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...support me,

or there's no point. Right?

One sarsaparilla.

In a clean glass, as requested.

Yeah...

Final question...

Which ancient civilization's gold filigreed adornments

were an inspiration for jewellers

in the reign of Queen Victoria?

The Greeks!

I-I-I'm sorry! I mean the Romans.

The-the-the Greco-Romans.

I'm sorry, no.

Yes, Miss Cain?

The Etruscans.

I was going to say... the Assyrians!

Wrong.

Uh, the Etruscans.

Correct.

So glad you joined the team, Mavis.

And with that last bonus question,

we have the Pugnacious Police in third.

The Learned Ladies in second.

And, once again, the Know-It-Alls in first place.

Congratulations.

See you all next week

for another esoteric evening of Miscellany Matchup.

And don't forget to fill out

your entry tests for Toronto's Smartest Man.

Sponsored by Mr. Colwyn of Colwyn's Complete Cyclopedia.

That's right. The-the...

No home is complete without a set of Colwyn's.

Higgins, you need to keep your mouth shut

unless you're certain of the answer.

Sir, I'm pretty sure that was the right answer.

-Mm. -Where's Murdoch tonight,

anyway? We'd be a lot better team with him involved.

I understood that the Detective

usually doesn't take an interest in such frivolous events.

Congratulations, gentlemen.

Third place isn't so bad. A respectable showing.

I'm surprised the ladies managed to best you.

They aren't the most challenging of competition.

We've been neck and neck every week.

We take pity on you, you mean.

Oh, please.

You're so conceited, you pretend even

your mistakes are on purpose.

An ad hominem attack.

I'd expect no better from a woman.

An ad hominem attack...

I know what it means.

Be sure to finish up the contest entry tests.

My son Dean is coming around to collect them.

Try your luck, gentlemen.

Toronto's Smartest Man

might be here in this very room.

Higgins, you're having a laugh.

You call that a test?

Mm.

Thanks for coming, Murdoch.

We've, uh, we've all had a few.

We thought it would be a good idea if we had

a steady hand at the wheel.

The man's fallen ill, then?

Victor Fordham. Uh, apparently a severe allergic reaction.

Oh. Well, not poisoned then.

But you don't believe it was an accident either?

Well, we did at first, until Mr. Ryan informed us

that Fordham's shellfish allergy's common knowledge.

And he was a terrible person.

Someone may have intentionally contaminated his glass.

-Mr. Ryan. -Detective.

I understand you knew

of Mr. Fordham's shellfish allergy?

Of course. Sure. He never shut up about it,

especially since I got these new clam juice dispensers in.

-Oh? -With these, I can fix

all the latest clam beverages:

hot clam soda,

ginger clam juice,

hot clam cream.

It's a vile craze, but, uh, it sells.

Mm. Is it possible, then,

that some of this clam juice

accidentally made its way into Mr. Fordham's glass?

Not a chance.

He ordered bottled sarsaparilla

that I poured into a clean glass.

I saw him after he took a sip. He was fine.

The bar cleared out after Mr. Fordham's medical episode.

But, sir, everyone who was here will be

at the Toronto's Smartest Man competition tomorrow.

You should think about entering, sir.

It's being held at the book fair.

Pursuit of knowledge shouldn't be a contest.

The prize is $1,000.

And a full set of encyclopedias.

Imagine, all of the world's knowledge at your fingertips.

Encyclopedias?

Welcome to Toronto's Pedagogical Book Fair.

We at Colwyn's Complete Cyclopedia

are proud sponsors of this week's events,

especially the search for Toronto's smartest man.

Dean, my boy, come up here.

Colwyn's Complete Cyclopedia.

Uh, founded by my-my grandfather,

uh, Tobias Colwyn in 18...

in, uh, in-in, yeah, in-and...

-1870! -Yes, 1870,

and now on the second...

Third! The third edition

of Colwyn's Complete Cyclopedia

is the preeminent compendium to ignite the light of learning.

Buy volume one now, fr-from aardvarks to azurites.

But a subscription plan

is the best value for the full set.

And now, the main event.

Only five perfect tests were submitted. By...

Yes, uh... By, uh, François Boudreau.

Ved Srinivasan.

Uh, William Murdoch.

So you did enter.

Well done, Detective!

Uh, Victor Fordham and F. Newsome.

These five contestants

will vie for the crown of Toronto's Smartest Man.

Are you lost, my dear?

