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- Are you off home, then, Crabtree?
- Yes, sir.

Then off to dinner
with Effie at The Dome.

Oh, that new posh place?

Are we paying you too much, Crabtree?

Or is your lady friend footing the bill?

What do you think, Murdoch?

- Hmm?
- I said are we paying him too much?

Oh nevermind. You've
been distracted all day.

I'm very sorry, sir.

Ever since Julia and I have
been staying at the hotel,

I've barely gotten any sleep.

Has the flooding at your
house not been fixed yet, sir?

The workers we engage keep cancelling.

Sir. Allow me.

Someone's getting paid
too much. These are lovely.

How did the flooding happen?

Our neighbours, Goldie
and Raymond Huckabee,

put in a second water line

and at the same time, our pipes burst.

That doesn't just happen.

I think they did it
on purpose. Thank you.

Perhaps it was just an accident, sir.

Not where they are concerned, George.

- They've taken a disliking to Julia and I...
- No!

They've been curt, rude,
and I dare I say it...

malicious.

So where are you off to tonight?

Toronto Mercy Hospital is having
their annual fundraising dinner.

I'm only going for Julia's
sake and then, in the morning,

I'm going to see Huckabee
and I'm going to make him pay.

The house is across
from Detective Murdoch's.

Yes, this is his
neighbour, Raymond Huckabee.

The two have not been
getting along well of late.

- And the paperboy called this in?
- That's right, sir.

He said the door was ajar,
and when he peered in,

he saw a pool of blood on the floor.

I hope there wasn't a murder.

It's too lovely a
morning for a dead body.

I agree. I just finished my breakfast.

It was unusual that Detective Murdoch

wasn't at the Station
House this morning.

He didn't answer the
telephone at his hotel, either.

I can't remember the last time
the Detective was late for work.

Perhaps he dipped into the wine again.

Toronto Constabulary.

Hello?

That's Raymond Huckabee.

Murdoch must be informed immediately.

I'll go to his hotel myself.

I'll find the telephone
and call the Inspector.

Wait, Detective, what's this?

Murdoch? Murdoch? Are you in there?

- Inspector.
- What's wrong?

Do you know how late it is?

We must have slept in...
I feel so thick-headed.

- Yes.
- It's called being hungover.

No, sir. We aren't.

Look, we've got some bad
business to attend to.

- Has there been a murder?
- Yes, sir.

- Raymond Huckabee.
- What?

- No.
- That can't be.

I'm afraid so. We just
came from his house.

And we need to talk to you about this.

Your cufflink.

And this was found at the scene?

Right next to Huckabee's body, sir.

This is definitely your cufflink!

You were wearing them last night.

This is ridiculous. Yes, it may
look like one of my cufflinks,

but it isn't. Mine are right here.

Yes. Perhaps the murderer
has the same cufflinks.

- Yes, sir.
- I gave those to William

as an anniversary present.

They were my father's.

I see.

One of my cufflinks is missing.

Don't all look at me like that.

Well, we have to ask.

Where were you last night?

We were together all night.

We went to the charity
event, everybody saw us there.

- And after?
- We came back here,

I had room service send up warm
milk for me and a sherry for Julia.

I'm afraid I don't remember
anything after that.

And then you overslept.
Did you take a soporific?

No...

But I feel as though I took several.

There's still some
liquid in the glasses.

I'll test them for sedatives.

You know, Murdoch, if anyone
else was in this position,

we'd have arrested them already.

You had motive, and your
cufflink was found at the scene.

Perhaps we should consider that, sir,

somebody might be trying to set you up?

It's certainly seems that way, George.

But who?

You can't be serious.

Oh, but I am, Mr. Crabtree.

It's all there in your contract.

I assume you read your contract.

But that's preposterous.
Not to mention wasteful.

I run a very small publishing house.

We don't have room to
store every dud we print.

So you're going to pulp the
remaining copies of my book?

No store will take
them. What are we to do?

Give it some time.

Your contract states
that if the print run

does not sell out in two months,

all remaining copies
are to be destroyed.

Well, can I keep some copies?

You have your author's copies already.

Good day, Mr. Crabtree.

- George.
- Oh. Miss Cherry.

