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We tramp all day, stopping
for lunch of course,

and then we arrive at the
Blackhurst Inn in time for dinner.

So truly roughing it.

Well, it won't be too grand.

And I just thought it might
be a nice change for us.

We get to relax, enjoy nature...

Coo-ee!

- Over here!
- Meet new people.

Couldn't we just tramp
to the inn ourselves?

Travelling with other
people will be fun.

We can make new friends.

Well, finally!

We've been waiting for an hour.

Father, please. It
hasn't been that long.

Clair, you're too sweet.

- You need to speak up for yourself.
- Priscilla Bantam.

Would you be so kind as
to help me with my valise?

We have to load our own cases

onto this sorry excuse for a horse?

- Yes, Father.
- Then what are we paying for?

The day has barely
started, Mr. Ferdinand.

Let us start off on a good foot.

William. This is Mr.
Johnson, our tour guide.

- Ah. Pleasure to meet you.
- Mr. Johnson?

You can't be from around here.

My family has lived here for centuries.

David Johnson is not my true name.

- What is your true name?
- Father.

- Father.
- Mr. Ferdinand,

- I believe your daughter is looking for you.
- Oh.

Have you been a guide
in these parts long?

This is my first summer
working at the inn.

But I know every inch
of this land, of course.

Do you know all local melanerpes?

That's the genus of several
different species of woodpeckers.

I take it that you do.

Please correct me if I misidentify
any birds, Professor Leamington.

I think we're about
ready to get started.

Mrs. Bantam. Allow me to introduce
you to my wife, Dr. Julia Ogden.

Let us be on more familiar
terms. Call me Priscilla.

Do keep your eyes up for
the sharp shinned hawk.

It would be so easy for amateur
bird-watchers to miss them.

Who are you?

I am a professor of zoology
at the University of Toronto.

I specialize in ornithology.

- Oh, you don't say.
- Ooh-hoo-hoo.

Well, then, it appears
we have an expert here.

I hope Station House 4 is
muddling along without you.

I'm certain they are doing just fine.

It is wonderful to be here.

You know, I could look into
other group expeditions.

- We could do this every other weekend!
- Oh, stop.

I'm serious.

Of course, Ruthie quit her job

- as soon as she realized she was with child.
- Of course.

Apparently the hospital
directors were quite surprised.

Surprised she lasted this long?

- Ruth is a very hard worker.
- Of course.

But taking care of a baby
is the hardest work there is,

so Ruth tells me.

She said we'll need at
least three nursery maids.

Three maids? Higgins,
won't that cost a fortune!

- Well, my taxi business is still going strong.
- Is it?

Wait a minute. Didn't Rupert Newsome's
wife give you both bags of money?

Lucinda bought us a house
but she only gives us

a small monthly allowance.

- That woman.
- I know. She's richer than Croesus,

you'd think she could afford
to give us what we deserve.

No, Higgins. That woman!

I'm just wild for gambling.

Care to bet a dollar that we'll see
a beaver dam in the next half hour?

A dollar for beavers? Well,
let's make this interesting.

I'll bet you ten dollars

I can flip heads ten times on this coin.

That's impossible. You're on.

No, I don't know anyone in
the Medical Science Building.

Only fellow zoologists.

I see. Well, I am a surgeon.

Oh, I think just saw
a long-billed curlew.

They remind me of the Latham's snipe.

Have you ever seen one?
They are magnificent.

No, I don't believe I have.

You wouldn't have. They
breed primarily in India.

You know, I read several ornithology
journals prior to this trip,

and one mentioned that very bird.

Except it said it lives
primarily in Australia and Japan.

- How did you do that?
- It's all in the wrist.

- One more toss. Double or nothing?
- If you insist.

I think you offended
Professor Leamington.

I'm sure he's used to scholarly banter.

- Miss Ferdinand.
- Please, call me Clair.

Oh, have you ever done
any fishing, Clair?

- Can't say that I have.
- Your wife is quite interesting.

- Have you been married long?
- Oh, a few years, yes.

Happy ones?

It's a community allotment.

Too many people to
count have access to it.

I spoke to the woman
who dug up the head.

She was last here three days ago.

Nobody saw anything.

Perhaps the victim was buried at night.

What have you been doing, Higgins?

Supervising, sir.

However, my shift is over now, so,

- I'll be on my way.
- Hold your horses, hurricane.

