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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. Right.

What does that mean? I've given

that investigation to

Culpeppers. What? Why? Eliza,

it doesn't matter. I shouldn't

have said anything. It's your

prerogative to hire whoever you

wish. Would you like me to

explain? No. Yes.

I have to use other agencies as

well as yours. Otherwise I will

be accused of favoritism. It's

not favouritism. It's

pragmatism. I would have solved

that case in a heartbeat.

There's also the matter of.

Let's not discuss work in our

personal time. The matter of

what? Your expenses

have been quite excessive on the

last few cases. They were big

investigations. I needed lots of

resources. I'm just reminding

you the budgets are tighter than

ever. It's something to be aware

of in the future.

Perhaps you're right. We should

not discuss work. Let's talk of

something else.

Ivy. Mr. Potts will be back

Sneaking out the back door in

the dead of night 15 again.

Are you brooding? No. You sure?

I'm perfectly fine.

See you tomorrow night. You

will. Marvelous.

Marvelous.

Ram.

Careful.

Oh. Still nothing for Mr.

Wormsley. Would have thought

he'd come to his senses by now.

I'd apologised. He's a stubborn

man. Bit like someone else. I

know. He'll apologise soon

enough. Then I will be back at

work before you can say he could

ever expat him. That's a post

mortem condition. Perhaps

suddenly. Later. I don't want to

be late for work. I'll detain

you. Not a moment longer, my

jewel. Oh, I am sorry,

Barnabas. You know how I'd love

to hear all about your medical

knowledge. What do I always say?

That should I ever write my

memoirs, you would be the first

to read them. Exactly right.

That drawing room won't sprinkle

in itself. There's nothing wrong

with the drawing room. I'll be

the judge of that.

Come. Surgery for a moment?

Only if you're quick. I've been

given rather irksome orders from

the superintendent. Still, we

live to serve and all that. As

I'm new here, I just wanted to

check something, but it's a bit

awkward. I don't really know how

to put it. Concisely I have a

train to catch. Do you think

it's all right for a copper to

be romantically involved with a

lady he works with?

Why do you ask?

If you have something to say,

Detective Willowson, say it.

I've been out for dinner with a

lady from the clerical office.

Twice, actually. Miss Isabel

Summers. I'd like to take her

out a third time. But I want to

check with you first. I'm not

her father, Detective Willis.

What you do in your free time's

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.

As are mine. Also, I 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. All the other matters

were resolved, but the sticking

point was their prize winning

racehorse, Trafalgar Spring.

Both sides wished to keep him.

Precisely. Lady Roberts managed

to prove that she had bought him

as a foal with her own money and

the court found in her 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.

I'm not the Clarence. But we

must proceed with caution. Lady

Roberts blames her husband for

the horses 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.

What kind of policeman are you?

Thought you lot were always at

the track. You were telling me

about the night of the theft.

He was locked up in his usual

stall, chain and padlock.

There was a hell of a storm that

night, and Evans, my

groundskeeper, didn't arrive

until first light, which is when

he found the chain was cut, the

door was open, and Trafalgar

Spring was gone. Of course,

I fired him on the spot. No

doubt in my mind that the man

was in cahoots with her. Her?

My former wife. Clearly, she

paid him to take the horse, and

now she has it hidden somewhere,

I'm sure. I understood Lady

Roberts was awarded the animal

as part of the divorce

settlement. Why would she steal

her own property? I'm appealing

against that decision. And my

lawyers have assured me that I

have every chance of winning,

and she knows it. She paid off

my groundskeeper, you can

be sure, either with money or

other favors. I want the woman

arrested. The local police have

already spoken to Lady Roberts

and taken statements from all

your ground staff, including Mr.

Evans, your groundskeeper. I'm

only here to oversee things,

not get directly involved. I am

cousin to Her Majesty the Queen

and godfather to the Prime

Minister's son. Do I really

have to explain to you the ways

in which I could make your life

difficult? Now do as you're

told and find my bloody horse.

We appreciate you seeing us at

such short notice, Lady Roberts.

