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Pretzels!
Get your hot pretzels!

- Kinetoscope number three?
- Right over here.

It will be one penny.

No!

- Shot, you think?
- Hmm...

More likely stabbed.

With something narrow.

A-A letter opener?

Possibly.

Sir.

A fingermark.
In some blood.

It's likely a thumbmark.

Less than 24 hours old.

We'll compare it to the ones
we have on file.

Excuse me, please.

You can't go in there, sir. Sir.

I am here
to see Detective Murdoch.

Mr. Tesla.

It appears we are to renew
our acquaintance, Detective.

Once again
under tragic circumstances.

What do you know of this,
Mr. Tesla?

His name is Julius Bosworth.

- He was an inventor like me.
- Did you know him well?

We were engaged
in a correspondence.

He was seeking advice.

His investor
was about to pull out.

Alas, I was in same boat.

Yes, I read that you had
lost funding

for your Long Island
experiments.

I seek a better world.

J.P. Morgan seeks only money.

So I could only advise
as to methods and theory.

What are you doing here?

He said he was close to success
and wanted me to share in it.

Instead, when I arrived,
he was dead

and some of his equipment
had been removed.

What was he working on?

Mr. Bosworth was working on
a device

to render objects invisible.

- Morning, gentlemen.
- Ah, Inspector!

Welcome back!
How was New York?

Too hot, too crowded,
and too bloody big.

Glad to be home, then?

A man's got to earn a living,
Crabtree.

And I'm not exactly home.

I've taken a flat in a house
further down my street.

Sir, I'm sorry to hear that.

Where's Murdoch?

Sir, he's at the scene of
a murder with Nikola Tesla.

Field equations.
I assume you would understand.

Yes, he was working on the
problem of magnetic resonance.

These are my letters.

August 22nd.
Two weeks ago.

Oh, yes. I believe that was
the last one I wrote.

- Is that blood?
- I believe so.

It's been here for some time.

I don't believe
it's from the murder.

Invisibility?

You're having me on.

That's impossible.
Isn't it?

Air is invisible.
Glass and water almost.

- Why?
- No theory accounts for it.

You are not familiar with
the journal Annalen der Physik?

- LI-I don't read German.
- You must!

A recent article
has solved the problem.

See, light can be understood
as packets of energy

that are either absorbed
or reflected by atoms.

If these atoms could be
magnetically realigned,

packets of specific energy
will pass through unperturbed.

Rendering the object invisible.

And that's what this Bosworth
fellow was trying to do?

Precisely.

It's all bollocks,
if you ask me.

Uh, sirs?

Uh, Miss Hart has some results
for you, sir.

Oh, very good.

Mr. Tesla, care to join me?

Of course.

What's your opinion on this
invisibility business, Crabtree?

- Or need I ask?
- Sir, frankly, it disturbs me.

I can see how it might be
to my advantage

to make certain objects
invisible.

Things I don't want
other people to steal.

But what happens
if you've forgotten

what you've done with it?

You'd never find it again.

And next thing you know,
we're all tripping over

invisible objects other people
have left lying around.

Sir, what happens if you're
walking down the road

and there's a hole,
someone's made it invisible,

you fall in and break your leg?

An invisible hole?

Julia.
Ah, you remember...

Oh, Mr. Tesla!
How wonderful to see you again.

- And you, Doctor.
- Are you in town long?

Until we can solve the murder
of my colleague.

Oh, yes, I heard.
How terrible.

We're off to the morgue,
actually,

if you'd care to join us.

Actually, I'm here
to see Constable Crabtree

for writing advice.

Oh. Good idea.

Am I interrupting, George?

Well, I've been charged
with matching the fingermark

found at the crime scene
to those in our files.

While the detective's
classification system does...

If it's a bad time...

Doctor, you would be
relieving me of a great tedium.

Well, I was wondering
if you wouldn't mind

giving our manuscript
a quick read.

It's done, then, is it?

Well, writing is
never quite done, is it?