It is not a good time.

George, I thought we were friends.

- You did?
- Friends tell each other things.

Like, the fact that
Detective Murdoch's neighbour

was gruesomely murdered in his own home.

How do you know that already?

- It was in the Toronto Examiner!
- What?

Do you think the victim's
proximity to the Detective

had anything to do with his murder?

Look, Louise, even if
I wanted to help you,

Detective Murdoch has
a standing directive...

- not to talk...
- "Not to talk to Miss Cherry," I know.

But can you comment on the fact

that a disproportionate amount
of people close to the Detective

end up dead?

Thank you for coming in, Mrs.
Huckabee. Please have a seat.

What else could I have done?

Can you tell us if there was anyone
who wished ill on your husband?

Yes. One man and one man only.

Detective William Murdoch.

- Now, Mrs. Huckabee...
- I will not be silenced!

I can tell you all about how
that man plagued my dear Ray.

Moving in beside him and his wife
was the worst thing we ever did.

I understand you've been staying
at your mother's this week.

Do you know what time Mr. Huckabee

would have left the
house yesterday morning?

Yes, I spoke to him on the telephone

before he left for the office.

At 8 o'clock.

I didn't know it would be the last
time I would ever hear his voice.

That man would do all
sorts of strange things.

Like, lend us his
lawnmower then take it back

in the middle of the night.

Loosen the bolts on our carriage wheels.

He even accused Raymond of killing me!

That doesn't sound like Murdoch at all.

I just knew no one
here would believe me.

Which is why I brought this.

A dossier on William Murdoch.

Proof of everything I've told you.

Are you serious?

That man and his wife are waging

a campaign of intimidation against us.

I knew no one would believe us, so

I hired a private
investigator a few weeks ago.

It must have been my female intuition.

I'm a little bit psychic, you know.

Sometimes a lot psychic.

Indeed.

I've discovered that I was
indeed drugged last night.

There was a sedative in the drink,

and I've managed to isolate it.

It's called barbital,

it's a new substance that's
less bitter than bromide.

So you were both drugged.

Well, I was. I only
found it in my glass.

I found nothing in
William's glass but milk.

Impossible.

I definitely felt I'd been sedated.

- You'll want to have a look at this.
- What is it?

Goldie Huckabee had you followed
by a private investigator

for the past few weeks.

It's damning evidence, Murdoch.

Circumstantial, at best.

Did you break into their garden shed?

Of course not.

I tried the door, but it was locked.

I wanted my lawnmower back.

You loosened the bolts
on their carriage wheels.

Raymond Huckabee asked
me to tighten them.

He didn't have the
right tools. As usual.

It's your word against this
investigator and a grieving widow.

Yes. We need to gather evidence

that points away from the Detective.

Miss Hart should be done her
postmortem by now. Shall we?

You go on.

I'm going to work on a timeline.

I narrowed the time of death to
between 8 and 10 o'clock at night.

We were at the dinner at that time.

That's good news for you, then.

He had stab wounds on
both sides of his body?

Yes, three on the front,
and these three on his back.

All made with different weapons.

Six different murder
weapons? One stab each.

It doesn't make any sense.

Curiouser still, all the wounds
are all at the same angle.

I also found blood pooled in his feet,

suggesting that for a
period of time after death,

Mr. Huckabee was upright.

So he stood up for a
while after he was killed.

Then he was laid down, or fell.

Did you find any defensive wounds?

None.

I have an idea.

Given that it is highly unlikely

that six different assailants

all stabbed Mr. Huckabee
at precisely the same time,

and no, George, I don't believe it
was a team of six kung-fu assassins.

Could have been three of them.

If they all had a blade in each hand.

Perhaps it's possible

there was no one there at all

when Mr. Huckabee was murdered.

So what's this then, some
kind of murder device?

Well, it would have required a structure

to support the blades,

attached to a trip wire, or a switch.

Perhaps it was triggered by the door.

When Mr. Huckabee came home, he
activated the device, stabbing himself.

The thrust of the weapons
would have required

- industrial grade springs.
- It's diabolical.

And a complex bit of machinery,
sir. The only person I know

who could put something like
this together would be...

Well...

Yes. Well, I didn't.

