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Good morning, constable.

George, what have you?
A skeleton, sir.

Yes, thank you, constable.

The circumstances?
Yes, of course, sir.

The workers were digging
this pit here,

they found this
poor chap about 15 feet down.

They should have left
the body where it lay,

but time is money, I suppose.
Indeed.

I'd say he's been down
there some time, sir. Mmm.

Yes, about 30 years or so, I'd say.

30 years?
Yes, he was buried under a landfill.

If I'm not mistaken, there were
once docks here for passenger boats.

Interesting.
Perhaps he was expecting trouble.

Indeed.

His pocket flask has held up well.

And, sir, it appears those chains
were wrapped around his entire body.

In that case, George, however he went
into the water, I'd say it's safe

to assume someone didn't
want him coming back up.

A Philadelphia Derringer
manufactured in 1862,

the same type of gun
used to kill Abraham Lincoln.

When was the dock filled in?

1865.

So our man was murdered between
'62 and '65, that's 35 years ago.

Probably just some rummy
who got rolled.

This flask is full.

Oh! Bloody gin!

It's filled to the top.

This is a five ounce flask.

So?

There are only four ounces in it.

Oh, my. Well, how about that?

"Jerod Hampson and Lynden Grove. "

"Mr Shanly is to be entrusted
under my authority

"to oversee this cargo. "

Which cargo?

And what did this key open?

I have no idea, sir, but this
is signed by John A MacDonald.

The old Prime Minister?

Our first Prime Minister, sir.

It would appear that this victim
of ours isn't just some rummy.

Sir, I love secret compartments.

They're so mysterious.

I'm thinking about putting
a secret compartment in my book.

I mean the story, not a secret
compartment in the actual...

Sir! A secret compartment
in the actual book!

Think about it, you could
hide a... a smaller book...

George, why don't you see if Jerod Hampson and
Lynden Grove are included in the census records?

Yes, sir. Sir, what's this key for?
I don't know yet, George.

Sir, do you think this note was
signed by the John A MacDonald?

Well, I have no reason
to believe it wasn't.

I hear he was something
of a tragic figure, sir.

He had a sickly wife who was
addicted to opium, his younger

brother was murdered and, of course,
he himself, sir, was a bit of a...

Run along now, George, and see if
you can find any newspaper reports

on Shanly's disappearance, and if
he had any dealings with MacDonald.

Yes, sir. Right, away.

Any initial impressions, doctor?

Actually, I have discovered
something of interest.

The lateral section of the fourth rib had a deep
scratch, suggesting an encounter with a knife.

Could that be the cause of death?

I can only say that at some point
in this man's life he was stabbed.

The knife entered the ribs just
below the right armpit by what

appears to have been
a slight upper thrust.

But, yes, it likely killed him.

I find that an odd location,
beneath the arm.

Shake my hand.

Interesting.

Yes, that could be how it happened.

Yes. Which would imply
that the killer was left-handed.

Very good, Julia.

Was there anything else?

This is a pile of bones, William.

Consider yourself lucky
we found what we did.

Yes, of course.

Sir, I'm afraid there's no record of a Jerod
Hampson or a Lynden Grove pre-dating 1861.

However,
I do think we've found Mr Shanly.

He disappeared October 22nd, 1864.

The Minister of Defence?

Top toff, then, was he?

Which begs the question, how does a
Minister in the Canadian government

end up being
chucked into Toronto harbour?

Actually, sir, begging the
question is a term for a logical

fallacy in which the proposition to
be proved is assumed in the premise.

It's not a question
that begs to be asked? No.

Then why the hell do they
call it that? I don't know.

So how do you intend to proceed?

Well, sir, I believe I'll
start with Mr Shanly's widow.

Mortimer just dropped
off the face of the earth.

I'd assumed he'd met some
unkind fate, of course.

Do you have any idea what he might
have been doing down at the docks?

None. As far as I knew he was in Quebec
City, where parliament was in session.

Did he have any enemies?

He was in politics.

Ones that may have wished him harm?

Mortimer was obsessed with the idea that the Union
Army would attack Canada when the south was defeated.

Ah, yes. A common fear at the time. One
of the reasons for Canadian Confederation.

Morty was convinced that the
Union government was spying on him.

They may very well have been.

He was the Minister of
Militia and Defence, after all.