Watts is on a case, Murdoch's
away. I want you two to take this.

- Us, sir? Are you sure?
- Higgins.

Here, they've got the rest of the body.

Deep cuts on the ankle.
What does that indicate?

Sir, what if the killer's plan

was to dismember the rest of the
body but they were interrupted.

Startled by someone?
Very good, Crabtree.

- That means there could be a witness.
- Or not.

Eh?

Perhaps the killer just gave up.

I've always thought it would
be a tremendous amount of work

to do a complete dismemberment.

Isn't it lunchtime all ready?

- I'm starving.
- You're in luck, Mr. Ferdinand.

- This is the clearing where we stop for lunch.
- Oh.

Not much of a clearing if you ask me.

- Watch it, you oaf!
- Are you all right?

Mr. Ferdinand.

You're a cheat!

- Give that back!
- I will not!

And I want my fifty dollars back!

- No, no, no, that is my fifty dollars.
- What's all this about?

He has a double-head coin!

That's how he won our
bets! I want my money back!

Now, wait, lady. I won, you lost.

Hey! Give me back my coin, that
is my coin, that is my property.

I demand that you give
that back to me right now.

Perhaps we should find
our own lunch spot?

I think Mr. Johnson
has the lunch hampers.

Oh, I think I can get one
without anyone noticing.

- Oh, aren't you sly.
- Ooh.

What was that?

I don't know. It sounded
like it came from over there.

But I don't see anything.

Sit right here, Father.
The best seat in the house.

Hm.

I saw those lunch hampers.

The sandwiches looked inedible.

Well, let me see if I can
go find you some water, hm?

Very well.

Look out!

William!

Are you all right?

No! He's a lunatic. He just attacked me.

I was protecting you. You
could have been killed.

I just might die from
the injury you gave me!

Let me have a look.

- Oh, it's just a little cut.
- Here.

I can clean it up and bandage it.

You know, I don't think I've received

the attention of a female doctor before.

Certainly never one so beautiful.

Actually, it's not that bad.

You can bandage it up

- when we get back to the inn.
- Yah!

Let's have some lunch.

Miss Hart.

What surprise do you have
in store for me today?

A murder victim in parts.

Buried in a community garden.

- Is all the body accounted for?
- I believe so.

- When can we expect a full report?
- Tomorrow morning.

- Can't we start today?
- I started early today

which means I'll be finishing soon.

You wouldn't want shoddy work.

Of course not, Miss Hart. As you were.

Thank you for understanding.

- Gentlemen.
- Miss Hart.

We shall look forward
to your report tomorrow.

- I am off the clock, Constable.
- Good.

Because your date is
here to take you out.

Hm. Just in time.

I was thinking, tonight
we could go to Le Coq d'Or.

I've heard of that place.

They're not going to let me in.

You're forgetting
something very important.

I've got money.

Money opens every door.

Of course, it's a beginner's mistake

to identify as herring gulls

what were clearly swallow-tailed gulls.

But I won't blame you for that error.

- Are you certain?
- Oh yes, quite certain.

That is it.

You, sir, are a fraud.

Now, I know for a fact
that swallow-tailed gulls

only live in South America
and they don't migrate.

I know this because my daughter and I

spent three months this
spring birdwatching in Peru.

Are you suggesting that
I've misidentified that bird?

I find it curious that I, a layman,

know more about that bird than you.

Mm. The president of the University

happens to be a good friend of mine.

When we get back to Toronto
I'm going to tell him

what a buffoon you are.

Buffoon?

I read this inn has excellent
dinners and feather beds.

I thought you said this
trip wouldn't be too grand.

Well, it's no tin of beans and a
cold mat on the ground, but it'll do.

Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey.

- Oh, dear.
- Don't touch her!

- Father.
- Keep your hands to yourself, sir.

- Sir, I was only...
- I saw what I saw.

Well, Collins, wasn't
it? The groundskeeper?

I remember you from last year.

I believe this young man was merely

assisting your daughter, Mr. Ferdinand.

You might not know much, Mr. Murdoch

but you must know that

you can't let a man
like that take liberties.

Father, enough.

It's quite a place you
have here, Mr. Hager.

Well, I'm glad you think so.

I've run this place for 20 years.

And some folks,

like Mr. Ferdinand and his daughter,

come back every summer.

Do they?

