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-Let hearts keep their secrets.

Who's there?

-Er, you're a... a what?

-A private detective.

And I apologise for the
lateness of the hour,

but I, I have some urgent
information that concerns you,

Mr. Crabtree.

Have you heard of a man
named Sir Reginald Denning?

He died several years ago.

And, er, this evening
I was at his house,

for reasons I'll
come to in a moment.

Whilst there, I found this.

It's the letter Sir
Reginald received confirming

your place at
Whitechapel Orphanage.

-But why would he have had this?

My parents both died
when I was a baby.

That, that's why I was
sent to the orphanage.

-Then you've been misled.

I also found a letter
from Sir Reginald to you.

But he never sent it.

It confirms that
he was your father.

-And Martin's mother?

-Well, Sir Reginald and
his wife were childless.

Meaning that, erm, most likely

you were the result
of some dalliance.

-Why are you telling us this?

-Sir Reginald died seven years
ago without naming an heir

and with no next of kin.

And when that happens,

the name of the deceased
is added to a public list

of unclaimed estates known
as the Bona Vacantia.

Here is your father.

And here is the
size of his estate.

-Twenty thousand pounds?

-As your late
father's only child,

that, er, money is
yours, Mr. Crabtree.

-There must be some mistake.

There's no mistake.

-Oh!

-I found you just in time.

If an estate remains
unclaimed for seven years,

it passes into government hands.

The deadline in this case is six
o'clock the day after tomorrow.

-Well, so, so, what
do we need to do?

-Er... accompany me to
a solicitor's office.

We'll show them these
letters and the proof that

you are indeed the Martin
Crabtree mentioned.

-And after that?

-Well, in a couple of weeks
the inheritance will be yours.

If you come to my office
first thing tomorrow,

we'll head over to
Mr. Pew, my solicitor,

and get your claim registered.

-We'll be there at nine.

-Make that eight!

Thank you.

Thank... thank
you, Miss Scarlet!

-Oh, er, ju-just one more thing.

My fee will be five percent
of the value of the estate.

That's the standard arrangement.

I trust that's agreeable?

-I think that is more than fair.

-One thousand pounds?!

-I can't quite
believe it myself.

To a change in fortunes!

-And how you deserve it!

- You must hold a party.
- Good idea!

We shall fill the
house with guests.

-And will you be inviting
Inspector Wellington?

-Did I tell you how I managed
to find Martin Crabtree?

It's a fascinating story.

-I have not seen the
Inspector here for a while...

-It all started when
I saw this advert.

“Reward offered for information
on the adopted son of the late

Sir Reginald Denning."

You see, I recognised
Denning's name immediately from

the Bona Vacantia list.

It's the government's list
of unclaimed inheritance,

which meant there was a
pot of gold waiting if

I could just find
his estranged son.

-How long is it
since he visited?

-Who?

-Inspector Wellington.

-I honestly haven't a clue.

But just imagine what I
could do with this money.

It will
change everything.

I can hire full time staff.

I can advertise my services

and compete with
the larger agencies

for higher profile cases.

- Have you two had an argument?
- No!

And can you please just
let me enjoy this moment?

-Of course.

You have had an
argument, haven't you?

I want the same
text on the door,

the brass plaque and
the sign over the front.

“Miss Eliza Scarlet,
Private Detective."

Yes, Miss.

-Good morning.

-What can I do for you, William?

-Has it? I didn't realise.

-What's this?

-I'm about to earn an
awful lot of money,

so I'm making a few changes,

including putting my
own name above the door

and not my father's.

-I see.

And where has this “awful
lot of money” come from?

-Heir hunting.

-Congratulations.

How much are we talking?

-Enough that I'll no longer
have to rely on others for work

or favours.

-Have I done something
to upset you?

-What makes you say that?

-Just haven't seen each
other for a while and, er...

it feels like you may
have been avoiding me.

-I've just been
busy, that's all.

-There's been a stabbing
in Pimlico, Sir.

A gentleman murdered
in his home.

-Right, have a carriage brought
round, we'll go take a look.

-Already have done,
Sir. Ready when you are.

-Did you see Miss
Scarlet while I was away?

-Yes, Sir.