Do you think that's
who killed him then?

The Americans?

It's much too early to say
for certain, Mrs Shanly.

Well, please keep me informed.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got
to make plans to bury my husband.

Detective Murdoch, I presume?

Yes? Carson Turner, Toronto Gazette.

Any developments on the Shanly case?

Not as yet.
And now is certainly not the time.

Was anything
recovered from the body?

A letter from John A MacDonald,
perhaps?

I'm not at liberty to
discuss matters of evidence.

Do you deny finding such a letter?

I won't confirm or deny anything until I've
concluded my investigation, Mr Turner, was it?

Thank you for your time.

Good day.

George.

Rather a small turn-out.

Have you spoken with everyone?

Yes, sir. Mostly friends and
professional acquaintances.

I have all their names
and addresses. Very good.

Sir,
an old friend of ours is here today.

An old friend?

Terrence Meyers.

We are gathered here today to mark
the passing of Mortimer Shanly...

So, sir, clockwise from this chap
nearest us we have Colonel Grodin...

Army man? Yes, sir.

American Civil War. Oh? Which side?

The South, he told me twice.
He's living in St Catharines now.

What's his relationship
to the deceased?

Friends, apparently.

Next to him we have Lawrence Cheevers,
now that's Shanly's old secretary,

now working for
the government of Ontario.

Over here standing next to the widow
and her family, Bertrand Jacobson,

another friend.
Now lives in Toronto.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures, He
leadeth me towards water, He restores my soul.

He leadeth me in the path of
righteousness for his name's sake.

Amen. Amen.

He is at peace.

Detective. Mr Meyers.

Is there any point in asking you what
your connection is to this case? Hmm.

Well, let's see. Shanly was Minister of Militia and
Defence, I work for the Ministry of Militia and Defence.

Mmm. And are you here to scuttle
my investigation once again?

Oh, it's too late for that.
Cat's already out of the bag.

The public demands an investigation.
But it's going to be on my terms.

There are issues of national
security involved here.

Aren't there always(?)

I want you to keep me apprized
of any developments whatsoever.

Call me at this number and I'll
be at the station within the hour.

Oh, and if you're approached by this man,
say nothing and inform me immediately.

I was already approached by him.

His name is Turner,
he's a reporter for the Gazette.

Reporter...
His real name is Allen Clegg.

He's an attache with the American
Consulate, ergo a spy. What did he want?

He wanted to know if a letter from Sir John A
MacDonald had been found with Mr Shanly's remains.

Uh-huh.

What did you tell him? Nothing.

This letter must never be mentioned
to anyone. Especially Clegg.

What's the
significance of the letter?

Well, there is no letter.

You didn't find one, did you?

What did you find, Murdoch?

A pistol and a flask.
Uh-huh.

Anything else?

The contents of the flask.

Well, that's not surprising. Shanly
had a fondness for the bottle.

Not by MacDonald's standards, but...

Anyway...

Remember, Detective.

ANY developments.

Meyers, eh? This Shanly business must
have rattled a few closets in Ottawa.

All over this little note.

Well, I didn't give it to him, sir.

He likely would have confiscated
the only evidence we had.

Careful, Murdoch. Meyers has threatened us with
treason before for keeping secrets from him.

Sirs, according to
Shanly's schedule,

he cancelled all appointments
on October 21st and 22nd 1864.

He disappeared on the 22nd.
Well, something must have been up.

Also, he seems to have had
quite a few meetings with

the Secretariat of the Treasury in the weeks
leading up to his disappearance, a Frederick Norton.

Is he still alive and kicking?

No, sir, I checked.
He died ten years back.

But Shanly's secretary might
know something of these meetings.

He's still alive. He was at the
funeral today. A Mr Cheevers.

I don't know why Mr
Shanly was in Toronto.

No one told me anything.

According to his appointment book Mr
Shanly had no less than six meetings

with the Secretariat of the Treasury
in the weeks leading up to his death.

What was discussed in those meetings?

I'm afraid I wasn't privy
to those meetings, either.

But you were aware of them?

Well, they later became the
subject of some controversy.

Why is that?

A rumour circulated that gold
bullion had been removed

from the Treasury the day
Mr Shanly disappeared.

Oh? How much?
A million dollars' worth.