I got the distinct impression
that the trip thus far

hasn't been up to Mr.
Ferdinand's standards.

Oh, that's just his way.

Did I hear my name?

Oh, we were just saying
that you've been our guest

for over a couple of years now.

I don't know why I keep coming.

I hope this year the bed doesn't sag.

You have the best in the house.

I'll see everyone in the morning.

I'm heading upstairs, as well.

Goodnight, everyone.

What does everyone say
to a game of hearts, hm?

- I'm in.
- Oh, actually, I'm feeling quite tired.

- Shall we?
- You've read my mind. Good night.

Well, it looks like it's
just you and I, Mr. Hagar.

I'm game if you are.

Ahh.

Alone at last.

What do you say tomorrow
morning we take a canoe out

and do some discovering on our own?

Perhaps we could find
that swallow-tailed gull

that's mysteriously
made its way to Canada.

And prove that Professor
right? Not on your life.

Help! Help! Someone!

- Mr. Collins.
- What's the matter? Are you hurt?

It's Mr. Ferdinand!

He's... he's...

He's dead.

What were you doing in
Mr. Ferdinand's room?

I wasn't.

I was turning down
the lamps in the hall.

I thought I heard something coming
from this room, a scuffle, a voice.

So you knocked on the door?

No, sir.

Mr. Ferdinand made his
feelings toward me quite clear.

I didn't think he'd
want me asking after him.

I see. What then?

I heard glass breaking.

That's when I tried the door.

It was open and I entered, and...

Did you see anyone else?

I may have seen someone
climbing out the window.

But I couldn't be sure, it was too dark.

Right. Thank you.

Is there a Constabulary
near here to the inn?

They're about a half day's riding away.

They don't have an
automobile, as far as I know.

See if you can find
someone to can contact them.

And no one is to leave here.

Yes, Detective.

- William.
- Yes?

He was stabbed in the abdomen
with a thin, sharp blade.

Deep enough to puncture
the inferior vena cava.

He would have died very quickly.

So, just before Mr.
Collins entered the room?

Or just shortly after.

Ordinarily, I'd begin by asking

who would wish the victim dead.

But in Mr. Ferdinand's case,

it may be easier to ask
who didn't wish him harm.

I had to slip the maitre
d'hotel five dollars,

but I hear the broiled
quail is worth it.

I'll have that, then.

Ah, yes.

We'll start with the coquille of crab,

- followed by the...
- Pardon me,

we are out of that.

Oh. Well, then we'll start
with the oysters en brochette...

We're out of that, too.

All of the oysters.

Really, sir, we're out of everything.

- Everything?
- Unfortunately.

Impossible.

Go to the kitchen and
tell us what you do have.

There must be something.

You heard the lady.

I can't believe this.
This is an outrage.

Higgins! I thought I
told you to clean this up.

I can't just put it
away. It's not finished.

That's how jigsaw puzzles work.

Yes, I know that. So,
why don't you finish...

What the bloody hell is that
doing there? Put it away!

Sir, the way that a jigsaw
puzzle works is that...

I know how a jigsaw
puzzle works, Higgins.

Margaret saw one at our
neighbour's house a while back,

so of course she had to have one.

What was the picture on the front?

I don't bloody know!

It's a pastime for ladies.

Oh, no sir. It's for everyone.

It's not for Constables
in a Station House.

- Now, get rid of it.
- Sir, right away.

I've been to the morgue,
I have Miss Hart's report.

- Good, I'll take a look.
- By her estimation, the victim was killed

late afternoon two days
ago and was buried between

midnight and three
o'clock in the morning

- before the gardener dug her up.
- Excellent work, Crabtree.

Higgins, what have you been up to?

Did you find out the
identity of the victim?

No, sir. I've been
through her possessions

- but there was nothing to identify her.
- A reticule. Anything in this?

Just a receipt.

A delivery slip.

With an address on it.

Probably hers.

And you didn't think
this was of any relevance?

C'mon, Higgins.

Helmet, Higgins.

Tonight, you and me.

Perhaps.

- Promise me...
- I have to go.

- Well, he won't know.
- Someone's here.

Miss Ferdinand.

We're terribly sorry about your father.

I wanted to tell you both something.

When I came down this morning I
passed Mrs. Bantam on the stairs and

she was counting some money.

Do you think she stole
it from your father?

I don't want to say.