- How did she seem?
- Sir?

-Well, what was
her overall mood?

Was she happy, sad, pensive?

-She was pleasant and
positive as usual.

She really does tend to
lift one's mood I find.

Now, in terms of the murder, I
have some preliminary details

if you would like to hear them?

- Miss Scarlet?
- Yes!

-Well, what kind of
things do you mean, Sir?

Never mind. Just
tell me about the case.

-Yes, Sir. Of course, Sir.

His body was discovered
an hour ago by his maid.

There seems to have been some
form of disturbance or fight

where he was killed.

-And she never mentioned
anything about me?

- Who, Sir?
- Miss Scarlet!

-Was there something
in particular

I was supposed to look for?

Of a mystery to me.

-Just get in and stop talking.

-Mrs. Crabtree.

- Where's your husband?
- I don't know.

-What's wrong?

So he went to the
Royal Oak for a drink.

But he never came back.

Then an hour ago this
came through the door.

'To get Crabtree back,
pay £500 in cash.

Four o'clock today by
archway in Belmont Crescent.'

Did you see who delivered it?

Who else did you tell about
your husband's inheritance?

-No-one!

Called himself an heir hunter.

He gave us the same news
about Martin's inheritance.

Martin told him that
we'd already promised

to go to the solicitor with you.

But then the gentleman
offered his services for free.

-For free?

Martin said no.

We didn't trust him.

-I have a close contact
at Scotland Yard.

- He can help us.
- No, please!

They said they'd kill him
if the police are involved.

-I need you to try and find
out who these kidnappers are

and where Mr. Crabtree
is being held.

-I'm already on a job.

For Nash and Sons.

-He doesn't have any sons.

-He has money. Lots of it.

-Moses, you do realise I'm about
to be a very wealthy woman?

-Not if this heir of yours
gets a bullet in his head.

-Exactly.

But if you help me find him,

I'll soon be running an agency
twice the size of Mr. Nash.

And paying you double his fee.

- You'll put that in writing?
- Of course.

Naturally I'll need your
full name for the contract.

-It's just Moses.

-The maid claims she last
spoke to Saracen this morning.

He relieved her from her duties
until the afternoon because he

was expecting a visitor.

-Did the maid give a
name for this visitor?

-No, but she said a number of
strangers have visited in the

last few days which is unusual.

When she returned
this afternoon she saw

an old woman leaving the
house, clearly in a hurry.

-Any description?

-The woman deliberately
kept her head down.

-And you believe her, this maid?

-She's a young girl, Sir.

-Well, in that case we
definitely need to identify

this old woman, as well
as this M. Skelton.

Saracen's only
appointment this morning.

Come and sit over
here on me lap, darling.

-You're a long way
from Mayfair, darling.

-Did, erm, Martin Crabtree
come in here last night?

-You his other wife?

-Show the lady some respect.

Or I'll be forced
to teach you myself.

I have already
paid this gentleman

for information on Mr. Crabtree.

Apparently he was here
on his own last evening

and left at midnight.

-And you are?

James Elderberry. Heir hunter.

-What do you want,
Mr. Elderberry?

To find out if you can
afford Mr. Crabtree's ransom.

-I don't know what
you're talking about.

-Yes, you do.

He's clearly been kidnapped.

Mrs. Crabtree was hysterical
when she brought that letter

to you this morning. And here
you are trying to find him.

-Following women around London
strikes me as an odd hobby.

-If you can't pay for
his release, then I will.

-I don't need your help.

-Where are you getting
the money from?

-That's none of your business.

-I'd like to make
it my business.

-Good day, Mr. Elderberry.

-You're making a mistake.

-And you are making
two mistakes.

The first is that
garish handkerchief,

it clashes with your tie.

The second is laying
your hand on me.

What are you doing here?

-Ivy's making me lunch.

-You don't have time for lunch!

-I told you she
was in an odd mood.

I think she and the
Inspector have had a row.

-And I think Ivy should
mind her own business.

-I'll go and get the washing in.

-So?

-No-one's heard
nothing about a kidnap.

So, can you afford the ransom?

-What do you think?

Whoever's behind the kidnap
knew about Martin's inheritance.