There was a flurry of activity in both
ministries, police confiscating files and such.

And then suddenly,

everything was fine.

An accounting error, apparently.

Sorry to interrupt, sir,
but there's been a development.

Sir.

George.

Do you think it's coincidence
that Mr Shanly's good friend

Bertrand Jacobson is now
lying here shot to death?

I wouldn't say, sir.

No. It would appear our case from the
past has taken a detour into the present.

Sir, Mrs Jacobson said she surprised the
killer going through her husband's desk drawers.

She's confident she would
recognise him if she saw him again.

Very good. Sir, the weapon
lies here as we found it.

Cap and ball revolver. Yes, sir.

I haven't seen one of those since
my training day. Training DAY?

It's been fired recently.

This was standard issue
for the Confederate Army.

Colonel Grodin was a
Confederate soldier.

Sir, what I find a great coincidence
is that two men killed 35 years apart

both have a wound to this
unusual part of the body.

Yes. How does one get shot
in the underarm?

One thing I thought of, sir, was
that perhaps it's a defensive wound.

Perhaps he raised his arm thusly,
exposing his underarm?

Meaning he knew the shot was coming.

George, perhaps the contents of Mr Jacobson's desk
drawers will tell us what the killer was searching for.

I'll pack them up
straight away, sir.

It's such a shock.

Bertie and I had been together
for 34 years.

Since I was 18.

You met him in 1864?

Mmm-hmm. Mrs Jacobson, did you know
him on October 22nd of that year?

Why, no.

That was the day before I met him.

How is it the two of you met?
Oh, it was...

like a miracle, really.

He washed up at my family's
cottage on Toronto Island.

That's unusual, to say the least.

He'd fallen off a fishing boat.

He was near dead and frozen
by the time we found him.

I nursed him back to health.

He was a good man.

Brave, too.

He almost died in that lake yet he
went back out fishing every Sunday.

Mrs Jacobson, what do you know about your
husband's life prior to him meeting you?

I know he was an American,
born and raised in Virginia.

Did he fight in the
American Civil War?

Yes, he did. For which side?

Both. He was drafted into the
Union army but he switched sides.

Do you know why? No, I don't.

He didn't like to talk about
his past, especially the war.

Yes.

According to your statement to my constable you
got a good look at the killer before he fled.

Can you describe him?

Dark hair, high forehead,

not very tall.

Is this the man you saw?

That's him!

That's definitely him.

Sir, Allen Clegg is on his way.

And look what I've just
found in Jacobson's files.

Elvira May.

Who's Elvira May?

Not who, sir, but what.

Have a look.

Elvira May was a steamboat?

A steamboat that sank on October 22nd, 1864, one
day before Jacobson washed ashore on Toronto Island.

Bertrand Jacobson claims to have
fallen off of a fishing boat.

He washed up on shore the day
after the Elvira May went missing.

Jacobson knew Mortimer Shanly.

Shanly was killed on the docks.

How does Shanly connect
to the Elvira May?

Where was the Elvira May going?

According to the papers, it was
commissioned to go to St Catharines.

George, we know someone
from St Catharines. Colonel Grodin.

Yes, I knew Jacobson.

We both fought the war
for Southern independence.

You mean the Civil War?

There was nothing civil about what
those Yankee bastards did to my home.

How did you come to know Jacobson?

We broke out of a Union prison
in Ohio and headed north.

We found a home for ourselves here.

Jacobson carried on to Toronto
and I settled in St Catharines.

Yes, St Catharines.

That was the destination
of the Elvira May, yes?

You're familiar with that name?

Of course I am.

Jacobson was on that boat.

Oh, I think it's more
than that, Colonel.

I believe that boat
was on some kind of mission

involving a special cargo, and I
think Mr Shanly was also involved.

He was.

In fact, until a day or two ago I believed
he had gone down with that boat, too.

Shanly and Jacobson
were on their way to see you?

Yes.

Why? We...

we had business.

What kind of business?

I'm afraid I made a promise
never to breathe a word of that.

A promise to Shanly?
He died 34 years ago.

It's a question of honour.

A Southern gentleman
keeps his promises.

Sir? Yes, George?

Allen Clegg is here.

Mr Turner, how are things
at the Toronto Gazette?

I apologise for
deceiving you, Detective.

Where were you yesterday
at about half past two?