Always room to improve.

I've managed to liven up
the forensics,

but I'm afraid William's
portion is a bit dry.

He does tend to be precise.

He thinks of our book
as an investigative manual

and that's that!

So I-I was wondering...

I-I could have a look
and provide some thoughts.

Wonderful.

O-Or if you'd like to
try your hand at improving it?

Doctor, I don't know
about that.

Anything you can manage.

It would be greatly appreciated.

He was stabbed
in the left ventricle.

The entry wound was very small.

A screwdriver, perhaps?

That would be my guess.

The depth of the wound
is four inches,

but the shaft
could have been longer.

Have you established
a time of death?

Between 10:30 and midnight.

- George!
- Sir! Uh!

Have you found a match

for the fingermark
we found at the scene yet?

Uh, sir, I'm working on that
right now.

George, we classified
that fingermark

as a right thumb
reverse whorl three.

There can't be more than
a dozen comparables in there.

Sir, I-I apologize.
I-I fell asleep.

Sir, a woman has just reported
Professor Bosworth missing.

Please show her
to my office, Henry.

- Please, have a seat, Miss...?
- Rossini.

Fiona Rossini.

I'm Detective William Murdoch.
This is Mr. Tesla.

- Nikola Tesla?
- Oh, you have heard of me?

Oh, Professor Bosworth
talked about you.

How is it you know
Professor Bosworth?

We live in the same house.
I have the flat below him.

I haven't seen him in days,
and I'm worried about him.

Why is that?

Because he came to see me
the other night,

and he was bleeding
quite badly.

He said he had cut himself
at work.

He's always working.

- When was this?
- Night before last.

No, sorry.

The night before
the night before last.

- So three nights ago.
- Uh-huh.

That could explain the bloody
rags we found in the laboratory.

What did Professor Bosworth
come to see you about?

He had a box
he wanted me to keep.

- A box?
- Mm-hmm.

About this big.
Made of wood.

He said he wanted me to keep it

in case anyone
tried to steal it.

I said,
"Professor, you're bleeding!"

He said it was nothing,
but it bled a lot.

That was the last
I saw of him.

I don't know
if I want to do this.

He was such a nice man, and I've
never seen anyone dead before.

That's not Professor Bosworth.

- It's not?
- No.

The professor is balding
with a mustache

and not terribly handsome.

Though don't say
that I said that.

I'm so relieved!

Though I suppose
I shouldn't be too happy.

After all, this fellow's dead,

and you don't even know
who it is.

Miss Rossini, we'll be needing
to have a look at that box.

Oh, no,
I-I can't give that to anyone.

He was adamant.

As am I, Miss Rossini.

So it wasn't
Professor Bosworth, then?

Apparently I had made
an erroneous assumption.

Which means we still need
to identify our victim.

I'll contact
the other station houses,

see if anyone
has been reported missing.

See that his photograph
is distributed.

Oh, and find out what you can
about Madventure Capital.

Sir.

Sir, I found a match
for our bloody fingermark.

An ex-convict
by the name of Sam Marshall.

Very good.
Bring him in.

Is this Bosworth, then?

I believe it is, sir.

No, it can't be.

Bloody hell.

It really is invisible.

So, apparently not bollocks.

I knew it could work!
I knew it!

Or it's a trick.

Why would Bosworth do that?

He's a scientist,
not a charlatan.

More to the point,

why is he trying to hide
this film, and from who?

- Whom.
- I don't know.

And who's the dead body
in Bosworth's lab?

I don't know.

But I wonder if the man
who left the bloody fingermark

will have an answer
to that question.

You're wasting your time.

To the contrary, Mr. Marshall.

You left a bloody fingermark
at the scene of the crime

which matches
exactly the fingermarks

we have on file for you.

All right, I was there.

But I didn't kill him.

Didn't kill who?

Whoever you think I did.

Perhaps this will jog
your memory.

That's not the man that...

That's the man...

Well...

Please, continue.