But the circumstances of this murder

are such that a device like this

could have been used to stab Mr.
Huckabee six times, all at once.

Why would someone go to the
trouble of building such a device?

So they wouldn't have to be
there at the time of the murder.

They would ostensibly have an alibi.

But there was no device there.

Perhaps the killer left evidence of it.

I've got the photographs from the scene.

What are these marks, on the wall?

Holes. Holes, you see.

A device could have been
bolted to the wall here.

William! Look! I knew it!

That's our pelican.

Goldie did steal it after all.

More importantly, these
holes prove that a device

could have been bolted to the wall.

They would have had to put
it up earlier in the day,

then take it down again
after Huckabee was dead.

Ah, Miss Hart, our little
ray of sunshine. Do come in.

I thought you would want to know,

I examined some of the skin samples
that I took from around the wounds.

What did you find?

Finely-cut grass clippings.

Grass clippings?

Didn't you and the Huckabee fellow
get into a fight over your lawnmower?

And this deep cut here

could have been made
by a lawnmower blade.

Flooding seems to have receded, sir.

Bit of a musty smell, though.

All right then, Crabbers.
Let the dog see the rabbit.

- Bloody hell, this is heavy.
- Well sir, careful.

You need to lift with
your knees, not you back.

Don't just stand there,
Crabtree, give me a hand.

Why are we not doing this outside?

It's too bright outside.
We need darkness.

All right then.

William. It can't be!

There's blood all over this blade, sir.

Not only the blade.

Bloody hell, Murdoch. If I
didn't know you quite so well...

I would look very, very guilty.

You do believe him, don't you?

That someone is setting him up?

Of course. Murdoch
wouldn't murder anyone.

We know that. But we can't keep
all this under our hat much longer.

Louise Cherry is
already asking questions.

- What about Goldie Huckabee?
- What about her?

She did steal my pelican.

She's obviously of the
criminal persuasion.

Perhaps she killed her husband?

She was in Unionville all day
with her mother. I checked.

She told me herself

that their previous
neighbours in Kingston

died under mysterious circumstances.

I'll send Parker to Kingston.
See if he can dig anything up.

Do you really think she could
have done something like this?

Yes, well, this murder did
take planning and ingenuity.

I wonder if she has the mental capacity.

Has anyone spoken to
this private investigator?

Mrs. Huckabee gave me his card.

Private Investigations, Inc.

Come in.

We're looking for a
private investigator.

Ralph Fellows.

Detective Murdoch.

We meet again.

You can't arrest me.

Oh yes we can.

This is what's gonna happen.

You'll spend time in our cells.

Then you'll go to trial.

And then you'll hang.

For what, exactly?

Mr. Fellows, we know
you were responsible

for the multiple murders last
year inspired by my Police manual.

And now we have reason to believe

that you are guilty of
murdering Raymond Huckabee.

Did I work for the wife? Yes.

Did I kill her husband? No.

Why would I?

To frame Detective Murdoch,
that's bloody well why.

Because you're a crackpot.

Where were you yesterday, Mr. Fellows?

I was working on a case.

I have a very successful
business, you know.

In fact, I don't have time for this.

I have another engagement.

The only place you're
going to is the cells.

Do you feel all right, Detective.

Getting enough sleep?

Shut up. Come on.

I cannot arrest Ralph Fellows
for the murders last year.

He'll have to be freed.

- But he's guilty!
- According to whom?

Detective Murdoch merely has a feeling

that Mr. Fellows committed those crimes.

No hard evidence.

I'm sure if given enough time...

We cannot keep men locked
up until we build a case

against them out of whole cloth.

I trust Murdoch.

Not only do you have no hard evidence

that Mr. Fellows
committed those murders,

you now have no evidence
he murdered Mr. Huckabee.

The man tried to set up his
own sister for murder last year.

He's diabolical.

From what you've told me already,

all the clues you've uncovered
point to yourself, Detective Murdoch.

That's what he wants you to think.

Can you tell me why he is
going through such trouble

to implicate you?

Ever since we met, the man has been
jealous of my superior intellect.

His only goal in life
is to see me disgraced.

You sound ridiculous.

Sort this out, Inspector.

And Detective Murdoch, stay out of this.