I was at Bert Jacobson's house.

You admit it? The truth is Jacobson
was dead by the time I arrived.

But instead of reporting to the
police that a man had been murdered,

you rifled through his desk drawers?

I would have preferred to talk
to him personally, but...

What were you looking for?

Information.

On a boat that sank 34 years ago.

The Elvira May.

Do you know what
cargo it was carrying?

I have my suspicions,
but by all means.

The Elvira May was hired by Mortimer Shanly
to transport four strongboxes of gold bullion

from the government reserves in Kingston
to a Confederate agent in St Catharines.

To what end? You have to ask?

Your government supported
the Confederate states.

Sir, Canada was neutral
during the civil war.

Nobody's neutral, Detective.

Everyone has an agenda.

Canada's was the break-up
of the American Union.

You were under specific instructions
not to talk to that man.

That man is the lead suspect
in a murder investigation.

He has diplomatic immunity.
We still need to know what happened.

This investigation
is now over, gentlemen.

I don't think so, Mr Meyers.

I beg your pardon.
We live in a democracy, pal.

You want to shut down this investigation,
show us your letter of authority.

And while you're at it, tell us about Shanly, the
missing gold and the letter from John A MacDonald.

There is no letter.

I found it.
And I want to know what it means.

Where is it?

Where you can't get your grubby
little hands on it.

4179. It's Meyers here, put him on.

Yes, sir.
It's as we feared, I'm afraid.

No, sir, I think
you'd better come to us.

Thank you, sir.

That was my boss.

And he's coming to speak to you.

I tell you lads, this year the Stanley
Cup goes to the Ottawa Capitals.

They've just acquired this brilliant chap from the
Rat-Portage Thistles, he used to play cover point.

I'm here to speak
with Detective Murdoch.

Bloody hell! Ah. Gentlemen, allow me
to introduce Sir Wilfrid Laurier.

Prime Minister. Sir.

Gentlemen, we need to talk.

Yes, this is Sir John's handwriting.

Then this note must be destroyed.

But it has evidentiary value.

Murdoch, if the Americans were to get their
hands on this it would mean the end of Canada.

Apologies, Prime Minister but
what the hell is going on?

Inspector, we have to...
Gentlemen.

Have either of you
heard of the Copperheads?

A loose assortment of
Confederate-leaning renegades

who sought to end the
American Civil War, I believe.

Yes, they also sought to create
a second breakaway republic

in the American north-west.

Now you can see the benefits
to Canada in such a scenario.

An American republic divided into
three parts would be vastly weaker.

So it's true, then?

The Canadian Government
conspired to fund the Confederacy?

Elements of the Government, namely
Shanly and Frederick Norton.

The Secretariat of the Treasury.

Shanly arranged to steal gold
bullion from Government reserves

and transport it
to a Confederate agent.

But surely even the Minister
of Defence can't simply walk

into the Treasury and check out a
million dollars in gold bullion.

No, it would have to be transferred
according to a strict protocol.

Overriding protocol required a special letter
of authority from the highest office in the land.

Why would John A MacDonald
write such a letter?

Shanly lied to him. He told him
a Canadian soldier was killed

taking part in a Confederate raid
into Vermont, from Canadian soil.

The St Albans raid, sir.

The Americans were
already furious about that.

MacDonald knew if a Canadian
soldier was involved

it would have meant war.

Shanly claimed the soldier's body
was smuggled back across the border,

but that Union spies
had got wind of it.

So he requested a letter of
authority to escort the casket home

to ensure the spies
didn't intercept the body.

But there was no dead soldier.

No, it was all a ruse to obtain
the letter of authority.

Which Shanly then used to transport
gold bullion to the Confederates instead.

So who killed Shanly?
We have no idea.

Whatever became of the gold,
the Americans must never find it.

It's proof of a
Canadian-Confederate conspiracy.

The war that would provoke
would destroy the Dominion.

But, sir, it was 34 years ago.

McKinley's administration
has already attacked Spain

on the slimmest pretext.

Now, on the verge of victory,
they'll be itching for more.

We can't give them an excuse.

Well, if it's of any help,
Prime Minister,

I believe I know where the gold is.

I believe this map is what Allen
Clegg was searching for

at Bertram Jacobson's house.