I-I've got nothing to say.

Mr. Marshall, I have
enough here to hang you

for the murder of this man.

- Yeah, but I-I didn't...
- Who is he?

- I don't know his name.
- But you recognized him.

You said he was the man who...

What?
What did he do?

Mr. Marshall,
if we end this interview now,

you will hang
for the murder of this man.

Constable?

- Mr. Marshall doesn't seem...
- He... He hired me.

To do what?

Did he hire you
to kill this man two days ago?

I've said all I'm gonna say.

Because if he did, you will
be interested in knowing

that you did not succeed.

- He's alive?
- He's wounded, but not fatally.

The charge will be
attempted murder.

So you'll escape the noose
if you confess.

I was hired by him to kill him.

- Why?
- I don't know.

I didn't ask.

So you stabbed him.

Maybe.

Yes.

And you left him for dead
in his laboratory.

Yes.

Who is this man?

I don't know his name.

I'm not lying!

But... But I know who knows him.

I've seen him once before
with Simon and Ted Alvin.

The sons of Percival Alvin.
The... The banker.

How do you know them?

I've done a few odd jobs
for them.

So we don't know
who the dead man is,

only that he hired this chap
to kill Bosworth.

Now, is it possible
that Bosworth figured it out

and took revenge?

If he did,
I would not blame him.

I'd like to know
who hired someone

to kill Professor Bosworth
and why.

Henry, please bring in Simon and
Theodore Alvin for questioning.

Right away, sir.

Look at this.

Oi, buggerlugs!

Sir!

This is...

Sir, perhaps we could
have a-a word in your office.

Dr. Ogden asked that I read it
and give advice.

Did she ask you
to rewrite any aspect?

She seemed to suggest that
if I had any specific thoughts,

I might include them.

I understand.

She wants it
to be entertaining.

Well, sir...

She's not wrong.

Uh, for example,

that you map out your thoughts
on a blackboard is interesting.

But as far as
a-a technical assessment

of the physical properties
of chalk,

perhaps that would be
best consigned

to some sort of appendix.

I suppose
if it's properly footnoted.

Well, and, sir,
it's not just that.

This is the dullest thing
I've ever read in my life!

And I've read telephone books
at your insistence.

George, the purpose of this book
is not to entertain.

I-It is to educate.

Yes, but sir,
surely for one to be educated,

one must remain awake.

I daresay if I was pitched
in battle with a lion

and this was read aloud
through a bullhorn,

I might make it to the end
with just a couple of yawns.

But after lunch, sitting at
my desk... impossible.

Yes, well, Dr. Ogden's solution

is to inject her writing
with puns.

Oh, her jokes
are terrible, sir!

Your writing makes me
want to fall asleep.

Hers makes me want to
light this document on fire

for the good of humanity.

No.
It's all right, George.

The truth hurts,
but the truth is necessary.

But that's just it, sir.
I-It's not all bad.

I just think you're missing
some of the best parts.

I mean, instead of giving us
detailed instructions

on how to build
a transmitter and receiver,

tell us the story behind it...

How years ago you and Mr. Tesla
built such a device

to elicit an actual confession
to a real murder.

That would really be something.

I mean, the bits and bobs
of its actual construction

could be left to...

The appendix.

Or a separate volume altogether.

- Simon Alvin.
- That's me.

- And you're Theodore Alvin.
- I go by Ted.

Do either of you know this man?

- No.
- Never seen him.

Does the name Professor Bosworth
mean anything?

Never heard of him.

- What about this man?
- Oh, my Lord!

- My God, he's...
- Dead.

- How?
- Why? Why did this happen?

Who is he?

Adam Bester.
He was a friend.

Well, your friend hired a
former employee of your father's

to kill this man.

We don't know anything
about that.

We?
How do you know what he knows?

Are you two in cahoots
over this?

- Not at all.
- Not at all.

If they're not in cahoots,

they still know more
than they're letting on.

I agree.

Ah, gentlemen.