No. Fiona Newsome. F. Newsome.

A woman? Oh no, uh, th-this will never do.

I beg your pardon?

Well, it's, uh, it's in the name, ma'am.

Toronto's smartest man. Thank you.

Maybe we go-we could go to the next highest score?

-Yes, yes, yes. -Uh, Dr. Glenn Price.

Oh!

And I believe that Mr. Fordham

went to the hospital last night.

Oh. In that case, the alternate

for Mr. Fordham will be...

Stop right there!

I'll be damned if I'm kept out of this competition.

Very well then.

Uh, ladies and gentlemen,

ah, please stay and browse the books

while we prepare the stage for an exciting battle of wits.

-Um, um, Mr. Colwyn? -Oh, Mr. Fordham,

Detective William Murdoch, Toronto Constabulary.

Aha. Have you caught the villain who did this to me?

Not yet. But I was wondering,

do you know who may have wanted to do this to you?

I'd say most of my competitors dislike me.

That's what happens when you're the best.

Maybe that tall woman on the ladies' team?

Miss Gruesome, or some such.

Quite competitive,

and she definitely doesn't like me.

Anyone else?

No.

Although, last night,

Ved did say he hoped I'd drop dead.

The sign is quite clear, my dear.

This is absurd!

Women are the intellectual equal to men in every way.

Mr. Colwyn,

Miss Newsome here plays in a weekly miscellany game

against myself and Mr. Fordham.

Thank you, Professor Srinivasan.

And she habitually loses.

She isn't a serious contestant.

I got a perfect score on the entry test,

the same as you!

There's no need for raised voices.

If I may, Miss Newsome lives in my neighbourhood.

She has recently been left by her husband

and is no doubt emotional.

Uh, competition might not be advisable,

given her fragile state.

I am not emotional and, sir,

you are a chiropodist, not a psychiatrist.

Nevertheless, I think Dr. Price has a point,

don't you, my dear?

Just how do you get along with Mr. Fordham?

I understand you told him you wished he would drop dead.

He called me a fool for saying Montevideo

is the capital of Paraguay.

-It's Asunción. -Montevideo is Uruguay.

I know that now.

Look, we bicker from time to time,

but I certainly didn't put clam juice into his drink.

Detective.

The name's Boudreau.

Mr. Boudreau.

Were you at the Miscellany Matchup the other night?

-No. -Then how can I...?

Do you remember getting me sent to jail ten years ago?

The name does ring a bell.

Well, your name does

a little bit more than that for me.

I spent ten years locked up,

reading every book that I could find,

familiarizing myself with the law,

the arts and the sciences,

waiting for the day that I could throw

your supposed genius back in your face.

Well, then, how lovely

that you've been afforded that opportunity.

I'm going to beat you, Detective,

no matter what it takes.

Teddy!

Have a look at this.

X-ray glasses.

Can see through skin and clothing.

Imagine how useful those would be.

For what?

Police work.

Henry, I don't think that's a real product.

You know what you always say to me:

be more careful in the big city,

-everyone's a swindler. -Ah, this is different.

This is in the newspaper!

Don't waste your money.

The company probably won't even send the glasses.

It's too late. I already ordered a pair last week.

The Colwyns should just hand the prize over

to Murdoch and be done with it.

As brilliant as Detective Murdoch is,

you can't be certain he'll win.

There are many different types of intelligence, after all.

Ah, that's rubbish. You're either bright,

or you're dim. And I know a sure thing when I see it.

Attention all!

The moment has arrived.

Together we will answer the question:

who is Toronto's smartest man?

Envelopes with the daily challenges

and their solutions are locked in this safe.

Each day, I'll open a new one,

uh, contestants will earn points...

Which will be tallied by the lovely Miss Ontario Wheat.

And at the end of the week, we will have our champion.

Now in this briefcase...

is the $1,000 cash prize for the winner.

And so...

let Round One begin.

The sum of the first five prime numbers.

Twenty-eight.

Express the golden ratio to three decimal points.

One point 6-1-8.

Projectile motion.

Kirchhoff's diffraction formula.

Seven hundred twenty-nine.

Russell's Paradox.

And this is it, gentlemen, the-the final question

of the round, uh, worth five bonus points.

If a train leaves Montreal at 9 a.m.

travelling at 60 miles per hour,

and another train leaves Toronto at the same time

travelling at 50 miles per hour,

when will the two trains intersect

on the 333-mile journey?