Clegg told me that Shanly loaded
the gold into strongboxes and shipped

them aboard a steamer called the
Elvira May, headed for St Catharines.

So the Confederate agent was
to receive the gold there.

Yes, sir. But the Elvira May sank.

Jacobson's wife told me that he
went out fishing every Sunday.

Probably dragging his
nets for the Elvira May.

I believe this shaded area here

represents the section where
Jacobson thought the boat sank.

Those are American waters, less than
what, ten miles, from their shores?

Why would the Elvira May end up
in American waters

if she was destined
for St Catharines?

Maybe Jacobson had
the location wrong.

It's possible. I don't know
what we're worried about.

No-one is going to find a sunken
boat in a circle five miles wide.

Well, sir, at that shallow depth
a convoy of fishing boats

dragging their nets would
eventually snag on it.

So if the Americans are bent
on finding this, they will.

That means we have to find it first.

Sir, surely we can't send a convoy
of our boats into their waters.

There may be another way.

It would involve some untried
science but I think it could work.

Murdoch, I am loathe to
say this, but I'm listening.

I'll need some special equipment
and some time, Prime Minister.

Not too much time, Detective. Sir.

Everything we see is the result

of light waves being reflected off
of a surface of any given object.

Unfortunately, light waves
don't travel very far under water,

but sound waves do
and the same principle applies.

We call it an echo.

So it stands to reason

that if we were to send strong
pulses of sound from our source here

Any that hit a hard, vertical
surface will be reflected back

and detected by our microphone here.

Up to what distance?

By my calculations, up to one mile.

And since sound travels
at a fixed rate of speed,

by continuously measuring
the amount of time it takes

for the waves to to be
reflected back to the microphone,

we can determine the distance
to the sunken vessel.

To that end I've built the Graphizer.

As the sound pulses are
collected by the microphone,

they are then converted
to electrical pulses

which move the needle
and mark the paper.

Let me try that. Hah!

You can see my voice!

Very good, sir.

So when is this to happen?

Constable Crabtree has secured a
fishing vessel. We sail tonight.

I can't see a bloody thing.

Sir, how can you tell where we are?

At a fixed bearing and speed,
location is a function of time.

OK. So where are we?

We're entering our range.
Right then, George.

Put the microphone in the water.

Aye-aye, sir.

Aye-aye. Just trying to get into
the nautical spirit of things, sir.

The needle's moving already.

It's capturing the sound
of the motors, sir. PING!

What the hell was that?
That's our source sound.

I've rigged it below decks
to sound automatically. Ah.

Suppose the Americans proved

that we tried to fund the
Confederates and these Copperheads.

Do you really think they'd
up and march across the border?

Probably not how it would happen.

A bully doesn't pick a
fight with a punch.

He provokes it with an insult.

Most fist fights start
with a shoving match.

Exactly. And then they
would demand an apology.

If we gave them one
we'd be admitting guilt.

The yellow press would
demand punitive action.

Any further denials would be
viewed as fresh provocation,

and so it would go.

Until they're marching
across the border.

Make no mistake,
they'd hand us our heads.

I think we've got something.
Murdoch!

Cut the engines!

Fifty yards and closing.

George, time to for you to
put on your diving suit.

Yes, sir.

How do we know it's the
Elvira May that's down there?

We don't, sir.

Ready, Crabtree?
Yes, sir. Good luck. Ow!

Thank you, sir.

I'll fasten the helmet. Now George,
you remember the signals? Yes, sir.

When you find the boat? One bell.

Good. And when you locate the
strongboxes? Two. Very good.

Now remember, it's only 100 feet
but the pressure will be tremendous.

Don't hold your breath
on the way back up.

Yes, sir.

Right then, Skipper.

All right. Take it down.

He's found the boat.

Bloody Hell, He's found
the strongboxes, too.

Bring him up, Skipper.

Are you all right, George?
I'm all right. I found it!

At least we found the gold
before the Yanks.

Sir, we're picking up a sound.

Something's coming right at us.

You are in American waters.
Prepare To be towed to port.

Bloody hell!

Meyers. Clegg.

We meet again, as they say.

Open the strongbox.

We don't have the key.

Drill the lock, we'll blow it.

Stand back. Shield your eyes.

Bricks.

Nothing but damn bricks!

I wasn't sure that the Yanks
weren't going to lock us up anyway.