Before I have to charge you myself.

The Detective isn't going
to walk me out himself?

He will most definitely be in touch.

- Your briefcase.
- Ah.

This will prove my
whereabouts two days ago.

I was on a job,

following this fellow,
as he left a bawdy house.

- I'll have to talk to him.
- His name is on the back.

I'm very thorough.

I can't believe he won't be
arrested for the previous murders.

So we'll get him on the Huckabee murder.

We need to find out precisely

when this murder
contraption was installed.

And when it was taken down.

I'll talk to everyone I
can in your neighbourhood,

and anyone who had access
to the Huckabee house.

Sir, we should have the
lads check your house.

Fellows might have
left behind fingermarks

when he brought the bits and
bobs of the contraption back.

- Very good, George.
- Be quick about it, lads.

They won't let us keep this
investigation going on much longer.

Together we'll solve
this. Don't worry, William.

Miss Louise Cherry, if I'm not mistaken,

from the Toronto Telegraph?

I am she.

I have some information
on the Huckabee case.

Oh?

The murderer is none other
than Detective Murdoch.

- That seems very hard to believe.
- I have proof.

- How?
- Do you want the exclusive or not?

Should be the last of it.

George!

Did you see the latest article

about the Huckabee
case? By Louise Cherry?

Look, anything Louise Cherry
writes in the newspaper

should be taken with a grain of salt.

She says your book is un putdown-able.

She gets it right sometimes.

Apparently, Raymond Huckabee's
boss was so taken with your book,

he couldn't stop reading
it all throughout the day.

- Really?
- Which is why he remembers the exact time

Mr. Huckabee left
work. He only looked up

only when Mr. Huckabee
said goodbye, at 5:35.

At least somebody read my book.

Wait a minute, how did Louise Cherry

come to be speaking to Huckabee's boss?

She seems to have quite
a bit of information.

She writes of Detective Murdoch
being both suspect and sleuth.

How did she know that?

"Mr. Ralph Fellows,
a private investigator

who has intimate knowledge of
this case, gave me the details."

Unbelievable.

The Huckabee's housekeeper

was at the house all
day until 2 o'clock.

Mr. Huckabee left work at 5:35.

He then proceeded to a restaurant,

where he dined alone until 7:30.

Afterwards, he arrived home,

greeting his next-door
neighbour, Mrs. Hager,

at approximately 8 p.m.

Miss Hart said he was killed
between 8 and 10 o'clock.

So the contraption had
to have been installed

between 2 and 8 p.m.

Mrs. Hager told me she
sat on her front porch

between just after 6
o'clock and 8 o'clock,

and saw no one matching
Fellows' description.

Well, that narrows it down.

Mrs. Hager also pointed me in
the direction of Mrs. Schmidt,

who was able to tell me that
she was gardening between

half past 4 and 6:00
o'clock and saw nothing.

Narrowing it down further.

Do you think my neighbours
believe I'm guilty?

- That's of no consequence.
- It is if I have to see them every day.

Well, if they believe you to be a killer

at least you will have your privacy.

I have an appointment with the
fellow that Fellows was following.

I'll go see if he was indeed

at the bawdy house between
2 o'clock and half past four

on the day of the murder.

Fortunately, I can definitively
say where I was at that time.

- Excellent.
- I was interviewing an eye witness

- in the Osbourne robbery case.
-30.

It was an hour ride to his home,
and we spoke for twenty minutes.

And hour ride back and I
spent the rest of the day

here at the Station House.

Mr. Templeton.

Do I look like a fool to
you, Detective Murdoch?

No, sir.

I was just leaving.

Why was I just accosted by a reporter,

and asked why the lead
suspect in the Huckabee murder

was also the lead detective?

- Sir. I can explain.
- I should hope so.

You remember I told you
that this Ralph Fellows

has a personal vendetta against me?

Yes, and you sounded paranoid.

I can prove it to you.

I just need a bit more time.

You've got six hours.

Promise me the evening edition
will have a different headline.

- Murdoch...
- Nevermind.

As much as it pains me to admit,

Ralph Fellows has done an excellent job

of making me look guilty of murder.

These are the weapons and tools
used to make the contraption.

