

bag and that you now possess

what was in it. So I will ask

you one more time. Have you

listened to it? No. Because I.

I didn't take the bag. Someone

else must have. You're a liar.

She's not outdated. Be quiet,

Clarence. You have five seconds

to tell me the truth or my

colleague here will put a bullet

in your friend's head.

5. 4. Not lies.

3. 2. No, I. I haven't listened

to it. But I do have it. Where

is it? Somewhere safe. Not here.

Take us to it now. Well, if I

do, then you'll kill us. I kill

you if you don't. Well, then

you'll never find it. Nor will I

tell you if you harm my

What do you propose? I'll

retrieve the bag and its

contents. Leave it in the

office, which I'll leave

unlocked tomorrow night. You

reclaim what's yours, we go our

separate ways. If you try to

follow me, I'll go straight to

Scotland Yard.

You have until tomorrow night.

You have no idea where that bag

is, do you? Not a clue.

Thank you. Inspector Blake.

Good evening, sir. I've been out

of town all day. I've just heard

what's happened to my son. What

can you tell me? Nothing

concrete yet, I'm afraid, sir.

We're still following several

lines of inquiry. But be

assured, every available man is

working the case. Well, I'm glad

to hear it. His mother is beside

herself with worry. It was a

robbery? It would appear so. So

he was just in the wrong place

at the wrong time. That is what

I intend to find out. But I

would still like to consider all

options, sir. Can you think of

anyone who would wish harm on

Oliver? No. Now, my son has many

faults, but making enemies is

not one of them. And yourself?

Myself? There have been times

where a man in high position,

such as yourself, has found his

family at threat in some way.

Well, that's not the case here.

I'm sure of it. Yes, but perhaps

to be certain we might. But

you're wasting your time, yours

and mine. If you make any

progress, you'll tell me, won't

you? Immediately. Yes, sir.

Still not convinced it was wise

to tell those studs you have

what they were looking for?

Well, we're alive, aren't we?

Off. Now, what do you think they

meant when they said. Have you

listened to it? Just to what?

Not the slightest idea. The only

thing I am sure about is that

there is a link between the

Commissioner, whoever those men

were, and the attack on Oliver

Fitzroy. This link, I fail to

see how it's going to stop me

being killed. We'll make a plan

in the morning, Clarence.

Everything feels better after a

good night's sleep. I doubt I'll

get any sleep. Try reading that

book on your famous accountant.

I shall, yes.

Thank you. Cool.

Ivy.

Ivy.

I am intrigued with your decor,

Ms. Scarlet. It's rather

eclectic. Or are you setting up

a curiosity shop? My

housekeeper. What have you done

with her? She's gone out the

evening with a rather loquacious

gentleman. She has my sympathy.

Do you always enter people's

houses without permission? Yes,

all the time. You can run if you

like, but I wouldn't recommend

it. Now, sit.

We've met before. Why Watch

it, darling. Sorry. So you

bloody should be. You were

a decoy to stop me from getting

that bag, weren't you?

Who are you? You can call me

Miss Scott. Is that

your real name? You will cease

your investigation into

Commissioner Fitzroy with

immediate effect. And what if I

Think of the worst thing you can

imagine. The most pain,

the most humiliation. The very

sum of all of your fears, my

friend. Who will deliver it?

Cease your investigation. Do I

make myself clear?

You do.

Splendid.

Anything right not. I've leaned

on every knock, scrote and

snitch on both sides of the

river. Not a word. I've spoken

to the other lads too. They're

all saying the same. But there

is someone I haven't yet asked.

Someone who's well connected.

In the criminal sense. He's

about as criminal as they come.

Yeah? Who might that be? My

uncle.

Your uncle is Dylan Cooper?

We're not close. In fact, I

heard a rumor he had a price on

me head. How reliable is that

rumor? Mr. Cooper will see you

now. Let's find out.

You got a minute? He brought

back up. He works with me. I'm

Detective Inspector Blake. I

know who you are.

Sit down.

Didn't you used to have easy

job? How are you, Uncle? What do

you care? You never come see me.