We're not made of gold, Inspector.
It's that simple.

But that look on Clegg's face.

What I don't understand though, is,

how did 240 Ibs
of bullion turn into bricks?

Maybe there never was any bullion.

No, the one thing we know for
certain is that $1 million worth

was removed from the Treasury.

If it helps, sirs, I think I know
how the Elvira May went down. How?

There was a great
hole in the hull, sir.

That's how I was able to locate the strongboxes
so easily. Do you think she hit something?

I don't think so, sir. The hole was splintered
outward and one of the boxes seemed to be blown apart.

So there must have
been a bomb in that box.

But who set it? And what
happened to the bloody gold?

According to records, four
strongboxes, each containing

60 Ibs of gold were removed from
the Treasury in Kingston

then taken to the train
in an armoured wagon.

What then?

The strongboxes were
placed in a safe,

to which only the rail guard
knew the combination.

The key to the strongboxes was
then entrusted to Mortimer Shanly

after he showed the letter of
authority to the Treasury officials.

Then the strongboxes were accompanied
by Shanly and the rail guard

until the train reached
Union Station.

Could Shanly have stolen
the gold after that?

Unlikely.

Why would Shanly put the strongboxes
on board the Elvira May

if he had already
removed the gold?

Sirs, the rail guard
from Grand Trunk

who oversaw the shipment is here.

Were you guarding the
baggage car the whole time?

Most of the time. Mr Shanly told
me to get dinner at one point.

Then about Port Hope I came
down with a case of potty trots.

But there was always someone there.

We all took our turns. All?

Me, Shanly and the other guy.

What other guy?
I don't remember his name.

Do you remember anything
specific about him?

He was nice. Shared some
of his candy treats with me.

We talked a bit.

As I recall he had
a bit of a stutter.

Mr Shanly intended to c-claim
ministerial prerogative

but this was always of
q- questionable legality.

So you didn't steal the gold?
How could I?

It was locked up in that safe.

I didn't have the c-combination.

But the safe was opened while
you were in the baggage car.

You could have noted the
combination, Mr Cheevers.

There was a guard at all times.

And Mr Shanly was there.

They didn't leave to have dinner?

And I believe you fed the guard
laxatives in the form of candy.

No, Mr Cheevers, I believe
there was a period of time

when you were alone
in that baggage car.

And a time when Shanly
was alone in there.

He stole the gold.

No, sir, it was you.

When Shanly and the guard
were gone you opened the safe

and removed the strongboxes
filled with the gold.

You then replaced those strongboxes

with identical ones
filled with bricks.

You then took the original
strongboxes filled with the gold

and put them back
in the shipping crate.

Bravo, detective.

You make it sound s-so easy
I almost wish I'd done it.

And do you really think I'd
have spent the last 34 years

in a boring Government job

if I had $1 million
of gold at my d-disposal?

Sir, we've struck gold, so to speak.

We found these in
Cheevers' basement.

I see you've been to my house.

You sawed through the
boxes once you got them home.

What choice did I have?

That's right. Mr Shanly had
the key to these strongboxes.

You have the key to these boxes?

Why not put your theory to the test.

These bars are made of lead.

Disappointing, isn't it.

Try s-sawing through them
for two weeks and see how you feel

and then try doing it again, just
in case the first was an anomaly!

I obviously didn't steal any gold.

So what's the charge? Murder.

Murder?!

I didn't kill Shanly. I was
nowhere near the d-docks that night.

Perhaps, but in order for
your plan to work,

you needed Shanly to disappear,
permanently.

That's why you loaded a strongbox
with a time bomb,

believing Shanly
would sail on the Elvira May.

You have no evidence.

We found the one of the strongboxes
blown apart on the lake floor.

People died when the Elvira May
went down, Mr Cheevers.

First bricks, now lead.

Where's the bloody gold?

Could the rail guard have taken it?

No, I believe it was Mr Shanly.
But you said it wasn't him.

Yes, I know, sir. At first I
thought it didn't make sense

that Shanly would knowingly ship the
strongboxes filled with bricks

but it makes perfect sense if he
thought his mission was compromised.

You think he knew that Cheevers was
going to make a play for the gold?

Not Cheevers. A spy.

Right? He thought an American
spy was on to the plan.