Then he put them in your house?

He didn't just put them there, sir,

he built the contraption out
of items already in my home.

My screwdriver, my door hinges.

Even the springs from my
automated day bed mechanism...

I've been cross-referencing
the tools with the wounds.

There are five here, and I've
matched them with wounds here,

here, here, and here.

What's this one? Looks odd.

Yes, I've not seen this
particular shape before.

The weapon must have had a short blade.

The puncture is only four inches,

and there is bruising
all around in a circle.

A circle with lines
intersecting in a star pattern.

I know what it is.

You do?

Yes.

When Margaret heard
about Higgins snow skiing,

she wanted to try it.

So she made me buy all the gear.

This bruise is made by the
thingy at the end of a ski pole.

Why would Ralph Fellows use a ski pole?

Because it's distinctive.

And there's only one place
in Toronto that sells them.

Yes, I've got it right here.

Let's see...

We did sell a pair of ski poles.

I thought it was odd, being summer.

And it was you who sold them?

No, that would be my lazy son-in law.

I know the day we sold
them, yeah! Here it is.

One pair of ski poles, sold to a...

William Murdoch.

Sir! That's an awfully good forgery.

As you can clearly see,
that is not my signature.

They look the same to me.

If Murdoch says it's a
forgery then it's a forgery.

The man most qualified
to discern forgeries

is also the man under
suspicion of murder.

Tell me what you've discovered
in the past six hours.

What of Fellows' alibi?

The subject of Mr. Fellows'
surveillance confirmed

he was outside the
bawdy house at 3 o'clock

on the day of the murder.

Therefore, so was Mr. Fellows.

Well, unless Mr. Fellows paid
someone else to take photographs.

Mr. Templeton, you must
believe that I'm being framed.

The man is obsessed with my downfall,

all he wants is to destroy me.

I assure you that in time,

we can prove that Murdoch is innocent.

Time is up.

The word is out everywhere.

It'll be my head if
I don't do something.

William Murdoch, having
reviewed the evidence,

I must council you to retain
a lawyer, and to keep silent

at the risk of incriminating
yourself further.

I have no choice but to
remand you into custody

and charge you with the
murder of Raymond Huckabee.

This Fellows is getting
the better of us.

Everywhere we turn, he's one step ahead.

He must have been
planning this for months.

I've half a mind to kill him
myself and be done with it.

Supposing Murdoch was guilty...

It's hardly a disloyal
hypothesis, George.

He's suspected each of us of
murder at one time or another.

There's no telling what darkness
lurks in the heart of a man, Crabtree.

Sir, I know what lurks in
the heart of William Murdoch,

it is a passion of justice,
a respect for science,

and a desire to create
ingenious automated machines

that one day might save
us from doing housework.

He has more integrity
than any man I know,

and he would sooner move house to Mars

than kill a vexatious neighbour.

And you know what? That's it. I
refuse to hear any more on the subject.

Yes. No doubt you're
exactly right, George.

But what I mean to say is
that if we put our minds

to examining the case against Murdoch,

it will surely fall apart.

Yes?

Yes. Right.

Surely it will. Let us do that, then.

Mr. Fellows!

Sources say Detective
Murdoch has been arrested

for the murder of Raymond Huckabee.

Can you comment, Mr. Fellows?

The investigation is in the
capable hands of the Constabulary.

Why would Detective
Murdoch kill his neighbour?

Well, having worked with
the great Detective before,

I can only assume that if Detective
Murdoch committed this act,

he must have been driven to it.

You're saying the victim
provoked this heinous crime?

Oh, no, no, no, my dear,
you must understand,

men of genius are prone to obsession.

It's obvious, Detective
Murdoch fell into the grip

of an obsession with Mr. Huckabee,

leading to tragic consequences.

Good day.

I agree with Watts.

Track my movements the
night of the murder.

You came home from the
party, drugged your wife,

then snuck out to take
the stabbing machine apart,

then put the pieces
back in your workshop.

The night staff at the hotel

would have seen you
leave after I fell asleep.

That would have been at
approximately midnight.

Doctor, shall we
interview the hotel staff?

Very good.

That leaves us with the afternoon
on the day of the murder,

when the contraption
would have been installed.