It's probably nothing but

she was very angry with my father.

Thank you for telling us.

- You don't think that she...
- We'll speak with Mrs. Bantam.

Could you tell me a little
bit more about what happened?

Mr. Hagar won't allow me
to see my father's room.

It's probably for the best.

Are you all right?

I just can't believe
that my father is dead.

Carry on, Whitnow.

Ah, any luck with the address?

Well, sir, we found the
victim's name. Miss Emily Bishop.

We spoke to her neighbour, sir.

Miss Bishop never had any visitors.

Apparently she just kept to herself.

Maybe she fell in with the bad lot.

Or maybe she was the bad lot.

Look what we found when
we searched her room.

This account book is from
the office where she worked.

Why would she have taken those?

What are you implying?

Did you somehow obtain
the money you had lost

through wagers to Mr. Ferdinand?

Be direct, man.

Are you asking if I killed Mr. Ferdinand

and took back my money?

You were seen this morning
counting some money.

What of it? I have rather a lot.

All right, tell us what
happened last night.

You went upstairs, you
were in your room alone,

all night?

Do you want to picture me
in my boudoir, Detective?

Please answer the question.

Yes, I was in my room. I
didn't leave it all night.

And I would hardly kill
someone for cheating me

out of the paltry sum of $50.

Thank you, Mrs. Bantam.

You didn't really answer the question.

Were you alone?

We are ladies, aren't we?

Let's be discreet.

Now, there's definitely
more to the story

than Mrs. Bantam is telling us.

But I don't know if the
truth will have anything to do

with Mr. Ferdinand's death.

Well, what could her motive be?

She didn't seem that upset
about the money she'd lost.

Yes, but all kinds of people can
have moments of murderous impulse.

I have a feeling Mr. Ferdinand's murder

was not committed on impulse.

There it is.

As I suspected: saw marks.

Wish I'd seen that earlier.

Could they have cut the branch
and then remained in the tree?

Perhaps they waited for Mr.
Ferdinand to be underneath...

Surely they would have been seen.

The other possibility is that is was cut

three-quarters of the way through

and then they let gravity do the rest.

Hello there, Miss...

Miss Irwin.

We're here to inquire about Miss Bishop.

She is the accountant.

I'm afraid to say she's dead.

She's been murdered.

Huh. You don't say.

Leave it to Emily to get
murdered. What a go-getter.

We found files and account books
from this office in her home.

Emily never stopped working,
even nights and weekends.

Can you believe that?

Who brings work home with them?

That is strange.

Miss Irwin, we couldn't have a
word with the owner, could we?

Uh, yeah, I'll get him.

That's terrible.

Why would this happen?

Miss Bishop was such a hard worker.

Now what am I going to do?

Do you of know of anyone who
may have wished Miss Bishop ill?

No, all she did was work
here. It was her whole life.

We did find files from
your office in her home.

I told her not to do that!

Those are confidential documents.

I am the main supplier
of medical equipment

for all the hospitals in Toronto.

There are many other men
vying for my contracts.

- Anybody in particular come to mind?
- Derek Winslow.

My main competitor.

He's been trying to
take me down for years.

Is it possible Miss Bishop was planning

to sell information to Mr. Winslow?

And then he killed her for it?

It doesn't seem likely
for either of them.

But, stranger things
have happened at sea.

I read in Maclean's magazine

that there are now
wilderness camps for girls.

Oh, do you wish there had been
those when you were a girl?

Even if there were, I don't
think I would have been allowed.

Little Julia Ogden, covered
in mud and mosquito bites.

- You would have hated it.
- Perhaps you're right.

But I do love it when we go camping.

Well, staying at a beautiful inn

is hardly wilderness survival.

This is the wilderness,
William, is it not?

Well, the bed certainly
looked comfortable.

It's a shame we hardly slept in it.

Poor Mr. Ferdinand.

First, the tree branch
almost kills him...

We now know there was a
first attempt on his life.

That narrows down our list of suspects.

That would mean that
it couldn't have been

anyone from our travel party.

No, someone already at
the inn who travelled

to the lunch area and then back.

Mr. Hagar?

I don't think he could
have climbed the tree.

That only leaves George Collins.

Yes, we'll have to interview
him when we get back.

Perhaps there's a previous
history between the two men.

Wait, William!

Is that Mr. Collins?

Is he alive?