So that's where we should
focus our attention.

-What about the
advert you showed me?

The one asking for information
on this Martin Crabtree?

You could find out who
placed it in the paper?

Or should I mind
my own business?

-Oh.

How I hate it when she's right.

Good afternoon, Officer.

I was hoping to speak to the
owner of the house, Mr. Saracen.

Has something happened?

-Are you a friend of his?

I'm family. His
favourite cousin.

-Are you indeed?

-This advertisement
would explain

Saracen's recent visitors.

-Saracen was no heir hunter.

By all accounts he
spent most of his life

at his Gentlemen's Club.

Why are you here, Eliza?

I thought you'd found your heir.

Martin Crabtree
has been kidnapped.

-What?

-Kidnap is a very serious crime.

-But the ransom note threatened
to kill Martin Crabtree

if the police were involved.

-Well, we're involved now.

-Miss Scarlet's right.

Saracen knew about
Martin Crabtree.

It looks like the killer
stole Crabtree's details.

There's an imprint on the
page with Crabtree's address.

-Meaning this murder and the
kidnap are probably connected.

-It's a good job we crossed
paths with Miss Scarlet.

-Mm.

-Thank you, Detective Fitzroy.

It's good to see
someone appreciates me.

-What is the matter with you?

-I don't know what you mean.

Do you have any other
leads, Detective Fitzroy?

-You can address your
questions to me, Miss Scarlet.

-No.

-Well, except for
the diary appointment

with M. Skelton and the old
woman seen leaving the house.

-When does this ransom
need to be paid?

-Four o'clock today.

-Right, it'll take us about
half an hour to get there

so we'll have to leave soon.

Now, remember the money in
this bag is counterfeit,

but there is no way that anyone
can tell just from a glance.

-Yes, you already
told me. Twice.

-I doubt that anyone
will stop to check it

but if they do you
will be perfectly safe,

there'll be plain
clothes officers

stationed all along the street.

I, er... looked into
Sir Reginald Denning.

Bit of a gambler, apparently.

Turns out he was
murdered in his home.

Er, a robbery gone wrong.

- No-one was ever charged.
- I know.

Alright, there clearly
is something the matter.

-What makes you think that?

-That frown, the
avoidance of eye contact,

the brooding tone in your voice.

-I am not brooding.

Fine!

I know about you and Arabella.

-Oh.

-It's not for me to comment
on your personal life.

But given the history of my
relationship with Arabella,

and the fact that you and
I are such old friends...

-Yes...

-It feels like something
you might have mentioned.

-Well, I, er, I suppose I was...

waiting to see if
things developed.

But yes, you're right,
I should have told you.

- As a friend.
- And have they?

-What?

-Developed?

-They have, yes.

-Then I'm glad for you.

For both of you.

We should get going.

-Miss Scarlet.

Who the hell is that?

-I don't know.
Should we move in?

-No, hold on.

-You followed me here?

-No, Mrs. Crabtree showed
me the ransom note.

Like me, she didn't have much
faith in you paying up either.

But perhaps we were
wrong to doubt you.

-You need to leave. Now.

-Where did you get the money?

Mrs. Crabtree said you wanted
to involve the police...

-I won't tell you again. Go!

-Hya!

Go, go, go!

-You stupid woman,
you called the police!

-Are you alright?

-I'm fine.

-Who was that man
you were talking to?

Detective Inspector Wellington.

Mind if I join you?

Miss Scarlet was kind enough
to give me your business card.

So I went to your lodging house

-Has Crabtree been released?

-Well, I was hoping
that you could tell me.

-How the hell would I know?

-Perhaps you arranged
the kidnap yourself

to get that ransom
from Miss Scarlet.

-What?

-Your landlady really
was very helpful,

she loves to talk, doesn't she?

You're no heir hunter.

You're a gambler and a
pretty average one at that.

You're two months
behind on the rent.

Oh, and she also told
me your real name.

Now, I think that we need
a proper chat, Mr. Blunt.

-You're wasting your time.

-Our man in the
hat, where is he?

- I'm not sure, Sir.
- So we lost him?

- How is that possible?
- I... I don't know, Sir.

-And Martin Crabtree? Any
leads on his whereabouts?