Yes, I've drawn you a map to the cabin

near Mount Dennis where Mr. Smith lives.

You bicycled?

You can't miss it. It's the
first cabin past that crossing.

Mr. Smith keeps a tidy house.

He gave me a glass of cold tea.

We'll have him come in
to confirm your alibi.

Then all this nonsense will be over.

Oh no, sir.

Mr. Smith doesn't come into town.

And he doesn't have a telephone.

You'll have to go there.

You must have read the map wrong, Watts.

I don't think so. It's very clear,
and this fits the directions exactly.

What the bloody hell
is Murdoch playing at?

No one has been here in years.

So much for Murdoch's alibi.

Yes, I was on duty from
eight in the evening

until eight that morning.

And did you see
Detective Murdoch at all?

I remember he came in after
dinner, with the doctor.

I recall you came in with
the Detective at about eleven.

You asked for warm milk
and sherry to be sent up

- to your room, which we promptly did.
- Yes.

And who exactly had
access to our drinks?

The rest of the staff
was done for the night.

So I warmed the milk and
poured the sherry out myself.

Very kind of you.

Before you brought them up, were the
drinks left unattended at any time?

I shouldn't think so.

Did anyone ask you to
interfere with our drinks?

This is important.

If someone paid you to
put something in our cups,

you won't be in any trouble.
We just need to know who it was.

Joe was otherwise occupied,

so I brought the tray up to your room.

The Detective asked that
I leave it on the table.

I did so. I went back out again.

I was washing up.

Did you see him leave his
room at any time after that?

No.

- All right, then.
- Thank you very much.

But if he wanted to leave
without anyone noticing,

he would have used the staff entrance.

Excuse me, sir.

Toronto Constabulary.

What time do you load
out your deliveries?

Start at midnight most nights.

So you were working here two nights ago?

Yes, that's right.

Did you see anyone come out of the
hotel after about midnight that night?

The night porter came out
for a cigarette around then.

And that's all? Nobody else?

Yeah. Sure. There was one other fellow

I didn't recognize from the hotel.

Could you describe him for us?

Dark-haired fellow.

Nice Homberg hat.

Oh for heaven's sake!

The baker saw me in the
alley outside the hotel?

William, why would you wear
your own hat to commit a murder?

Well, I wouldn't... I didn't.

Well, clearly it was an
imposter with an imposter hat,

and it was all part of
the plot to entrap you.

Speaking of...

How did you come to interview
Mr. Smith in the Osbourne case?

I received a tip.

I suppose it could
have been Ralph Fellows.

Sir, what I don't understand is if

Mr. Smith was at that
cabin just two days ago

with a stew on the stove
and flowers on the porch,

how could the place look
completely abandoned two days later?

The place was covered
in cobwebs, Murdoch.

Spiderwebs can be spun in a day.

And dust everywhere.

- I took a sample.
- Oh, very good.

Grains are very fine,
completely uniform.

All of them less than 0.1 microns.

Clay would be my guess.
From pottery perhaps.

This is absurd. Spiders. Clay. Pottery.

Nobody is going to believe this.

Oh, Butch. What did you find
out about Goldie Huckabee?

Other than she is a liar and a thief.

Because of the pelican?

They didn't say anything
about a pelican in Kingston.

What did you find?

Is there any reason to believe
she's a homicidal maniac?

Station House Four owes you a
sincere apology, Mr. Fellows.

Let's have a drink.

I look forward to hearing it, Inspector.

Pray, continue.

We no longer believe that
you had anything to do

with Raymond Huckabee's murder.

It takes a big man to
admit when he's wrong,

and I respect you the more for it.

Yes, we were very wrong
about you, Mr. Fellows,

and I do regret it.

Take a seat.

To think you arranged an entire
frame job on Detective Murdoch.

Fantastical.

When, if anything, you were
a patsy in the whole affair.

Well, now your apology
is blundering somewhat.

You see, we have reason to believe
that your client, Goldie Huckabee,

was using you in a plot of her own.

- Mrs. Huckabee?
- It seems she moved to Toronto this year

- to flee suspicion in a double murder.
- What?