12:16 p.m.

Uh, no. That's not right.

At 12:01 p.m. And 20 seconds.

That is the correct answer, sir.

It is not.

All trains travelling on the Grand Trunk Railway

between Montreal and Toronto

hold for precisely fifteen minutes at Kingston.

It's a hypothetical question, sir.

Take that, Murdoch.

Civility, gentlemen.

Today's round goes to Professor Srinivasan.

And, please, join us tomorrow for round two.

A worthy set of opponents.

Better luck next time, Murdoch.

Luck has nothing to do with it.

That was a misleading question.

Oh, dear.

Some workers found him this morning.

That's Professor Srinivasan.

He's still wearing yesterday's clothes,

his boutonniere.

This is the back of the book fair.

He must have been on his way home.

Well, I guess this means

he won't be winning Toronto's Smartest Man.

The building is undergoing repairs to the cornice.

Some of the brickwork was crumbling.

So he was killed by falling masonry.

Yes, but workers had already removed the loose bricks.

I think this masonry was dropped deliberately.

-Is the roof accessible? -All too easily.

Just up the main staircase.

Huh.

So, Professor Srinivasan exits the building,

pleased with his win,

and was then struck down by falling masonry

thrown from the roof.

So it would seem.

Do you think it's related to the competition?

I suppose it's possible.

Professor Srinivasan is dead?

I'm afraid so.

Pop, maybe we should call off the contest?

Nonsense.

It occurred directly behind the venue,

Mr. Colwyn. And two nights ago,

Mr. Fordham had a near-deadly brush with clam juice.

He's highly allergic.

I'm sorry to hear that, but I-I-I don't see

how either of these incidents are connected to the contest.

Nevertheless, I will be questioning

all of the contestants before we proceed.

-Pop, I... -Gentlemen.

Either you let me compete, or I intend to sue.

Well, it's Toronto's Smartest Man.

There's nothing you can do about that.

Aren't man and mankind

commonly used to refer to the whole of the human race?

Why should this competition be any different?

-You wouldn't win in court. -Maybe so.

But it'd throw a wrench in your contest all the same.

Mr. Fordham,

where were you following the competition last evening?

I believe I was the first

to leave.

You probably saw me.

I went straight out the front door.

And where did you go?

-Home. -I still wasn't feeling well.

Probably why I didn't win round one.

Can anyone vouch for you after you left the venue?

Did anyone see you?

When I went home alone? No.

-I'm afraid not. -I'm a bachelor, Detective.

Although, when I left the venue,

I did see Mr. Boudreau speaking with Professor Srinivasan.

And then I saw Mr. Boudreau hurrying upstairs.

Upstairs? Are you sure?

-Yes, yes. -I thought it quite strange.

And just what were Mr. Boudreau

and the professor discussing?

I didn't hear, and I wouldn't dare eavesdrop.

I talked to no one.

I saw no one.

I got home and read legal treatises.

On prisoners' rights.

Mr. Boudreau, you were the last person

seen talking to Professor Srinivasan.

And you were seen rushing upstairs afterward.

Ah! I had to find the bathroom.

Prison food has given me the "flaflette."

Digestion issues.

What were you and the professor talking about?

I was merely offering my sincere congratulations.

He played brilliantly.

Unlike some.

Ah, upon further consideration,

Miss Effie Newsome will be permitted to compete.

Hm. Still so sure

Detective Murdoch will win now that Miss Newsome

has entered the fray? She's a worthy rival.

Oh, I doubt that very much.

Come now. We've both seen her competitive side.

Sometimes a contest comes down

to just how much someone wants to win.

Just how much, eh?

How about the two of us have a little wager?

Say, two dollars? -Make it five.

-Done. -Hm.

Oh, Detective.

You might not want to do so well this round.

Remember what happened to Professor Srinivasan.

I remember, Inspector.

And I'm here to get to the bottom of it.

Hm.

Oi. Choi.

And now for round two!

It makes octopus blood blue.

Hemocyanin.

Queen of both England and France.

Eleanor of Aquitaine.

Yes!

Classical epics were written in which poetic meter?

Dactylic hexameter.

Which Scottish-Canadian inventor and engineer

is known as the father of standard time?

Sir Sandford Fleming.

The calcaneus bone.

And the final challenge for round two,

for five bonus points:

if ES equals 14,

and JZ equals 16,

what does LW equal?

Excuse me, sirs?