Tomorrow I want you to determine
our victim's last steps,

as well as any connection he may
have had to Professor Bosworth

and Simon and Theodore Alvin.

Right. I'm off.
Good evening, gentlemen.

Verna Jones.

Welcome to the neighborhood,
Tommy.

I'm still on the same street.
Please, do come in.

You've just moved in.

You require hospitality.

And evidently a woman's touch.

Is that "La Boheme"?

You've got an Edison!

My treat to myself.

Margaret didn't care for opera.

Oh, poor you.

My Jack loved opera.

He'd wear his top hat.
I'd get all dressed up.

This is a meat pie.

You can eat it cold
or heat it up.

Thank you.

You know
how to light the stove?

Well, it's just a stove.

It's a gas stove.

Jack bought me one last year.

You have to light
the pilot first.

- The what?
- The pilot.

The stove top
you can light directly,

but the oven, you have to light
the pilot first.

- Or what?
- Your apartment blows up.

If I hear an explosion, I'll
know you didn't take my advice.

We must do something
about this.

So when this package
of light energy hits an atom,

it dislodges an electron.

Which would explain
the photoelectric effect.

But if the atoms are realigned
with magnets...

A resonating magnetic field,
to be precise.

Well, then the light
simply passes right through.

That is correct.

That's fantastic!

Who proposed this theory?

A man
by the name of "Einsteen."

Albert.
No, Alfred.

He's written a few articles
of late.

The last one was.

"On the Electrodynamics
of Moving Bodies."

Sounds fascinating.

It is not as intriguing
as the title suggests.

All about matter and energy

and its relationship
to the speed of light.

It has no practical value.

Do you recall
our first conversation?

We speculated on the possibility
of converting light energy

into a modulated
electrical signal

which could be transmitted
and then received.

Of course.
We called it "tele-vision."

It sounds as though
this "Einsteen" fellow

has described
its underlying theory.

We should build it.

I have a murder
case to solve first, Mr. Tesla.

I will acquire
the necessary materials.

Sir. I checked into
Madventure Capital.

They specialize in
risky commercial loans.

How is our victim, Mr. Bester,
connected?

He owned it,
along with Ted and Simon Alvin.

Odd that
they didn't mention that.

Who wants to bet their company

invested in
Bosworth's invention?

Bring them back in, Henry.

And George,
did you find out about

our victim's last movements?

Sir, I spoke to the maid.

She said he received some sort
of distressing phone call,

left for an arcade
off Yonge Street...

She never saw him again.

Yes.

He was here a few days ago.
Asked for machine three.

What's on machine three?

It used to be a dog doing
tricks, but it's been changed.

What is it now?

Hard to explain.
It needs to be seen.

Although, there is
a bit of a wait.

It is our most popular film.

I'll see it now.

Ah. Of course.

Pardon me, sir.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry,
but I'm drawing the line.

An invisible man is impossible.

It could be possible

if he's realigning
his constituent atoms.

But, sir, how is
he eating or drinking?

I mean, should we be
on the lookout

for undigested porridge
floating about in midair?

That's the other thing I don't
like about this invisibility.

Perhaps he's fasting.

Or realigning his constituent
atoms after every meal.

There is equipment missing
from the lab. That could be why.

So an invisible killer
is running amok.

Excellent.

What have you, George?

Sir, we've not been able
to locate Simon Alvin.

And Theodore?

He was killed in the same manner
as Mr. Bester.

Small piercing wound
to the heart.

Screwdriver?

That was my guess.

So Bosworth is going after them
one at a time.

Where's Tweedledee?

Simon Alvin discovered
his brother's body

and fled the scene.

We haven't been able
to locate him.

Thank you.

A gift.
From a friend.

So is the brother a suspect,
then?

No, but very likely
the next victim.

We need to bring him in.

So how are you going to
find him?

If he's hiding
from an invisible man,

he's hiding from you too.

Simon Alvin.
To see William Murdoch.