And we've been able to deduce

that clay dust was planted
to obscure Murdoch's alibi,

and it came from a potter
located near the house

where Mrs. Huckabee
was staying last week.

Well, I...

I find this difficult to understand.

Goldie Huckabee is
the criminal mastermind

we've been looking for all along.

And it seems all of
us, you included sir,

have been played for dupes.

Bottoms up.

You wouldn't guess it to
look at her, would you?

No. No, indeed not.

Women are wily creatures.

Surely you are not pursuing
a theory that Mrs. Huckabee

murdered her husband with a
custom-made murder machine,

- and then framed Detective Murdoch?
- As you know,

spouses are often to
blame in these cases.

Now I would love to see
any notes you may have

on your meetings with
Goldie Huckabee, Mr. Fellows.

- One lawman to another of course.
- Certainly.

Inspector. We found the
sedative used to drug Dr. Ogden.

It was in Mrs. Huckabee's suitcase.

Excellent work, Detective Watts.

I can see the noose tightening
around her neck as we speak.

Yes. The only thing missing
is the spring mechanism

for that dastardly machine.

She must have kept them for some reason.

- But where?
- Where indeed.

Where?

George, look!

I suppose Mr. Spencer
didn't get the news.

The rest of my books are
destined to be pulped.

He said he sold ten copies today
and phoned to the publisher for more.

Really?

Effie, maybe my book won't be a failure.

Maybe all it needed was to
be mentioned in the newspaper.

George, everyone's read
Miss Cherry's article

about Detective Murdoch
murdering that man.

Your book will be a sensation!

That would be wonderful, but Effie,

you know Detective Murdoch
didn't murder that man, right?

- And you filed the report?
- Not...

As you requested, Inspector.

I believe you'll find all of
my meetings with Mrs. Huckabee

accounted for in my case notes.

Thank you, Mr. Fellows.
That's very sporting of you.

I only want to see justice served.

Inspector. I have good news.

- I tracked down Detective Murdoch's alibi witness.
- Really?

I would have thought that fellow

- would be in a shallow grave by now.
- Indeed.

It is fortunate that is not the case.

He was spending time with relatives.

And he has quite a story.
Mr. Smith, if you don't mind,

tell the Inspector what you told me.

Firstly, let me assuage any fear
you may hold as to my character.

I am but a humble philosopher.

Oh. Is that so.

What can you tell us
regarding your whereabouts?

Last week, a woman approached me

to ask that I speak with a
policeman on a designated day,

and then abandon my hermitage.

What explanation did she
offer for this request?

No explanation, sir.

Only a purse which, given how
little philosophy is valued,

was most welcome.

- Mr. Smith, do you recall the woman's name?
- Indeed.

It was Mrs. Goldie Huckabee.

- No.
- Do you...

recognize Mrs. Huckabee
among these women?

This.

This is the selfsame lady.

Surely this is not credible.

Excellent work, Crabtree.

I think you just saved
Detective Murdoch from the noose.

I'll go and tell Crown Attorney
Templeton the news straight away.

He'll definitely want to hear this.

Thank you for meeting me, Miss Cherry.

You said you have information
about the Huckabee investigation.

I'm afraid I have reason to
believe Station House Four

is fabricating evidence for the purpose

of framing Goldie Huckabee
for her husband's murder.

- That's a very serious allegation.
- That's a very serious crime.

I suppose I wouldn't put it
past Detective Murdoch's friends

to try to frame an innocent
woman, if it meant saving him.

Loyalty run amok.

So you'll write about it?

Corruption at the most storied
Station House in Toronto?

It would be the exclusive of the year.

- But what proof do you have?
- The evidence against Mrs. Huckabee

is so far circumstantial.

If you look into it, you'll
discover how easily it was faked up.

That doesn't seem too sensational...

Don't worry. Now that I know the truth,

I will be able to shake the trees.

Something will fall out.

Constable Crabtree.

Detective Murdoch
languishes in a jail cell.

Detective Murdoch is
innocent, and we will prove it.

How far would you go to protect
your close friend from the noose?

Watch what you imply,
Miss Cherry. I warn you.

There are libel laws in this country.

It's not libel if there is proof.

Yes. Well, I'll have you know, our proof

implicates Mrs. Huckabee.