I'm afraid not.

He died from a heavy blow to the head.

There are shards in the wound
but I can't tell what they are.

No attempt to hide the body.

Perhaps the killer was interrupted.

If someone did come along,
they would have seen the body.

Mr. Collins' horse is
packed. He was leaving.

So, he killed Mr. Ferdinand,
and then intended to flee?

But then, who killed him?

Well, now.

Julia.

It's heavy and large enough.

And it would account for
the shards in the wound.

A salt lick.

I believe we've found our murder weapon.

William.

R.L.

Professor Leamington.

Do you think he killed him?

What reason would he have
to kill a groundskeeper?

You and the missus would be
better off having a baby girl.

Why's that, sir?

Well, I brought up two boys.

I imagine it's easier.

Sugar and spice, and
all that kind of thing.

Ruth says that whether the
baby is a boy or a girl,

she wants the middle name to
be Roger after her brother.

As long as the name is all the
child gets from Roger Newsome.

That's my sky bit.

- Give it here.
- Sir, I'm doing the edge pieces.

Give it there, that's
for my pile! Crabtree?

Sir, I've just been to the
office of Winslow Medical Supplies

- and spoke to Mr. Winslow.
- The competitor that Mr. Graham mentioned.

He says he's never heard of Miss Bishop,

and I'm inclined to believe him.

He is keen to unseat Mr. Graham,

but seems to me to be on the level.

So you don't think Mr.
Winslow tried to buy

any official documents off Miss Bishop?

I don't think so, sir.

Not to mention he has an alibi
for the night in question.

What about Mr. Graham?

Her boss? He seemed to like her.

Maybe that's the problem.

He tried it on her and she rejected him.

Well, I had thought of that already sir,

and I've been by the house,

questioned each of the family members,

they all gave him an alibi.

Good work, Crabtree.

At least one of you is on the case.

Sir, our leads are all
dead. The case is a dud.

You can't just give it up, Higgins.

Start with what you know.

Other than her name and address,

we don't know anything.

She has no family, no
friends that we could find.

The two suspects we did
find both have alibis.

I am bedeviled, sir.

She didn't just dismember
herself and fall into the garden.

I mean, somebody did it.

And they did a terrible job, as well.

Higgins, you're right.

They did a terrible job.

With me.

With me.

Ah, peace at last.

- Why are we back here?
- Just trust me.

- There are other restaurants.
- Not like this one.

You're back. How interesting.

I hope you haven't
run out of food again.

I'm afraid so.

This restaurant was very poorly run.

That will change, starting now.

- I'm sorry, sir?
- As of twelve o'clock this afternoon,

I am the new owner of this restaurant.

And we will no longer
require your services.

And anyone who has a
problem is invited to leave.

Did you really just buy this restaurant?

Indeed I did.

- You wanted to see me?
- Yes, Professor.

Is this about those awful murders?

I've already said, I don't
know anything about that.

We found something of
yours in the stable.

Next to George Collins' body.

I've never seen that before in my life.

It's monogrammed with your initials.

So it is.

But what does that prove?

Mr. Ferdinand questioned
your credentials, did he not?

I heard him say that he was
going to tell the president

- of the university that you were...
- A buffoon?

The nerve of that man, thinking he
knew more about birds than I did.

Did you have George
Collins kill Mr. Ferdinand?

And then, when he took
fright and wanted to flee,

- did you kill him too?
- Enough.

I haven't killed anyone.

Then why was your
handkerchief in the stable?

I can't say.

Well, then Professor,
you leave me no choice

- but to arrest you for the murder of...
- Wait. No.

All right,

I was in the stable.

But I never saw Mr. Collins.

Why were you in there?

I couldn't possibly
divulge that information.

Need I remind you that two
men are dead, Professor?

I was with Priscilla.

Mrs. Bantam.

We went there to get some privacy.

Detective!

Apologies for being
so direct, Mrs. Bantam.

I should think so.

Were you alone with the Professor today?

Yes. In the stables.

I've always adored horses.

Did you see George Collins
while you were in the stables?

The professor and I, if you
must know, were in the hayloft

when that young man came in
and began saddling his horse.

We climbed down the
ladder outside. Quite fun.

And were you also with
the Professor last night,

in your room, when Mr.
Ferdinand was murdered?

Aren't you an inquisitive one?

Yes, we were together.