Not necessarily.

We both received telegrams

to go to Plimley's Arcade
and watch machine three.

Mr. Alvin, please, have a seat.

He could have slipped in here
ahead of us.

- Who?
- Bosworth, of course.

He intends to kill us all
with an invisible screwdriver.

Why would he do that?

Because we had plans to
discontinue our investment

in his project.

Why?

Because we didn't think
it was going to work.

- Well, it does.
- Clearly.

Please...

So Professor Bosworth
planned to kill you

because you had lost faith

in a project
he knew to be successful.

So why not simply
demonstrate its feasibility

and secure financing elsewhere?

Who knows?
The man is clearly a lunatic.

So, you had no idea
that the project worked

until you saw the film
at the arcade today?

Yes.

Then how did you know about
the invisible screwdriver?

That wasn't on
the kinetoscope reel.

That was part of this film.

Which Bosworth used to show you
that his device worked.

But instead of
ramping up your investment,

you conspired to kill him.

That is total speculation.
I'm not going to stand for it.

You can charge me
with whatever you will.

I will make my case in court.

You're right.

I don't yet have
enough evidence to hold you.

You're free to go.

No, if I leave,
he's going to kill me.

Then give me a reason
to keep you in here.

Professor Bosworth had plans
to stage a public demonstration

in order to secure more funding
for his project.

What he failed to realize
is that invisibility is

most valuable
when no one knows about it.

Hard to keep secrets from
someone you don't know is there.

State secrets.
Industrial secrets.

We would have been
the richest men in the world.

But first you had to kill him.

But we didn't succeed.
So protect me.

Mr. Tesla.

It is called a Nipkow disk.

It is perforated in such a way
that, as it turns,

it sweeps past every point
in an image.

See?

As it does, the light produces
a modulated current

that can be transmitted by wire
to a receiver.

Or recorded
onto a wax cylinder.

I would contend magnetic wire
is superior.

My problem is how to modulate
the light intensity

at the receiving end.

Send the signal through
a telephone receiver,

but instead of attaching
the magnet to a diaphragm...

...attach it
to a fine-toothed comb.

As the magnet moves,

the amount of light
getting through changes.

What's all this, then?

It's something Mr. Tesla
and I...

It is tele-vision.

What?

I-It's a means by which
to convert moving images

into an electrical signal.

Will it help catch
an invisible man?

Detective Murdoch?
Have you seen him?

Miss Rossini?
Is everything all right?

The professor came to see me
last night.

- He did?
- You saw him?

Well, no, not exactly.

He made me turn out the lights,

and then he put a blindfold
on me.

I thought perhaps he'd suffered
some terrible deformity.

- What did he want?
- He'd come for his box.

And when I told him you had it,
he became very angry.

What's happened to him,
Detective?

What's going on?

He has made himself invisible.
That is what happened.

Invisible?

It appears he is attempting
to exact revenge

on all those
he feels have wronged him.

But... But I wronged him.

I let you have the box.
I...

He's here.

He's what?

I can smell his pipe tobacco.

Now that she mentions it...

Yes, I smell it as well.
But...

He must have followed me here.

He touched me!

Shut all the doors!

Good thinking.
We'll trap him.

All right.
No one move.

He's here
inside the station house.

We'll clear the offices
one at a time.

But first I want silence.

Listen.

Look for any sign of movement.
Don't let him escape.

Bloody hell,
shut the door!

Shut the door!

Well, if he was here,
he's escaped now.

Sirs, we've got a problem.

Miss Rossini?

Is he still out there?

If he was here,
he's since fled.

Hold it. Bosworth was here?
In the station house?

Oi!
You keep your nose out of this.

Hey, I gave you a confession
in exchange for protection.

Henry, please escort
Miss Rossini home,

and ensure that her room
is unoccupied.

Sir.

I want protection!

You'll need protection from me

if you don't
keep your mouth shut.

He's right, sir.
We do owe him our best efforts.