Nash and Sons. That was

who you say you worked for?

Yes. Mr. Patrick Nash. You met

him several times at the grand

national, along with myself.

Mr. Nash was something of a

rogue, as I recall. Isn't he in

prison now? He 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

Saint Leger.

What can you offer that

Culpeppers or Malone's or any of

the other firms who have come

calling cannot? Well,

Lord Roberts is, to say the

least, a very influential man.

No doubt he'll use that

influence against you. As a

woman. I know. I don't give a

damn about your struggles as a

woman. What can you offer that

the others cannot?

Lady Roberts, your husband is

appealing against the terms of

the divorce. Should he succeed,

he will reclaim everything that

you have been awarded, not just

the Horse, but the houses and

the money. There are, however,

ways that one can hide one's

assets. Which perhaps I could

show you. Patrick Nash

was a crook, but a wealthy one.

You find my horse,

you hide my money.

We look forward to working with

you, Lady Roberts. Your tea,

madam. If I had wanted tea, I

would have rung the bell. Get

out.

Find out everything you can

about that divorce settlement.

It's your job to keep her happy.

Well, happy might be a bit of a

stretch, but I'll try my best.

See if I can find out if anyone

had a grudge against either of

them. Miss Scarlet.

Inspector Blake. I'd 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. Who was it? Clarence,

Malone's and Culpepp, as did the

contract. Well, as I always say,

they are no match for you. I

always find actions speak louder

than words. Good day. And

search. Blake. Scarlet. Mr.

Pettigrew. Have you fallen

out with the Inspector? Not at

all. You just seem rather

officious and to the point.

Inspector Baker's a client of

mine and that's how I am with

clients. No, you're not. Well,

I shall be from now on.

Barnabas.

Ah, good evening, my jewel.

Well, what do you think? About

what? I've given the room a deep

clean. I'm sure your degree is

transformed, particularly with

the chair in a slightly

different position. You spent

all day cleaning? Well, I did

drop by the post office to see

if there was a problem with the

mail. I thought that might be

why I had not received a letter

from Mr. Wormsley. And is there

a problem? There is not, no.

But no matter. I'm still to

finish my to do list. Ah, next

up. Ah, item 37. Rearrange Ivy's

burgeoning recipe book. My

recipe book. So I 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 fake

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.

Inspector blake. Telegram.

Thank you.

I'm afraid our evening's gonna

be cut short. Detective Willows

has requested my assistance.

When we go next door, I'll ask

Mrs. Banbury to watch Sophia.

Well, I'd be happy to stay by

maybe sometime. Well, there's

wine, and it appears there's

plenty to read. Oh, for sure.

Thank you. I'll be back soon as

Good evening, sir. Hello. 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

identified him as Jack Lawson.

He was a horse trainer.

Who did he work for? Lady

Where is Papa? Oh. Oh, he had to

go out. He asked me to look

after you. Can't you sleep?

How about I come and read to you

for a bit, See what we got. Ah,

yes. Through the Looking Glass.

Why don't we learn more about

Alice's adventures? Yes,

Sam.

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 was 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's

he not going to tell me? I'm

saying you're a mind reader.

More coffee?

The body was identified as Jack

Lawson. I understand he trained

Trafalgar Spring. He used to.

As soon as I filed for divorce,

my husband banned Lawson from

the estate. His body was found

near the stables where Trafalgar

Spring was taken, with what

appeared to be carriage tracks

and hoof prints. Do you think he

was involved in the theft? I

have to consider all

possibilities. Lady Roberts. Do

you have any idea of his recent

movements? I did hear

it is just a 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

Robert's 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 Robert still hiring? I

believe so. Why?

Miss Reynolds? Yes? Miss Edith

Berry has arrived. Yeah, send

her in. And fetch the boys,

Miss Perry. Pleasure to meet

you. I'm Ms. Alice Reynolds,

the housekeeper. Please take a

seat. Thank you for seeing me at

such notice. When I landed the

vacancy for a nanny, my heart

soared. I was most keen to see

you before the position was

filled. Have you had much

experience with children?