Quiet through the auditorium, please.

Oh, but...

A solve!

LW equals eleven.

Care to explain for the audience?

-Of course. -Completing the pattern,

eleven is the number of alphabetical spaces

between I and W.

-Well done! -Hm.

The quick-witted Miss Newsome

is the winner of this deceptively simple round.

-Mr. Boudreau. -I saw you cheating.

You were a safe cracker who worked with armed robbers.

You stole the solution from the Colwyns' safe.

So you do remember me.

I was a safe cracker, yes.

But I was only pretending to cheat.

-Why? -As a distraction

to ensure that you didn't win.

And you fell for it.

Who's smarter now, Detective?

-Roberts! -Guess what's come in the mail.

A letter from Constable Crabtree?

Oh, uh, yes.

He says he's doing well in St. John's.

He's even made his first arrest. A, uh,

a moose poacher.

Uh, but, no, this. Look.

My X-ray spectacles.

Told you it was a real company.

Wow. I guess I was wrong.

Don't feel too bad, Teddy.

No one expects you to go from country bumpkin

to city sophisticate overnight.

This doesn't make sense.

They're supposed to see through skin and clothing,

but all I see is my hand.

Could I give them a try?

Of course.

Whoa!

My own bones. Unbelievable.

Oh, uh, oh...

Well?

I'm a gentleman, Henry.

Professor Srinivasan was single and kept to himself,

apart from his weekly miscellany game.

No enemies to speak of, so I decided to look

into the others as well.

Mr. Fordham works in investments,

Dr. Price runs a...

Well, I can't read this. Do you...?

Fool.

-Beg your pardon? Foo-foot! -Ah!

Foot clinic, runs a foot clinic.

And Mr. Boudreau has had trouble

finding employment since his release from prison.

Well, that could be a strong motivator to win the prize.

Let's look next into Mr. Boudreau.

He wasn't at Miscellany Matchup.

No. But he is a known criminal,

and he was seen going upstairs at the book fair.

Hm. You know,

the only contestant who was present

on the site of both attacks was Miss Newsome.

-Yes, but... -She is quite competitive.

And she did dislike both victims.

-Hated them, even! -And she's smart enough

to have coordinated the attacks. -Mm.

Ah. Definitely.

Well, thank you for that.

Just to be clear, I didn't attack anybody,

but I do believe somebody may be trying to poison me.

I found these on my doorstep after yesterday's competition.

"For a very pretty lady from her secret admirer."

Yes. I-I inspected the chocolates

and found pinprick marks on the bottom of each of them.

I think they're injection points.

Do you always inspect presents so carefully?

I was suspicious. I haven't received

a romantic gift in quite some time.

Smell that?

Scent of pears?

A bit exotic for a basic box of bonbons.

Mm.

I believe these were injected with chloral hydrate.

Let's have a look at that card.

A typed message, no handwriting.

A flower in the design.

It is a poppy?

I know where these came from.

Look, I am not in the habit of selling poison.

Of course not.

Do you recall who purchased the chocolates?

Likely yesterday afternoon.

We do excellent business, sir.

I-I must have sold at least a dozen chocolate boxes

after lunch yesterday.

Uh, do you remember

typing this message on the card?

Yes.

A man purchased this box.

What did he look like?

A man.

Normal.

Not particularly attractive.

Or unattractive.

Height...

Average.

Voice...

Audible.

And he's standing right behind you.

Dr. Price!

-Yes? -Dr. Price,

you are under arrest for the attempted murder

of Effie Newsome.

I left the chocolates and the note,

but I never poisoned them.

This is some sort of terrible mistake.

Why did you send them to Miss Newsome?

I sent harmless chocolates to Miss Newsome.

I was merely expressing my-my burgeoning

romantic feelings for that tall, mouthy brainiac.

It's not very expressive to leave an anonymous card.

Well, I had some qualms about signing my name.

She seems to dislike me.

I had hoped, after some gallant gestures,

to eventually step forward as her suitor.

I think that you're the one who dislikes Miss Newsome.

You're worried she'll beat you in this competition,

and that's why you poisoned

the chocolates with chloral hydrate.

Nonsense!

I'm not afraid of a little competition.

Tell me, was she pleased to receive the chocolates,

before the poison and such?

As a doctor, you also had access to a syringe.

Those can be acquired at any apothecary.

As can the chloral hydrate.

You needn't even be a medical man.