-Not that I know of, Sir.

-Do you mean about the
case or in general?

-Because Crabtree's
father owed me money.

-A lot of money.

-Sir Reginald Denning?

-Yeah.

Denning played
poker. High stakes.

Eight years ago my straight
flush beat his full house

and I won ten bloody
grand off him!

But the tight sod died
without paying up.

-So you were hoping
to claim your winnings

from Denning's heir?

-Exactly.

And when none came
forward, I looked myself.

But I got nowhere.
So I gave up.

Wrote the debt off in my head.

Then a few weeks back I picked
up rumours Denning had a son.

I greased some palms and
I tracked down Crabtree.

-But Miss Scarlet
got there first.

-So?

The only thing that
matters is Crabtree getting

to a solicitor's by 6
o'clock tomorrow evening.

Otherwise the government
gets the estate

and I'll never get my money.

-See, Denning's killer
was never found.

-You think I killed him?

How the hell would that
have helped me get paid?

It's him dying that's made
it twenty times harder!

George Saracen was also
looking for Martin Crabtree

and now he's dead too.

-George who?

-Where were you
yesterday between

10 o'clock in the morning and
4 o'clock in the afternoon.

-Sobering up in a cell
in Bow Street nick.

- Hmm.
- What can I say?

All the stress got
the better of me.

-I made the decision that
telling the police would be

the best chance of getting
your husband back alive.

-But what if you were wrong?

-Inspector Wellington will
be doing everything he can

to find him.

-Martin!

Oh, thank God!

We were so worried about you!

-The Desk Officer confirms
Blunt was drying out in a cell

all day yesterday.

-Meaning he can't
have murdered Saracen.

-Shall I let him go, Sir?

-Did you get anywhere tracking
down Saracen's visitor?

-I looked into M. Skelton,
the name in Saracen's

appointment book.

-Then I suggest you start
at the top of the list

and you work your way down.

Yes?

-One minute I was walking
home from the pub,

you know, still not
believing my luck.

And the next... a hood
was pulled over my head

and I was shoved in
the back of a cart.

-Do you have any idea
where they took you?

-No.

It was freezing wherever it was.

I was sure I was going to die.

-How many kidnappers were there?

-Two.

Both with East London accents.

Then... about an hour ago
they suddenly bundled me back

in the carriage and they dropped
me off a few streets away.

-Well, I'm glad you're unharmed.

The solicitor's office
is obviously closed now,

but we'll go first
thing in the morning.

-Well, I dunno, I
mean, is it safe?

They're still out there!

-We only have until
tomorrow evening,

you cannot delay any longer.

-Ah, Miss Scarlet.

Good to see you safe
and well, Mr. Crabtree.

I'm Detective
Inspector Wellington.

I'll need you come
down to Scotland Yard

and answer some questions.

You'll stay at home under guard.

-For how long?

Sir?

-I'll see you to the door.

-You're not seriously going to
keep him under house arrest?

-It's for his own protection.

The men who kidnapped him are
still out there, and once they

find out they've got counterfeit
money they might come

looking for him again.

-But tomorrow's the last day
he can claim his inheritance.

Surely you can let him
out for an hour or so

with an armed guard?

On that inheritance.

Maybe the kidnappers,
maybe someone else.

Crabtree stays in one place
where we can look after him.

-Are you doing this to stop
me from getting that money?

-What?

Why on earth are you
being so irrational?

-Oh, is this to do
with me and Arabella?

And I'm the
one being irrational?!

Stubborn.

Pig headed and utterly
incapable of seeing things

from anyone else's perspective.

Could anyone be
more infuriating?

-This is Inspector Wellington
you're talking about?

-I need your help, Moses,
not disparaging comments.

Inspector Wellington won't let
Martin Crabtree out of his house

until this case is solved, so
we're going to solve it for him.

-By six o'clock tomorrow?

-Exactly.

I need you to find
out everything you can

about this man.

Eric Blunt.

I'm sure he's involved somehow.

-And I'm still on double fee?

-Fine.

And for your information I'm
not stubborn or pig headed.

Which she was.

But she couldn't see it.

I mean, the woman is
utterly infuriating.