And what better way to flush out a
spy than to go ahead with the plan

as intended, but substitute
the lead bars for gold.

Stash the gold somewhere safe.

Get it to the
Confederates another day.

Where the hell did he stash it?
And how did he do it?

The same way that Cheevers did.

Mr Shanly observed the combination
to the safe, as did Cheevers.

Later that night, when the
others were at dinner,

Shanly removed the strongboxes
containing the gold,

but instead of using a shipping
crate as Cheevers did,

he used the coffin
of the fictitious soldier.

So Shanly thought he was compromised, so
he brought along lead bars in the coffin.

Cheevers wants to steal the gold,

so he brings along four strongboxes
of bricks in a shipping crate? Yes.

Cheevers thinks the gold
is in the crate,

but Shanly has it in the coffin.

So, gentlemen is
where the hell is the coffin?

Mr Meyers,
I believe I know where it is.

Jerod Hampson and Lynden Grove.

Lynden is a small town
just west of Hamilton.

The rail line runs through it.

What's Grove then?

Sirs, would anybody else like to...
Come on, hurry up there, son.

Is this what you're looking for
Mr Meyers?

A million dollars in gold.

Actually it's only worth
about 370,000, now, Murdoch.

The market value of gold has
diminished somewhat since the Civil War.

And what's the Government going
to do with all of this found money.

Oh, that's top secret. Really.

Not really, no.
I have no idea. That's not my job.

What exactly is your job, Mr Meyers?

Well, that is top secret.

Well, you found the gold, Murdoch,

but you still have to solve the
murders of Shanly and Jacobson.

Yes, I've been giving that
some thought, sir. No doubt.

Well, sir, I've been considering
Prime Minister Laurier's question,

what was a boat that was headed to St
Catharines doing in American waters

unless it was headed to America?

There was an Union spy
on the Elvira May.

He killed Shanly,
left him at the docks,

took control of the boat
and headed to America.

Exactly, George. And I believe that
Union spy was Bertrand Jacobson.

Why him? He knew of the
plans to ship the gold.

His wife told me that he fought in
the Union Army but switched sides.

I don't think he switched sides. I
believe he became a spy for the Union Army.

And Shanly's killer was left-handed.

Jacobson was also left-handed.

George, take some of the men
over to the Jacobson property.

I believe you'll find a ball...

A ball from a Griswold and
Gunnison revolver. Sir, right away.

So who killed Jacobson?

Colonel Grodin.
You were the Confederate agent

awaiting that shipment of gold
in St Catharines, weren't you?

I know what you are thinking.

I did not murder Jacobson.

I've noticed that you choose your
words very carefully, Colonel.

Murder, that's cowardly.

A Southern gentleman
does not commit murder

but he can kill with honour,
can't he?

This is a ball

that my constables
found on Jacobson's property.

We've tested it and it matches
Jacobson's pistol.

Is that so?

It was found roughly where
you were standing

when you shot Bertram Jacobson.

You challenged him
to a duel, didn't you?

I did nothing of the kind. No?

That's your answer? Would you stake
your honour as a gentleman on that?

We agreed to
fire at the count of three.

He fired first. And missed?

No, I dodged at the count of two.

I knew he would cheat.

He was a Union man after all.

How did you know he was a Union man?

Jacobson told me that Shanly
went down on the Elvira May.

Now why would he lie about that

unless he was the son
of a bitch who killed him?

And why would Jacobson kill Shanly
unless he was a goddamn Union spy?

That's why I killed Jacobson.

Well, the country is safe
from invasion

and you've solved
two murders in one go.

You'll sleep well tonight,
me old mucker.

Yes, sir. I believe I will.

One thing that puzzles me.

How did you know that
Jacobson was a lefty?

Well, I surmised that only a
left-handed shooter would have

exposed his left underarm
to Grodin's line of fire.

In other words you assumed
your conclusion in your premise.

You just begged the question,
Murdoch.

Yes, sir, I did.

Oh...

Prime Minister. Detective Murdoch.

Inspector. Sir.

I wanted to thank you personally.

Your country owes you a great debt.

Thank you, sir. Gentlemen.

You realise, of course, the country
can never know the debt it owes you.

I'm aware of that, Mr Meyers.

Till we meet again. Oddly this time,
Mr Meyers, I look forward to it.