I left them on her doorstep before she arrived home

from the competition. They were wrapped in purple paper.

Someone else must have seen them and...

and done something to them. -Purple paper?

Yes. With a-a pink bow.

You know, the kind of frippery women like.

All right. Give it up already.

You're having me on about the glasses. You must be.

I'm not having you on. You're very mistrustful.

No, I know when I'm being fooled!

-I'm not fooling you. -What's all the fuss?

Constable Roberts refuses

to stop this childish prank he's been playing.

What prank? Explain.

Uh, well, Constable Higgins

bought some X-ray glasses he found in the newspaper.

And they don't work, but he's been pretending that they do!

Let me see.

Astounding!

Is that a healed fracture on your forearm, Roberts?

It is. I broke it falling out of a tree when I was seven.

The chocolates were from Dr. Price?

I knew he hated me.

Oh, on the contrary, I believe he's quite fond of you.

Oh, good Lord.

Tell me, what did the wrapping

on this box of chocolates look like?

There was no wrapping paper.

-No purple paper? -None.

Oh, that supports Dr. Price's story

that someone must have tampered

with this box of chocolates after the delivery.

So he'll be back in the competition?

I suppose so.

Well, I look forward to trouncing him.

-I hope you're happy. -You've kept my patients waiting.

I have people who depend on me for their well-being.

I trust their feet will make a full recovery.

Good day, Detectives.

I take it he isn't our culprit.

-It doesn't look that way. -Hm.

And he wasn't at the Miscellany Matchup.

Shouldn't we shut down the competition?

I believe we should continue.

It may lead us to a culprit.

I agree. And, of course,

you still want the opportunity to win.

I'd like to stay close to the suspects.

Hm. Either way, it will be all hands on deck

for the competition tomorrow.

We've got to keep everyone safe.

Well, I was thinking,

with everything that's happened,

perhaps we should call off the competition.

Don't be ridiculous.

We've decided to allow the competition to continue,

albeit with police supervision. I'll keep you posted.

Much appreciated, Detective.

Two at the front, two at the back.

And now, with all five Round Three bonus points

at stake, our competitors must assemble a mystery item

at their workstations. No instructions provided.

On my signal, the contestants will remove

their drop cloths. And go!

Oh, Detective Murdoch looks like he's off to a quick start.

He does indeed.

Care to raise the stakes of our wager?

Say, double or nothing? -Right. You're on.

Although, Miss Newsome does seem a tad perplexed,

wouldn't you say, Inspector?

Ah!

Mr. Fordham believes he's done.

Mr. Fordham has successfully completed his battery circuit.

And Mr. Fordham is the winner of this round.

Uh, that's impossible!

There is no way that anyone

knows circuits better than William Murdoch.

That man must be cheating.

Please! Some civility, gentlemen.

Nobody knows batteries like Detective Murdoch.

I sincerely doubt Fordham

subscribes to Circuits Quarterly.

-Hm. -I've seen it

on the Detective's desk.

Empty your pockets.

I suspect Mr. Fordham

has a cheat sheet or a diagram of some sort secreted away.

You're a sore loser. But fine.

Don't do it, Fordham.

The police can't be trusted.

Know your rights. Don't make it easy on them.

I have nothing to hide.

Here we are.

Mm-hmm.

Uh... What is this?

Well, I've never seen this before.

A bottle of chloral hydrate solution,

the same substance that was used

in the attempt on Miss Newsome's life.

Mr. Fordham, you are under arrest.

I don't know anything about any chocolate.

How did this poison get into your pocket?

I take off my jacket when I'm quizzing.

It was hanging off the back of my chair.

You're saying it was planted.

Where were you after yesterday's round?

I don't even know where Miss Newsome lives.

I could hardly have dropped off poisoned chocolates.

After the first day of competition,

you say you went home.

You could have snuck back in,

climbed the stairs,

and waited on the roof for Professor Srinivasan.

I could have. But I didn't.

And why would I give myself clam juice

at the miscellany game? I nearly died!

As a cover for the attacks to follow.

I think you would do just about anything

to win the title of Toronto's Smartest Man.

I think you're getting

the two of us confused, Detective.

I want to know how you have been cheating!

I didn't.

May I have a word with you in private, Detective?

Did you notice he avoided telling us

where he was last night?

What is it, sir?

Are you quite sure that personal pride

isn't playing a part in this investigation?

-What do you mean? -Is it vanity that's making you

so certain Fordham cheated?