I'm here now. Always wear a

lippy little sod, even as a

never. We're not here to

reminisce. What are you here

for? Nobody knows what goes on

in this city better than you,

Mr. Cooper. And we need your

help. And why would I help you?

Because then I would be in your

debt. And I'm a man who knows

how to repay his debts.

Nah, you ain't that type of

Cooper. One of my men has been

hurt and I will do whatever it

takes to get answers. You see,

that's why he's got your job.

You could learn the thing or two

from him, son. So what

you heard only cause you're kin.

There's this fella.

Salespeople's off the corner of

Old Pitts Lane. Done it for

years. He knows everything.

Every copper on his pitch.

Your lad bought a paper off him.

The Rings of Gore was being

followed.

That's all I know.

I'll head over to Old P Lane,

see if I can find this paper

seller. It's 2 o' clock in the

morning. He won't be there for

hours and I'll wait. I suppose

that seals it. Right. Now you've

seen where I'm from. Good reason

to get rid of me. That's one way

of looking at it. Another would

be that you have access to a

valuable resource and showed

great character sharing it with

a senior officer. Find that

Come in. Miss Scarlet.

Inspector Blake. Curious. Do you

ever sleep? Well, it's

practically morning. I. I need a

moment with you. Actually, more

than a moment. Several moments.

There's a lot to explain. I'll

tell you on the way. On the way

to where? Come.

It.

And this is where you saw the

commissioning in this, Alexei?

It is. And these Russians think

you stole his bag? There's

something inside it that you can

listen to, but I've no idea

what. Nor do I understand how

this Ms. Scott and her red

headed associate fit into all

this. You sure he's not in?

Positive. The lights have an

awful night. I believe it's a

good place to start and try and

find some answers. I knew I was

right. About what? At the

hospital. I could tell there was

something you weren't telling

me. Do you really want to have

that conversation now?

My friend Alexi has expensive

tastes.

Drapes of pure silk. Yet the

address is far from salubrious.

Well, the exterior was picked to

be discreet. I suspect the

interior was designed to appeal

to a gentleman of wealth and

influence. Like the

Commissioner.

Do you think, as I do, that all

this is linked to the attack on

Oliver Fitzroy? Indeed.

Have you listened to it? That's

what the Russians asked you? I

still have no idea what they

were referring to.

Could it be this.

Wax cylinder? I don't see a

phonograph it could be played

on. Perhaps Alexei doesn't own

one. Maybe not, but I do.

Let's see what we have here.

That's the man who had a gun to

my head. I recognize his voice.

Alexei. That's the young man

that the Commissioner was

Do you speak Russian? I was

taught basic Russian when I

served in the Afghan wars back

in 78. The Russian threat was

growing. And if you were

captured? Survival was more

likely if you could communicate.

What does it say? When the clock

strikes nine, Alexei must come

to the place where his favorite

bird lives. His grey haired

friend will be Stewart.

I don't know that word. The grey

haired friend must be the

Commissioner. Where's the

meeting place? Where his

favorite bird lived. My favorite

bird? Stuart. What does it mean?

Erased. They're going to kill

him. Nine o'. Clock. South past

eight now. Come.

I went to speak to the newspaper

seller, but before I could get

to him, he was harassed by a

woman and what looked like a

thug. Does this thug have red

hair? He did do you think this

is who came to your home? Did

you find out who they are? They

drove off in a carriage. I

managed to follow him to some

disused warehouses in Kilburn

and I lost them. Where is this

place? Blackbird Lane.

Alexei, why on earth are we

meeting here? What's going on?

I'm sorry. What have you done?

Alexei, please place your weapon

on the ground. We have uniform

on their way. Soon this old

place will be surrounded. So I

will say this only once more.

Put down your weapon.

Put your weapon on the ground

now. There is no need to shout.

Inspector.

Will gladly do as you ask.

Told you to wait in the

carriage. I did. Until I heard

gunfire.

Who are you? British

Intelligence for Her Majesty's

My code name is the Governess.