Thank you, Mrs. Bantam.

Detective?

I think your wife
suffers from indiscretion.

I assure you I do not
have the same problem.

Why did the killer do
such a lousy job, Higgins?

I mean, consider where we are.

- Toronto?
- Yes, exactly.

The garden where Miss Bishop
was buried is right there.

But just a block this way,
there's a construction site

where they're pouring foundations.

The killer could have dumped
the body in the concrete pit.

That would've been smart.

And just a street over this way,

there's a manufacturing plant for acid.

They could have dumped the body
in acid, never to be seen of again.

And just another street beyond
that, there's a glue factory.

Do you see what I'm saying?

Why the garden?

Well, of all the places
you just mentioned,

it would have still be fairly
hard to dispose of a body.

The garden is right there.

So why the shallow grave?

Have you ever tried to dig a grave?
It's not as easy as you think.

I've done my share of digging, Henry.

So you're suggesting the killer had both

a powerful animosity towards Miss Bishop

and was also incredibly lazy.

I'm suggesting the killer possessed

both those inclinations
and lived very close by.

That's Miss Irwin! Her co-worker!

Could she have hated the
hardworking Miss Bishop that much?

I've just searched David Johnson's room.

The tour guide. He also
cares for the stables.

Where George Collins was killed.

- What did you find?
- A letter.

"David. I saw you leave
Mr. Ferdinand's room.

I know you killed him. Give
me $50 and I won't tell."

- Signed George.
- George Collins was blackmailing him.

Mr. Johnson! A word.

Julia, you stay here.

William! He's fleeing.

I'm going after him.

David Johnson! Rein in your horse!

Just let me go.

I'm a Police Detective.
You're coming with me.

Why did you run?

Does it matter?

I know that look.

- You've already made up your minds.
- Why do you say that?

I've been in jail before.

For something I didn't do.

I know how it works.

What can you tell us about this letter.

I've never seen it before.

It was addressed to
you from George Collins.

What reason would I have
to kill Mr. Ferdinand?

This is my first summer working here,

I only met him yesterday.

He was a horrible man, but

the world's full of 'em.

I do question motive.

This letter would suggest
that you killed Mr. Ferdinand,

you were then seen leaving
his room by Mr. Collins,

who then attempted to blackmail you.

I never got this letter.

And why would he try and
blackmail me for money?

He knew I didn't have any.

Miss Irwin, given that
your apartment still has

several traces of the crime,

this interview, I suppose, is
little more than a formality.

I didn't do it! You can't prove it.

Someone else killed her.

Somebody else killed
her in your apartment?

Miss Irwin, it was you. It had to be.

I am not saying another word.

George, let me take this.

Miss Irwin,

I think I know what kind
of person Miss Bishop was.

- Oh, really?
- Mm.

Always the first to arrive,

the last to leave, taking files home...

Made you look bad.

She would always chide me
for not keeping my desk clean.

I hated her!

She even came to your
apartment to boss you around.

Can you believe that?

Did you get into a fight?

She just went on and on about
how I should work as hard as her,

and how I was so lazy.

- I got up from my chair and...
- You hit her?

You were pushed to the edge,
weren't you, Miss Irwin?

Your nerves were shot.

And every day you would go to the office

and have to watch little
Miss Perfect working so hard.

When a person goes to their
job, they don't want to see that.

- Exactly.
- No,

you want to come in a few minutes late,

leave a few minutes early,

and when you're off the clock, you
do not want to think about work.

She wouldn't stop.

I just pushed her.

She hit her head on the mantle
and there was blood everywhere.

She died right there on my floor.

And then...

And then I had to get rid of her,

- and that was... hard work.
- Hard work.

All right, I think I've heard enough.

Higgins, why don't we take Miss
Irwin down to the holding cells.

That is, if it's not too much trouble.

No, not at all. I still have
at least an hour on my shift.

Come on, Miss Irwin.
No point making a fuss.

I think Mr. Johnson is telling the truth

when he says that he's never
seen that letter before.

I agree.

Which got me thinking that
perhaps he didn't write it.

You think someone else wrote
it to try and frame Mr. Johnson?

I had a search in Mr. Collins' room
for a sample of his handwriting.

And you found something...

"My darling, we will be
together forever. Soon."

It's the same handwriting
as the letter to Mr. Johnson.