Inspector, respectfully,

I believe I'm seeing things clearly.

Fordham is cheating,

and that malfeasance is somehow mixed in

with these violent attacks.

Something is going on here

and it isn't simply the fact that I'm not the one winning.

-Detective. -Mr. Colwyn.

-What can we do for you? -Well, I thought I'd better

drop by and mention something about Mr. Fordham.

He was with me when this business with the, uh,

poison happened.

When was this?

Yesterday evening, wasn't it?

Right after the competition.

Mr. Fordham was helping me

review mathematical calculations

for the cyclopedia.

He's one of our experts, you know,

so he couldn't have used the poison.

Why did he not tell us this?

Well, I imagine your onstage accusation

of him cheating with me

may have made him a touch reticent.

It's time to release Mr. Fordham, Detective.

Still nothing?

There must be something wrong with my eyes.

Maybe I should call the doctor.

What if he tells me that I'm slowly going blind?

Henry, hang up. I was joking.

-I shouldn't call? -I've been pretending.

The glasses don't work.

-I knew it! -Take a closer look.

There's a feather inside

to create this sort of blurry effect.

So I got a defective pair.

The glasses themselves are a hoax, Henry.

Sorry for playing along.

It's fine.

I was playing along, too.

Have you been up all night, Detective?

Yes.

I found it extremely suspicious

that Calvin Colwyn showed up here with an alibi

for Mr. Fordham.

The two of them must be colluding.

Hm. To cheat in the contest,

or are you talking about the attacks?

It can't be a coincidence

that all of this cheating and violent attacks

have been running through this entire competition

from the beginning.

I'm convinced that they are connected.

I just don't know how yet.

Right. And what's all this?

Oh. I've been trying to figure out exactly

how Mr. Fordham has been cheating.

Watts, do you recall when we coached

Constable Crabtree through that chess game

remotely so that he could win?

For a case.

He had an earpiece

through which he received instructions.

Yes. That got me thinking.

What if Mr. Colwyn has some high-level technology

hidden within his briefcase?

-Like what? -I thought you'd never ask.

I've noticed that Mr. Fordham's workstation

is nearest to where Mr. Colwyn

always sits, always places his briefcase,

and never takes his hand off of it.

Yes?

What if he's been sending Morse code messages...

through a device hidden inside the briefcase

to Mr. Fordham,

via an electrical conduit

hidden beneath the stage floor?

That's an extremely complex plan.

Relying on precise placement of all the elements involved

and a lightning-fast understanding of Morse code.

Yes, but we cannot forget the level of intellect

that we are dealing with here.

We cannot underestimate their cunning.

We must see through their stratagems!

These X-ray spectacles are garbage.

I've got to get my money back.

Well, that's it! That's it!

That's it!

This is a portable version of my X-ray machine.

It's disguised as a camera.

I need you to take an image of Colwyn's briefcase.

The back plate is already in place.

Of course.

Detective,

I wonder if it's possible

there's a less elaborate cheating scheme at play here.

I-I-I'm sure it's not technically impossible.

Ladies and gentlemen, but a single question remains,

after which we will officially announce Toronto's Smartest Man.

Ahem!

Or person.

The final challenge will be a code breaking puzzle

worth five bonus points.

Miss Ontario Wheat will reveal the statement to be,

uh, worked out.

Hm.

So soon, Mr. Murdoch?

It reads,

"The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing."

Socrates.

It is a simple Caesar shift

cipher of seven places.

It's fairly common in my line of work.

That is, uh, that is correct.

That means we have a winner.

And... with the most points on the board,

Detective Murdoch is Toronto's Smartest Man.

Oh, wait a moment.

I-I-I wasn't here for the first round.

I'm at a disadvantage in the points count.

Our decision is final.

Uh, tomorrow will be the grand prize ceremony,

and Cyclopedia founder and my esteemed father,

Tobias Colwyn,

will be arriving by train from Windsor

to present the prize himself.

Detective, Detective, I feel as though

we should do some kind of face-off

to determine who really won this thing.

All right. But right now,

I need to get to the station house.

Well, we can continue this conversation there.

All right.

So, why are you doing all this?

You won, supposedly. What are you expecting to find?

Evidence of cheating,

specifically some type of Morse code pulsation device.

This X-ray should clarify.

-You X-rayed the briefcase? -I did.

Detective Murdoch disguised the device as a camera.

What's inside?