We'll have a constable
in the cells at all times.

All the doors
are to stay locked.

Not even an invisible man
can get through bars.

Sirs.
There is a set of keys missing.

What if he took them?

We would have seen the keys
floating through the air.

Not if we weren't looking
at that time.

Well, I say we wait for him.

He's been in here once
and got away.

- More likely he's getting cocky.
- How will we know if he's here?

Even an invisible man
has to open doors.

We need to be alert,
keep our eyes wide open.

Eyes do not stay open.
They blink. They turn away.

It may only be for a moment,
but a moment is all he needs.

So, what do you suggest?

We need an unblinking eye

that remembers
everything that it sees.

Tele-vision.

With tele-vision,
we can re-view events

such as
doors opening and closing,

objects moving by themselves,

which will tell us
when he's in the station.

They will be the eyes
that never close.

They?

We're building four sensors
and one monitor.

So quickly?

Well, the Nipkow disks
have already been drilled.

Mr. Tesla is obtaining
selenium from the university.

The rest is just a reworking
of existing devices.

All to catch an invisible man
that can't possibly exist.

Last night
you embraced the idea.

Well, I accept
that atoms could be realigned

to allow light
through an object, but...

Our bodies are living systems
in a constant state of renewal.

Even if one doesn't eat,

every breath brings in a flood
of nonrealigned atoms.

Perhaps, but air is invisible.

Yes, but those atoms
will join with other atoms

to form molecules which are,
in fact, visible.

What does Alfred Epstein
have to say about that?

What's all this, then?

Ah, sir, have a look.

Bloody hell.
He made it invisible.

You made it invisible.

It's a magician's trick.

The same that Dr. Roberts used
in his time machine.

Oh, right.
I remember.

A-And what about
invisible Bosworth?

Well, his suit would have to
be specifically constructed,

but you can see how
it could work.

But what are the bandages
clinging to if not his head?

Follow me.

He's very good.

Heavily starched
and wrapped around a balloon.

Also a trick.

I confess I'm disappointed

that you would seek
a conventional explanation.

It's what I do.

Let me get this straight...
He's now not invisible.

We don't know that for certain.

I suspect not.

And he wasn't in the station.

It was just our imagination
running amok.

There's more.

Of course there is.
There always is.

- Are we transmitting?
- Mm.

We are now receiving
a signal from the jail cells.

Adjust the primary comb.

And now the speed of the motor.

There.

- This is happening right now?
- It is, sir.

How wonderfull
You got it to work!

We certainly did.

And we can also select
other sensors.

Is that us?

Congratulations, gentlemen,
on your new invention.

Whatever good it's for.

Right, then.
I'll bid you all good night.

Leaving?
We should celebrate!

I have an opera to attend.

You know,
I'm sure you could find a way

to transmit this to our house,

and you could watch it
all night.

It would indeed be possible.

Everyone in the world could
have tele-vision in their homes.

Oh, I-I think it's best not.

The weak-minded would waste

half of their lives
observing it.

It is fascinating to think

that I'm watching
what's happening right now.

William. William! Look!

Where's Henry?

I was just checking the doors
when I was grabbed from behind.

A rag was pushed into my face,

and the next I knew,
Dr. Ogden was shaking me awake.

He'd been chloroformed.

He must have used
the stolen key

to access the back door
to the jail room.

There.

He is invisible.

I was wrong, and it cost
our prisoner his life.

We were both wrong, William.

On the contrary.

I can say with certainty

that your original assumption
was correct.

He is not invisible at all.

- But the tele-vision shows...
- The tele-vision is our proof!

Have you ever seen Bosworth
in this image?

- No.
- Exactly.

Professor Bosworth's realignment

is only effective for light
in the very narrow part

of the electromagnetic spectrum
that humans can see.

If Mr. "Einsteen's" theory
is correct...

Wavelengths outside
the visual range

would also dislodge electrons.

And if Bosworth
were really here...

We would be able
to see him on the tele-vision.