Sorry. It's been
a stressful day.

-That's quite alright.

Do you work with Eliza a lot?

-When the case demands it.

Which can sometimes
feel a little too often.

-Well, I suppose she is
an old friend of yours.

-Since we were children.

She was just as
infuriating back then.

-And yet you still
work with her?

Well, we all have our
crosses to bear, I suppose.

Anyway, how are you?

How was your day?

-Fine. Absolutely fine.

-Ivy? Are you alright?

-This is so sad.

-Ivy!

These were in order.

-Well, you're the
one always telling me

to practice my reading.

Poor Sir Reginald.

He was completely in
love with Lady Denning

and they desperately
wanted a child.

And then finally Lady
Denning got pregnant.

The poor thing
died in childbirth

along with the baby.

So tragic.

-Don't be fooled
by the sweet prose.

Martin Crabtree almost
certainly came from Sir Reginald

having his wicked
way with a maid.

The Denning family
crest is a fox

which seems entirely
appropriate.

-That explains it then.

In this letter, his
housekeeper, Miss Skelton,

is asking Sir Reginald if
she can see the baby boy.

She must be his mother.

-Skelton?

Maud Skelton.

M. Skelton.

Oh!

-Ah.

Come to apologise?

-Actually, yes.

The, er, heir hunting.

The money, I think it may be
affecting my judgment a little.

I'm sorry.

-Well, I'm sorry too.

I, erm... said things
that I shouldn't have.

-Are you, er, getting
anywhere with your murder?

-Slow progress.

-Well, I'll leave you to it.

-That was brief.

-You're a busy man.

- Ah, Sir!
- Yes?

-Miss Scarlet's looking for you.

-I just spoke with her.

I want to see if there are any
parallels with Saracen's death.

-Well, I-I had the same thought.

Only I'm not having much
luck locating the file.

-What do you mean?

-It's missing.

-Where did you
find Miss Scarlet?

-In the Records Room, Sir.

-'A blow to the head...'

Ah, the Denning fox.

Probable murder weapon.

‘Diamond necklace, silver frame.

Missing from murder scene.'

Head
housemaid, Maud Skelton.

Found you.

Maud Skelton?

-I worked as Sir
Reginald's housekeeper.

He was a good man.

But troubled after
his wife passed.

-Did you ever see Martin

after he'd been sent
to the orphanage?

-I visited every
six months or so.

The warden used to
let me watch him play

from the window of his office.

-As his mother
that must have been

extremely difficult for you.

-I'm not Martin's mother.

Lady Denning was.

She went early into labour.

It happened so fast, there
was no time to fetch a doctor.

Martin was healthy
and well but...

poor Lady Denning.

God in his mercy took her.

-But that baby was
reported as stillborn.

-The child so
resembled his mother.

Sir Reginald could not
bear to look at him.

He ordered me to take
him to the orphanage.

Martin Crabtree was the
name of a kind neighbour

who helped me when I
first came to London.

So, that's the name
I gave the boy.

-Who else knew that
Martin had survived?

-No-one.

Sir Reginald swore
me to total secrecy.

-When did you last see Martin?

-I lost track of
him a few years ago.

It broke my heart.

-So, why did you
visit George Saracen?

-My daughter's very sick.

But there is one doctor on
Harley Street who can treat her.

He's expensive.

I went to see Mr. Saracen
and gave him Martin's name

and last known address.

He told me to come back
for my money later.

And that's when I found him.

-Do you remember
seeing anyone else

near George Saracen's
house that day?

-In the morning as I left I
passed a gentleman arriving.

-Can you remember
anything about him?

-He was a smartly
dressed gentleman.

Nicely turned out.

He wore an orange handkerchief
in his coat pocket.

-Mr. Blunt.

Come to pay Mr. Crabtree
a social visit?

How thoughtful.

-I'll come back another time.

-This is my colleague PC
Jacobs, from Bow Street nick.

PC Jacobs, is this the Eric
Blunt that you arrested

for being drunk and disorderly
a couple of nights ago?

-He looks nothing like him.

-And?

Turns out

Blunt wasn't the only one owed
money by Sir Reginald Denning.