"Our proof."

Don't you find it inappropriate
that Station House Four

is investigating a case with
its own detective at the center?

I'm warning you, Miss
Cherry, don't interfere...

Let me warn you, Constable.

Once the full light of my journalistic
inquiry shines on this case,

Crown Attorney Templeton
will send an unbiased team

- to do a full search of the Murdoch home.
- Unbiased?

You've never liked William Murdoch.

I am acting as an objective observer.

It's also my understanding

that a crucial piece of the murderous
contraption is still missing.

Yes, well I don't mind
telling you that it's true

that we searched the
Detective's home for it

and did not find it.

Or perhaps you didn't want to find it.

Well, Mr. Fellows.

It seems you can come and
go from my home with ease.

And look at that, you've
found the elusive springs.

Almost as if you knew
exactly where to look.

Planning to move them somewhere

more likely to be discovered, were you?

I must thank Miss Cherry for her help.

You needn't all be so smug.

Have you forgotten I have an alibi
for the afternoon of the murder?

I looked into that further. The
man in your photographs told me

he goes to the same bordello
at the same time every week.

You took the pictures a week earlier.

It's not over yet.

I could just say you've set me up.

It's clear who set all
of this up, Mr. Fellows.

How did you come to decide on
Mr. Huckabee as your victim?

I'd been watching you,
listening to your conversations.

I knew you didn't like them.

I was going to make you a murderer,

Mr. Huckabee would become the victim.

Listening to us?

You we were inside our home?

You broke into their house
as well as the Huckabees'.

I manipulated Goldie Huckabee to
hire me as their private detective.

Then I burst your water main.

Once you had decamped to the hotel,

I had free access to your
house as well as theirs.

You were in our hotel room, as well,

- you drugged my wife.
- I drugged you both on the night of the murder.

Then I switched your cup
for a clean cup when I was

returning to collect the
incriminating cufflink.

All of this just to see
Detective Murdoch hang?

No.

To prove he is not the
smartest man in the world.

That I am your peer! You see?

I can go toe-to-toe with you and win!

It was the pinnacle of my
life's work. A brilliant scheme.

Every detail worked out.

Admit it, Murdoch:

There were times when even
you doubted your own innocence.

We caught you.

Well, not everything
went according to plan.

I did not expect to get caught.

But at least that dolt Goldie
Huckabee won't get any credit.

She never would have.

The case against her was only
ever for your benefit, Mr. Fellows.

Blasted worms!

Admit it, Murdoch.

I almost had you.

I am your peer.

And I can give credit
where credit is due.

You came up with a plan
to catch me, and it worked.

Oh, actually that wasn't my plan.

No, you see, that idea
came from George Crabtree.

Yes, it seems even my
constable has outwitted you.

Now that you're going
to hang for this murder,

will you admit to committing
the multiple murders last year?

Those were quite ingenious.

How does it feel to have crimes modelled

after your own book go unsolved?

We both know who did it.

Whatever do you mean?

Unfortunately, because of our work,

Detective Murdoch and I attract
some very unstable people.

We feel truly terrible that your husband

became one of their victims.

If there's anything at
all we can do, Goldie,

please don't hesitate to ask.

Your husband is a homicidal lunatic.

I'm sure he called in
favours to get out of trouble,

but I know he killed my husband.

And you, you have some nerve.

I'm sorry you feel that way.

- Don't come back here again.
- As you wish.

Could I get my pelican back though?

Gentlemen, lady, I give
you all George Crabtree,

author of the smash hit
literary novel, "A Man Alone."

Which the Globe book
reviewer this morning called,

"The deeply moving and
skillfully wrought story

of a man in search of
love in the modern world."

To George!

Thank you! Thank you very much!

I couldn't have done it without you all.

Now that audiences have
discovered George's book,

a second print run is underway.

And the publisher wants
George to go on a book tour.

Across the country,
Halifax to Vancouver.

Well, let's hope you're still
standing at the end of it.

- Well, you will come back to us, won't you, George?
- Oh, yes, of course.

Uh, the tour is only a month.

Besides, I shudder to think
what you would all do without me.

Could I have an autograph?

- Oh, of course.
- It's not for me.

Oh.

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