I've worked for three wonderful

families. I adore children.

Well, the previous nanny left

rather abruptly. The

unpleasantness with Lord and

Lady Roberts hangs heavy over us

all. The Roberts have two sons,

Sebastian and Lionel. I have

other matters to attend to, but

perhaps you would like to spend

some time with the boys, see how

you get on. There's nothing I

would enjoy more. Ah,

Sebastian, Lionel, this is Ms.

Berry. She will be looking after

you this afternoon. Best

behavior, please.

Good afternoon, boys. Now, I

have two suggestions as to how

we spend our time together.

Suggestion one, a rigorous test

of Latin and algebra.

Suggestion two, a game where I

ask you questions and if you

answer correctly, then I reward

you with sweets. Yes, the game

it is. Excellent. Now, first

question. Who knows where the

stables are?

Afternoon, Fred. Hello, Eileen.

Barnabas. What are you doing

here? I come with the most

wonderful news. My jewel.

Something remarkable has

happened. Mr. Wormsley has

apologized to giving you your

job back. Not as yet. No, I'm

referring to this. My memoirs.

Tales of a Mortuary Clerk by

Barnabas Potts. Oh, it was slow

going at first, but as soon as

the dam of creativity burst

open, then words just cascaded

from my mind like water from a

dam that, as I say, it burst

open. You've written your

memoirs? You're not always

telling me what fascinating

tales I possess. Well, now I put

them on the page for all to

read. Begun to, anyway. This is

just the first chapter. Spring

1857. I would welcome any

thoughts or suggestions you may

have. And this is just one

chapter. Indeed, for I've left

no stone unturned in my effort

to delight the reader. Every

detail, no matter how small, is

there on the page. Well, I must

confess her rather. It tends

better. Crabbed him a 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 won't be home till

late. I have to go up a part of

the night shift. Ah, no matter.

I will keep myself busy writing

the next instant. Horton,

1857.

It.

Miss Berry,

what on earth are you doing in

here? And where are the boys

hiding? We're playing hide and

seek. Well, go and find them

immediately. They should never

be left alone. Ever.

I take it you'll hear about

Lawson. I heard his body was

found last night. How well did

you know Mr. Lawson? Hardly all.

He worked for her. I had my own

man. Is it right you banned

Lawson from your stables when

the divorce proceedings began?

Didn't trust him. And for the

record, I'm quite sure that he

and my former wife were more

than just trainer and owner.

You're suggesting an affair?

There are so many rumors about

her, anything is possible. I

spoke to Lady Robertson. She

suggested that you'd offered

Lawson his job back. And you

believed her?

For God's sake, man, 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. What the devil.

Give me. Give me back bites.

Stop this at once. Who the hell

are you? My name's Miss Barrier.

Inspector Blake. You know this

woman? I can explain.

What will Lord Roberts do next?

He will complain that I haven't

arrested you. He will complain

that I haven't arrested his

wife. He will complain that I

haven't found the horse. In

summary, he will complain a

great deal and make my life

incredibly difficult. Rather as

you do. I know we agree not to

discuss work, but if we had,

situations like this, afternoon

might have been avoided.

Firstly, do not blame me for

what happened. Secondly, do not

ask me to share confidential

information when your client is

a suspect in the case. Is there

a thirdly? Possibly.

I'm still thinking. I have

a proposal. I will Consider

terminating my contract with

Lady Roberts if you tell me

everything you know about the

case. But I reserve the right to

make that decision once I've

heard your conclusions. How does

that sound? Unacceptable.

Alexander, I appreciate this is

difficult, and if I was in your

position, I would keep my cards

close to my chest too. Not that

I'd ever be in your position,

since I'm a woman. Thirdly, do

not try and extract information

out of me using guilt. I resent

that suggestion. It's not a

suggestion, it's an accusation.

Just so you know, this goes both

ways. Perhaps I have information

that will be interesting to you.

You don't.

Blake. Superintendent.