Six months before he died

Denning gambled his whole
estate on the turn of a card.

He lost.

But he never paid
that debt either.

-So, who won Denning's house?

-George Saracen.

-So, Saracen and Blunt
both needed to find an heir

so they could claim
what Denning owed them.

But they couldn't both get paid.

However, if Saracen was dead.

I should update
Inspector Wellington.

He'll be angry, of course,
because I stole the file.

But this shows that stealing
it was the right thing to do.

And, anyway, he's
hardly perfect, is he?

Although what if he's
so angry he refuses

to let Martin Crabtree go?

I shall just have to trust him.

Although quite how I would do
that, given his recent form...

Do you think I should
update him, Moses?

-I just want you
to stop talking.

-I want to be involved
in the questioning.

-Do you now?

You wouldn't have
looked into his alibi.

-You stole an
official police file.

-I thought we'd
moved on from that?

-When exactly?

-Now.

-Sir, we found this
in Blunt's house.

-How many times?

I've never heard of
this Saracen fella.

'Mr. Blunt, a woman by the name
of Maud Skelton has come forward

claiming to have details
of Denning's son.

She's visiting me
tomorrow morning.

God willing, we will
get our money after all.

Yours, George Saracen.'

-Alright.

Saracen and I made an agreement.

If an heir came forward

we'd each claim half
what we were owed.

-Well, the day after you got
this letter you visited him.

-No, I never went to his house.

-We have a witness who will
swear she saw you entering.

-Well, she's lying.

Mr. Blunt, you are
our prime suspect

in George Saracen's murder.

And, indeed, the murder
of Sir Reginald Denning.

-I never laid a
finger on Denning!

-And Saracen?

-That letter was a trap!

Saracen knew I'd come see him.

And when I got there he
showed me Crabtree's details.

I offered to present
myself to Crabtree

as an heir hunter and
take him to the solicitor.

But then Saracen
pulled out a knife

and says I wasn't going anywhere

because he's decided to
keep the money for himself.

-And then what happened?

-He came at me.

I got the knife off him

and I defended myself
like any man would.

I never meant to kill him.

-Well, that-that's
all very plausible.

Very plausible.

Except for the fact that you
planned your alibi in advance.

You got your mate to impersonate
you as a drunk arrested

at Bow Street.

With one intention.

To eliminate your rival
to Denning's inheritance.

-I'd put money on Blunt
being Denning's killer too.

He may even have been
involved in Crabtree's kidnap.

Which just leaves those
missing counterfeit notes.

-What time is it?

-Almost five.

-William, Martin Crabtree
has one more hour

to claim his inheritance.

You can have him.

-Thank you.

Although I'm not sure
there's enough time

to get a cab across London...

-Fine.

You can take my carriage.

- Thank you.
- Congratulations.

-Ah. Thank you, Moses.

-So, when do I get
to see my contract?

-As soon as you've
given me your full name.

And not just Moses.

-That's not gonna happen.

-Oh, come on.

Surely we're good
enough friends now?

Mr. Crabtree.

-Miss Scarlet.

I just wanted to come by
and, er, give you this.

What you have done

for me and my wife

will transform our lives
and the life of our child.

And I didn't want you to have to
wait for weeks to get your fee.

So, this is your
first instalment.

From my savings.

-Thank you, that is very kind.

-Wait till I tell Barnabus

I spent the afternoon
in Bond Street.

-This is just the
beginning, Ivy.

-Ooh!

-Tomorrow we'll start
looking at furniture.

I'm also going to buy a
phonograph for the office.

-A what?

-Oh, it's a new invention.

It records your voice onto a
wax cylinder and plays it back.

It'll allow me to do
my own dictations.

-Right.

-That'll be the Dickins
and Jones delivery.

I don't care. You've
obviously made a mistake.

- I don't think so Ma'am.
- What's going on?

-A ridiculous misunderstanding.

The constable here claims
the goods you bought

at Dickins and Jones was paid
for with counterfeit bills.

-What?

Hidden in your
outhouse, Mr. Crabtree.

There was no kidnap,
was there? You faked it.

Why did you do it?

Beyond your wildest dreams.

-Because I knew there
was no inheritance.

-What do you mean?