It's empty.

What about the prize money Colwyn showed everyone?

The bills were banded with metal clips.

The money's not in there, either.

Maybe there is no one-thousand-dollar prize.

What if Calvin Colwyn is trying to avoid a payout.

By attacking the contest frontrunners? That's mad.

But if it's true, Detective Murdoch could be next.

I believe we need to pay Calvin Colwyn a visit.

Oh! Detective. You startled me.

Mr. Colwyn, why are you taking down your displays?

Oh. Well, my-my father fell ill

and couldn't make the train,

so we've decided to for ego the prize presentation,

but no worry.

You'll still receive your prize in installment payments.

What about all the money that was in the briefcase?

Oh, that was just showmanship.

It's all paid out to suppliers.

But y-your collected cyclopedia is available today.

Do you offer delivery?

Mr. Colwyn, I'm not surprised

that you called off the ceremony.

I don't think you want to pay out that prize money.

Perhaps you can't afford to.

Nonsense.

The book fair and the contest have been terrific publicity.

Even with one of the contestants

losing their life?

Well, I had nothing to do with that.

And it's a shame, but sales are up.

I wish I could drag this competition out forever.

Only a fool would think differently.

Mr. Colwyn.

Pop, maybe we should call off the contest?

Nonsense.

Perhaps we should call off the competition.

Don't be ridiculous.

Are you the fool your father's referring to?

-I don't, uh... -What-what do you mean?

You've been only too eager to shut down this competition,

suggesting that your father do so at every turn.

I was just concerned about the competitors, about...

about their safety.

I think you're lying.

We need to have a discussion about this

down at the station house.

Leave my son alone.

He might be a little fool, but he's done nothing wrong.

You be quiet.

I'm not a fool, you are!

There's no money, Pop! There's no money,

there's no thousand dollars.

If we had to pay that prize,

we would have gone under, for sure.

I didn't have a choice. -Son.

What have you done?

No one could win that prize.

I was just trying to make sure of it.

When I saw how quickly Mr. Fordham

was filling out his entry exam

and I heard him complaining about that clam juice,

well, it was easy enough for me to splash some in his drink.

But he came back.

Oh, Dean. Th-this is madness.

And I thought surely Professor Srinivasan's death,

that would be enough to stop the event, but no!

No, some eager detective was all too determined

-to let it continue. -And after you dropped a brick

on Professor Srinivasan's head,

you tried to poison Miss Newsome?

What were you planning to do to the Detective?

I wasn't going to kill him.

We were skipping out without paying. That's all.

You didn't have to do any of this.

Well, you always tell me to pay attention.

To pull my weight! That's what I was doing!

I was pulling my weight.

I was trying to save your company.

We were going under, Pop!

You're just too blind to see that!

I wasn't!

I knew we were in trouble.

If you knew you couldn't afford to pay the prize money,

why put it up in the first place?

Because I'd already arranged a winner.

A man content with glory even if he cheated to get it.

Fordham.

I gave him the answers,

and a smaller payout for helping me fix the contest.

I... With the extra publicity,

I knew the Cyclopedia would bounce back.

Why couldn't you stay out of this?

I was just trying to help.

But Fordham didn't win.

So not only did your son fail,

you did, as well.

I wouldn't have, if you hadn't entered the contest.

You're under arrest for fraud.

And your son for murder.

Thank you.

So, in the end, sir, I got my money back

for the X-ray glasses. -Good for you.

Used it to buy mind-reading goggles.

Higgins, you're as daft as a bloody brush, lad.

I knew you'd say something like that, sir.

Maybe I don't need them after all, huh?

So, Albert,

why didn't Mr. Fordham win it all

if he had the answers in advance?

Well, he told Murdoch that he threw at least one round

to avoid suspicion.

He also said that the injury to his wrist

didn't help him, either.

-Oh! Speak of the devil. -Oh!

-Murdoch. You're here. -What have you got there?

I've created a device to aid with game play.

I call it the Answer Alert.

Brilliant!

But, uh,

Miscellany Matchup isn't tonight.

I know.

Miss Newsome...

I believe women are the intellectual equals

to most men.

Not all.

Is that a challenge?

Do we still have a bet, Albert?

We do, indeed.

Are we ready to begin?

Not too late to back out, Detective.

That's very kind of you.

Our first question:

In the George Crabtree novel,

A Man Alone,

who did Mr. Crabtree

consider to be his biggest influence?

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