Yes, sir. All you are saying are

words that make no sense. You

are not explaining it clearly.

Stop waffling, man. Be concise.

I'm doing my best. But as I have

said, your financial affairs are

quite challenging. Can you

protect my money or not? Yes, I

can. I can. But I just need a

little more time to fully

understand your finances. What

is there to understand? I

thought you were an accountant,

Lady Roberts. You have numerous

bank accounts and a bewildering

array of investments, none of

which are providing any kind of

return, by the way. There are

also many payments with no

detailed reference. For

instance, £50 to a Mr. M.

Butterworth. He's my

upholsterer. I have had to set

up an entirely new household.

Would you have me go to the

workhouse?

Oh, Heddy Rivets.

No, don't mind me.

£120 to Mrs.

Ruddy. She runs a spa in Bath.

I was stricken with melancholy

after the divorce. I needed to

take the waters. Oh, yes, of

course. But a whopping £250 to

a Mr. Daniel O'Dwyer. He is

an old acquaintance who runs a

charity for retired racehorses.

I will not apologize for having

a kind heart. And I do not

appreciate being questioned in

this way. No. But if I am going

to help, I do need to go through

every detail of your finance.

And you. What have you found out

about my missing horse?

What on earth is that?

Eddie Roberts, if you want your

horseback pay £300 into locker

332 at Kingscourse Station at 8

o' clock tomorrow night. Tell

the police and the animal dies

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.

Ah. That's that, then. Wait,

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 fine. But why? Because I

can't. Eliza, what has changed?

You've not fallen out with

Inspector Blake,

you've fallen in with him. It

all makes sense now. Have you

lost your mind? Think of the

damage to your reputation. Not

to mention the conflict of

interest in Scotland Yard. And

what of our 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

finely smooth sailing, but you

are just like Mr. Nurse. Intend

on always rocking the damn boat.

Barnabas, I'm home.

Barnabas,

You gave me a fright. Sorry, I

was miles away. Everything all

right? 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 ains

solving would mean harm to me

and my reputation, what would

you do? Well, there's no

dilemma. You would come first

because you care about me. Of

course. Then there's your

answer.

I'll take the blackmail letters

to Inspector Blake in the

morning. You're always right.

Could you please tell my husband

Good morning, Miss Scarlett.

Detective Willows. I'm waiting

on Inspector Blake. Any idea

where he is? He was in with the

superintendent first thing. The

meeting must have run over. Oh,

that never bodes well. Would you

like me to pass on a message?

The autopsy report he requested

finally came through. I'll leave

on his desk. I'll let him know

then. Scott.

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. But still

early. So let's be optimistic

about. Hope for a better day

ahead. Well, I might be able to

help you out, sir. The coroner's

report for Jack Lawson came

through. Put it on your desk.

Cause of death, Internal

bleeding caused by a ruptured

liver. There's also severe

bruising on the abdomen, which

the coroner had a theory. Said

that he'd seen that before

amongst stable hands and

jockeys. Kick from a horse?

Exactly, sir.

Well, it was late at night on a

dark forest lane. It could have

been an accident, transferring

the animal from one horse box to

another. I've looked into this

Jack Lawson. 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 Scarlett. Miss

Scarlett was here.

Oh, there you are. Looking

everywhere for you. 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, it's

all I have. And you mean an

awful lot to me, too. You are a

good friend, Eliza. It's

surprising how few friends I was

left with once I had a criminal

record. Thank you. Speaking of

criminal records. But my first

thought should have been your

happiness. You of all people

deserve to be happy. If

Inspector Blake makes you happy,

then that is what is most

That means a great deal. Thank

you. Now, have you finished?

I have. What did you want to

So this Daniel O'Dwyer that Lady

Roberts made payments to was an

ex convict? Contrary to what you

told us, he didn't run a charity

for retired resources. He was

wanted in Ireland for unpaid

debts, 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. She

didn't want the police involved

in the kidnapping. She's seen

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 going to

do. As long as the horse is

found and the thieves brought to

justice, that's all he'll 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. We

may not receive the fee from

Lady Roberts, but the publicity

would 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. 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 northwest London.