-A week after my father died,
I was visited by Maud Skelton.

She told me the
truth about my birth.

She also told me that
because of gambling debts

my late father's inheritance
would be worthless.

If I tried to claim it,
I, I would be hounded

and most likely left penniless.

-It was a poisoned chalice.

-But why risk
faking a kidnap now?

-I pray every night

that my child will
have a more comfortable

upbringing than I did.

And that night with Miss
Scarlet and Mr. Blunt

circling around me I,
I saw an opportunity.

So, on the way back from the pub

I stopped at a friend's
house and I stayed there

till we got the ransom money.

-This friend of yours, it was
him that picked up the money?

-Mm.

-Two days later with
Saracen dead and...

Blunt facing a murder charge,

there was suddenly an
inheritance to claim after all.

-Enough to make this ransom
look like loose change.

-For the first time in my life I
felt like God was smiling on me.

-So... what happens now?

-Do you still get
your fee, you mean?

-No.

-Yes.

-Well, er, Crabtree

faked a kidnap in
order to commit fraud,

which carries a
potential jail sentence.

However...

And the third was,
of course, you.

So, the question is, do
you want to press charges?

-Mm, on this occasion
I'm prepared to overlook

Martin Crabtree's actions.

I won't be pressing charges.

Which means you can still
claim the inheritance.

-You don't deserve Miss
Scarlet's kindness.

You truly are one
of God's angels.

-Oh, I wouldn't go that far.

-I think I need to
go and lie down.

-Do you want me to
bring you anything?

-Just stay with our guest.

I've been so stupid!

-Everything will be fine.

Your wife knows you're
a good man at heart.

Go and check on her.
I'll see myself out.

The Denning family fox.

Lady Denning.

Oh, no.

-You could put the frame down

and just walk out the door.

Pretend you hadn't seen it.

-This photo of your
mother was stolen

when your father was murdered.

-I went to see him.

You know, the years, it
twisted him, he was angry

and, and drunk and alone.

He told me it was my
fault that my mother died.

That I'd killed her.

He wanted nothing to
do with me and I...

-You murdered him.

-Please...

Please, just walk away.

If you choose to walk
out of this house

you can still receive your fee.

Please.

-I'm not going anywhere.

I want to meet my
daughter. Please.

-Maud Skelton has admitted that
she told Martin who his father

was a few days before
Sir Reginald's murder.

She always feared that
he was responsible.

It's why she broke
contact with him.

-Being abandoned because your
father blames you for killing

your mother... it must
be quite a cross to bear.

-Yeah, it's a sorry
story for everyone.

Including you.

-The Forfeiture Rule is clear.

Martin Crabtree won't be
allowed to inherit a penny

from his victim. So...
there goes my fee.

-Eliza, I, erm...

I want to clear the
air about Arabella.

Your private life is
your own, William.

-I, I know you two haven't
always seen eye to eye.

But er...

well, I, I don't want

my friendship with Arabella

to cause problems between us.

-Nor do I.

I will endeavour to
make an effort with her.

I feel sure we will
become firm friends.

-You're a terrible,
terrible liar.

But I
appreciate the effort.

-So looks like you'll
have to moonlight for Nash

a little longer.

And I know I promised
to double your fee...

-Put it on account.

You're gonna put that up?

-I was, but...

it turns out the time
isn't quite right.

-When will it be?

-I have no idea.

-It's Valentine.

-Hm?

-Moses Valentine.

A lot of people would pay good
money for that information.

-Thank you for the invite.

-Thank you for coming.

I'm so pleased
you could make it.

William told me
how busy you are.

-Well, I'm sure
running a restaurant

is equally time consuming.

-I think we both
like a challenge.

with you so much of the time.

-I doubt he'd use
the word fortunate.

Actually, no, he didn't.

-Inspector Wellington, Ma'am.

-Darling!

What are you doing here?

-I'm meeting you.

To go to the park?

-The park?

Oh gosh, I completely
forgot. How silly of me!

Still, since you're here
William, I absolutely insist

you join us for tea.

You don't mind, do you, Eliza?

-Not at all.

-My mother always complained
I had a mind like a sieve.

You poor thing having
to put up with me.