But it's addressed to the inn

and the intended
recipient was Mr. Collins.

"Greetings from Peru".

You, sir, are a fraud.

Now, I know for a fact
that swallow-tailed gulls

only live in South America
and they don't migrate.

I know this because my daughter and I

spent three months this
spring birdwatching in Peru.

Don't touch her!

- Father!
- Sir, I was only helping the lady.

Collins, wasn't it?

Keep your hands to yourself.

Clair Ferdinand and George
Collins were in love.

Her father would never
have let them be together.

So George Collins killed Mr. Ferdinand.

Mr. Collins stabbed Mr. Ferdinand,

and then, to make sure
he wasn't a suspect,

he made himself a witness.

Help! Help! Someone!

We need to find Clair.

Ah, Professor, have
you seen Miss Ferdinand?

Oh, yes, I heard her say
she was going for a walk.

Right, Julia, you stay
here. I'll find her.

Clair?

Miss Ferdinand!

Fancy a young woman like that
enjoying such a violent sport.

Ordinarily, I wouldn't
let her go out alone,

but I thought it would be good for her.

Fresh air, thrill of the hunt.

Are you talking about Clair Ferdinand?

Yes. She went out with my hunting rifle.

Clair?

Clair?

Miss Ferdinand.

I just need to speak with you.

Did you know what George
Collins was planning?

Clair?

Miss Ferdinand. We found you.

If you don't mind. I'm hunting.

Put down the gun, Clair.

Detective Murdoch and I
just want to talk to you.

I didn't do anything.

That's enough, Clair!

It's over.

My father is dead. What
do you want from me?

Your lover is dead, too.

And it was your doing.

You're coming with us.

We found the blackmail letter you wrote.

Your plan to frame David Johnson

for George Collins' murder didn't work.

Tell us what happened.

My father hated George.

We could have never been together.

So George Collins murdered him?

I didn't want him to.

When he told me what
he'd done, I was shocked.

I could never be with him after that.

He went wild.

I had no other choice...
everything happened so fast.

And that's when you hit
him with the salt lick?

I just wanted to get away.

I didn't mean to kill him.

I didn't mean for any of this to happen.

That's a very sad story.

Unfortunately, I'm not
one for romantic fiction.

You planned with George
Collins to murder your father.

You showed him precisely where to sit

so that he would be
hit by the tree branch.

Ah! Ah!

You stayed up late...
playing cards with Mr. Hagar,

so that you would have an alibi.

You even tried to implicate
Mrs. Bantam but it didn't work.

George Collins was worried the
two of you would be found out.

And he wanted to run.

But you knew it would
make you both look guilty.

You panicked and you killed him.

I will never forgive myself

for what I've done to George.

But I'm happy that my father is dead.

You wanted your lover
and your inheritance.

Shame you won't be able
to spend it behind bars.

I've just been to the cells
to check on Miss Irwin.

Yes, well, I've been
hard at work as well.

You haven't filled out the
incarceration forms, have you?

Not quite.

And you haven't cleared away
this infernal jigsaw puzzle...

- I told you I can't until...
- I know, I know, until it's finished.

You know what? I'm going to finish
it, then it can go back in the box.

Well, if you insist.

What's the point of this, anyway?

At least with a word puzzle,
you're using your brain.

Here you're just reassembling a picture.

Why does everything
have to have a point?

Jigsaws are just fun.

Right. Until you can't
finish it and get bored.

Precisely.

Too much work.

You know, Higgins, I see an affinity
that you share with Miss Irwin.

- Oh?
- Yes, you're both lazy as lords.

But I would never kill you, George.

Oh, well, that's a relief.

That would double my workload.

Well, you'll never finish it like that.

Come to lunch with me.

- Somewhere new.
- No. I'm busy.

You go, though. Your
restaurant needs you.

I've tired of it.

Once I fired that man
it wasn't so fun anymore.

You really do, don't you?

Do what?

Work with dead bodies.

Does it disgust you?

It's gruesome.

I'm glad we didn't have to escort
Miss Ferdinand back ourselves.

Those two local constables seemed
glad to have to go to Toronto.

And Mr. Hagar didn't mind lending
us all this camping equipment?

Not at all.

Well, William. You've
got what you wanted.

A private camping trip.

I'm sorry our little
holiday didn't go as planned.

It can be fun to meet new people.

But I think we'll have
more fun on our own.

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