So the fact that we can't
means that he's not invisible.

What can I offer you?

- What have you got?
- Whiskey.

It better be Scotch.

I don't drink anything else.

Got any cigars?

I've never seen a woman
smoke a cigar.

Jack hated it.

So does Margaret.

She won't even let me
kiss her afterwards.

- Oh, Thomas!
- Oh, Vernal.

I-It feels funny
saying your name like that.

It felt nice to hear it.

I don't think I'm ready
to give up on Margaret just yet.

Even if she won't
have you back?

I'm sorry.

Narrow-gauge filament

can be very difficult to see

as long as the line
is kept taut.

But when was it set up?

Constable Higgins was
in the cells the whole time.

Unless...

What if this is the moment
when Henry was attacked?

Could this be
Professor Bosworth?

He never shows
his face to the sensor.

No, he doesn't.

And look.

With one hand,
he's checking the locks,

and with the other hand he's
stringing along the filament.

We've been fooled.

Well, how did he stab him, then?

He shot a bolt.
Likely with a small crossbow.

- How did he get the bolt back?
- Filament.

He was harpooned, then?

Right, so Bosworth
never was invisible.

Neither was the screwdriver.

The film was made
to lure the investors

into providing more funds.

But w-wait a minute.
He had the jail-cell keys.

I mean, if he was visible,
we would've seen him.

Somebody must have been
working with him.

It wasn't one of our own,
was it?

I don't think so.

There was one other person
in the station house

at the time
the key went missing.

Miss Rossini led us to believe

Bosworth was
in the station house.

He touched me!

No one was watching her.

Shut all the doors!

We were all looking
for an invisible man.

That's bloody brilliant.

Have the constables
check the train stations.

- They may be trying to escape.
- Where are you off to?

To find her.
Or them.

George and I will begin
at her house.

- Anything upstairs?
- No, sir.

Have a look at this.

The Great Rossini.
Did you ever see him, sir?

I'm not much
for carnival shows.

Oh, sir, he was incredible.

He would make
his daughter disappear.

He would put her
in one of these chests,

and the next thing you know,
she was gone.

His daughter, George.

Do you think...

Fiona Rossini
is the Great Rossini's daughter.

Good Lord, you're right, sir.

Ah. George.

Sir.

Salt.

Good Lord.

- Sir, isn't that...
- Professor Bosworth.

But if he's dead...

Then Fiona Rossini
is the invisible man.

When my father died,
I inherited his act,

but I had no heart for it.

I bought the house
and took boarders.

Including Professor Bosworth.

We fell in love.

He was so brilliant.

So driven to prove
his device could work.

But it didn't.

He felt he was close.

He was corresponding
with Mr. Tesla.

He just needed
a little more time.

A little more money.

- But the investors balked.
- He was crushed.

So I said to him,

"If you believe,
make them believe."

So you made the screwdriver
appear invisible,

and they fell for it.

And so they decided
to kill him.

And you set out for revenge.

And what better way
than to make them believe

the man they tried to kill
was now invisible

and coming after them?

And the police would
forever be searching

for an invisible man
that does not exist.

How did you figure it out?

A wondrous invention.

Tele-vision.

Once again, Detective, we used
physics to solve a murder.

And had some fun
while you were at it.

Are you going to patent
this tele-vision of yours?

What is to patent?

We didn't do anything

that wouldn't be obvious
to any scientist.

Besides, it would be of
limited interest to the public.

Thank you, Detective Murdoch.

Invisibility,
on the other hand...

I had a visit from George,
by the way.

Yes. I've given him permission
to improve our manuscript.

Well, he suggested that we
arrange the book case by case.

I thought perhaps
we would call it.

"The Cases of Detective Murdoch
and Dr. Ogden."

Or "The Murdoch Case Files."

Am I not to be in the title
at all?

Was it not you that told me

that a writer needs to have
a thick skin?

Yes, William,
but when I said that,

I didn't mean for it
to be applied to me!