I'd bet in money that the horse

has been kept in that area. We

need a map. One that shows

buildings on it. Buildings big

enough to hide a horse. Make a

detective of evidence.

Good afternoon, my jewel. You

really should have woken me this

morning. Well, I didn't want to

disturb you. You look so worn

out. I cannot dispute the fact

that all this writing has left

me feeling somewhat fatigued.

Not to mention played havoc with

my Lexor digitorum profundus.

Ow. Never mind my ailments.

What do you think of my first

chapter? I very much enjoyed it.

But perhaps it might benefit

from a little trim here and

there. Trim? It is rather long.

There's a lot of detail about

the management of the mortuary

budget. Perhaps I could be a bit

more economical. Might go some

way to ease my current malady

too. Absolutely. The rest from

the writing might be the best

thing. In the meantime, you

could get your old job by

apologizing to Mr. Wormsley

rather than waiting on him. You

want me to give up the writing?

I know the idea of apologizing

goes against your principles,

but. You want me to give up the

writing. Barnabas,

you're a wonderful writer,

but these twinges can start

small and before you know it,

you have an acute condition.

Look at my mother's gout.

Perhaps you are right, my jewel.

I know just what to do.

Misses Potts, have you seen Miss

Scarlett? Not today, no. Well,

I need to speak to her. I've

been to the office, her house.

She's not there. What has that

girl gone and done now? If you

see her, would you be kind

enough to die? Directed to my

office immediately. Yes,

Inspector. Course, Sir. Yes?

It's Ms. 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.

They did not do this alone,

however, but alongside the

dedicated Inspector Alexander

Blake of Scotland Yard.

Inspector Blake, how long have

you and Miss Scarlett 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? What you mean suspects?

Inspector Blake? Inspector

Blake, where did you find the

Hall? Inspector Lee? You mean

Ms. Scarlett? Inspector Blake,

can you give us any more

information about the. Neither

Miss Scarlett or myself will be

giving any further comment at

this time as the investigation

is still ongoing. Thank you.

Thank you, James. That's enough

for today. Thank you. On your

way. Name your dress as a thief.

Some driver, Jack Lawson, paid

to transport the horse. But it

wasn't just Lawson. He had help

inside. Help?

If anyone stole that horse, it

was her. The man is a liar. He

would kill his own mother if it

meant getting his hands on my

horse. How dare, dare you speak

of my mother, who, by the way,

never liked you. I'm not

suggesting that you yourself

stole the horse. We know it was

Jack Lawson, real name, Daniel

O'Dwyer, a horse trainer with a

criminal past. Contrary to what

you told me, you didn't donate

money to O'Dwyer's racehorse

charity, but rather you paid him

to steal Trafalgar Spring. Ah.

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

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 had 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 Edouard fatally

injured and drove off with

Trafalgar Spring. Luckily for

us, he got greedy and decided to

keep the horse himself and

ransom it.

Extortion and fraud are

extremely serious offenses.

However, I'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 old

debacle quiet. I believe that

she, like me, has had enough of

the pair of you. What do you

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

Barnabas,

I'm home.

Barnabas. One fluid ounce

of.

What nice are you doing?

Writing my jaw. When I left you

earlier, I went straight to the

stationers and got Thor Name?

Quinlan 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?

One fluid ounce of I o

ding.

You know, you could have told me

about the ransom. Well, 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.

That's far enough out of the way

to enjoy some privacy. And if

anyone should recognize this,

the tables are almost big enough

to hide under. Clarence knows

about us. He guessed.

Well, it's only a matter of time

before everyone finds out. So

let's enjoy the quiet before the

storm. May I? Thank you.

Did you hear about that robbery

that went wrong in Blackfriars?

No. Does that breach our rule?

Oh, he 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

I dare. When I say the burglary

went wrong, mean it went

spectacularly wrong. Do tell.

So it all started in the most

bizarre way.