I work for the Queen's

Department, Level 3. There are

many divisions in the British

Security Service. QD3 is the

least known. Some may say the

murkiest of them all. And you've

been monitoring the Police

Commissioner? We became aware of

the Russians attempt to groom

him. They put an agent, the

young Alexei, in his path. His

job was to find the security

arrangements on the new Royal

Naval ship being built. Debt for

dogs. Precisely. It's the Navy's

technical advancements in

particular the Russians are

after. And? Well, Commissioner

Fitzroy is a well connected man,

not only in his position here,

but also in British government.

In particular, his family

connection as cousin to the

Foreign Secretary. Was it his

intention to work with the

Russians? Good God, no. The man

was oblivious to the fact he was

being played. But that all came

to a head when the Russians

discovered their operation had

been breached by Miss Garnet

here. At that point, the

Commissioner's days were

numbered. These belonged to

Detective Fitzroy. He was being

trailed to see if he was

involved or aware of his

father's activities.

Unfortunately for him, he turned

out to be a rather astute

detective and realized he was

being followed. My men had no

choice but to cover their tracks

and make it look like a robbery.

Detective Fitzroy made the

mistake inviting back.

I do apologize for his

entanglement. Entanglement? He

was beaten to a pulp.

What I have told you here today

must remain in the strictest of

confidence. If there is a leak,

I cannot promise there will not

be repercussions. No one is

immune. What of the

Commissioner? He'll retire,

live out the rest of his life

quietly in the countryside. The

last thing he wants is the world

to know what he's got tied up

in. Least of all his family.

Good day, gentlemen. Miss

Scarlett. Miss Scott.

Right, I'm off To head to the

hospital, check on his lordship.

Detective Phelps, that was good

Thank you, skipper.

Drink? Make it a double.

Encountered someone like her

before? By the governess?

Never. It doesn't surprise me

that there are female spies

working for the government to

hold such a position of

authority. An impressive

woman indeed.

Good day. Good day.

It is with great honour and much

unbound joy that I now raise a

glass to my beautiful wife.

To Ivy Elizabeth Potts.

How are you, Oliver? A great

deal better, thank you. And even

more so after speaking to my

mother this morning. My father

has decided to leave the police

force and retire to our country

home in Surrey. It is most

welcome news. He won't be

breathing down my neck all the

time. That is welcome news.

It's your third glass. Oh,

who's counting? When I met

Clarence Oliver, he was

teetotal. Oh, well, Ms. Scarlet

has turned you to drink. Let's

just say, working with her,

there's never a dull moment.

Yeah. This champagne is quite

exquisite. Cost a pretty penny,

I bet. Well, I'm paying for it,

so you can put it on the ledge,

Clarence. There you go, your

Highness. Thank you, Charlie. I

can see Detective Phelps is

looking after you. Oh, he's got

me running around like a blue

ass fly. Inspector Blake lent me

his carriage. Each morning

Charlie collects me and takes me

to work. I've told him I'm

perfectly capable and don't need

assistance. Look at his lordship

here. I'm not assisting you.

All I care about is a free ride

to work. Speaking of Inspector

Blake, I assumed he'd be

invited. Indeed he was, but his

daughter was unwell. Nothing

serious, just a cold. But he

still sent his carriage to bring

me here. Oh, he's quite the

gentleman, isn't he? Everybody

got a drink. Thank you, yes.

We must be on our way. Margate

awaits. We do not want to miss

the train. Barnabas. If we leave

now, we're going to be an hour

early, two or three hours too

soon and one minute too late.

My dear. Mr. Potts is right,

Ivy. Well, surely you must now

call him Barnabas. Mustn't she,

Barnabas?

H. Yes, of course.

Well, then. Barnabas.

Barnabas.

I'll send you a postcard.

Please do,

Inspector Blake. It's colored.

I'm sorry to disturb you, but I

heard that Sophia was unwell

and, well, since you couldn't

come to the wedding, I bought

her and you some wedding cake.

You came all the way across town

to bring wedding cake? Um,

yes.

How's Sophia? Feeling better.

That's very kind, thank you.

Well,

good day. Inspiration. Scarlet.

Miss scarlet,

Would you like to come in? Yes,

I'd like that very much.