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How is the patientthis morning?

Your future's at Scotland Yard.

I don't thinkthat's ever been in question.

I'm not talking about work.

Bonjour, Eliza.

There's really no need for youto be here.

I'm staying in London until thisship is back on course.

I'm going to New York.

For a year?

This isn't goodbye.

It's goodbye for now.

Morning, miss-- post.

Thank you.

Goodness.Indeed.

Good morning, Eliza.

Clarence.

I hope that's not fullof bills.

Applications.

We've hadan overwhelming response

to our advertfor new detectives.

I suppose my reputationdoes precede me.

It's more likely they heardof the female detective.

The advert was quite clearwho they'd be dealing with.

Remind me whose nameis above the door.

Yours,and your sons'.

Well, no timelike the present.

Shall we begin?

Oh, this one's good.

23 years at Bow Street--what does that tell you?

That he lacks ambition.

Unlike Mr. Samuel Walsh.

Can't spell the word"detective."

Or the word "criminal."

Or his own name.

Him.

Fired him last year.

Him?Too young.

He's too old.

Don't trust him.

Don't like him.

Him.

He's been in prison.

Surely we can at leastagree on this chap.

I've said no to himtwice already.

Stop trying to sneakhim through.We've been at this all day,

and so far you've likednone of my choices.

Any morethan you've liked mine.

It'll be mewho works with them.

And me who pays for them--I am the boss.

So you keep reminding me.

Surely some of the applicantsare acceptable to you both.

Ask him.

Ask her.

Good morning.

Morning.

I was just practicingmy handwriting.

Looked to melike you were writing a letter.

Fine.

I was writing a letter.

To?

Barnabus.

Oh.

Hm.

Lizzie!

What are you up to?

Why are you writingto Inspector Wellington?

Because you aren't.

What?He wrote to me.

He said he's sent youthree letters

and you've not repliedto any of them.

I don't want any breakfast--I'll be late for work.

Lizzie, you've not spokenof Inspector Wellington

since he's been gone.

Perhaps it might helpto do so.

You're clearly upsetand angry with him.

I'm not upset,nor am I angry.

I'm absolutely fine.

If we are to be together,

then I cannot remainat Scotland Yard

with you a private detective,

nor can I be around youanymore without...

Without being with you.

Yes.

Uh, sorry to disturb,

but Mr. Nash would like youto meet him right away.

What for?

To meet a new client.

What new client?

Patrick.

Eliza.

What is this place?

This... is the future.

Reception-- may I help you?

- Reception?- Yes, sir.

Mr. Bracewell.Certainly, sir.

Do you know muchabout the telephone?Not much.

I know it was invented in 1875by Alexander Graham Bell.

There were,of course, counterclaims

as to who first came upwith the innovation,

but Bell was the firstto patent it.

Nine years on,it's really only the preserve

of the richand the privileged,

given how costly it isto install and run.

Although this yearhas seen telephone stations

installed invarious public places.

Shops, telegraph offices.

A yes or nowould have sufficed.

As you say, it's being made moreaccessible to ordinary folk.

It's the new gold rush.

This place isat the forefront.

So, why are we here?

The owner of Britanniawants us

to negate some ratherbad publicity.

Yes, Mr. Bracewell.

Mr. Bracewellwill see you now.

Extraordinary.

It certainly is.

Britannia havean engineering workshop

where they design new waysto improve their product.

Two days ago, it wasdestroyed by a gas explosion.

Two men were killed: a younginventor named Alfred Baker

and the co-founderof the company, George Davidson.

So there was a gas leak.

According to the newspapers,

the police think Davidsonlighting his pipe

is what ignitedthe explosion.

But as for the gas leak,

it seems someone tamperedwith the supply.

And the police believethat this someone

works here at Britannia.

Not just someone.

Our new client,Joseph Bracewell.

My aim, Mr. Nash,is to put a Britannia telephone

into every householdin the country.

Once we've done that,

we will moveinto the international markets.

I applaud your ambition,Mr. Bracewell.

I must confess,I've not yet used one of these.

To, to help you fully,Mr. Bracewell,

perhaps we shouldtry it ourselves.

Be my guest.

Good afternoon,Britannia Exchange.

What number do you require?

Ask for the stock exchange.

Uh, the stock exchange,please.

Connecting you now--please wait one moment.

Ask for the latest Britanniashare price.

Stock exchange,how can I help you?

Uh, please could you adviseon the current share price

for the Britannia TelephoneCompany?

- One and six.- One and six.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

All this dire publicityhas caused the value

of my companyto fall by the hour.

Which is why I need youto get the police off my back

and find out who is responsiblefor this terrible deed.

They have a ridiculous notion

that I wanted George Davidsondead.

Your business partner?

We founded the companytogether.

I felt the time was rightto expand.

To buy out our rivals.

And Mr. Davidsondisagreed?

This disagreementwas a minor issue,

not reason for meto kill him.

I gather the policesuspect you

because you were supposedto attend this meeting

with Mr. Davidson,but you didn't turn up.

We had another argumentthat morning.

I simply wasn't in the moodto face him.

I spent the afternoon herein my office.

But that was unusual,

was it not?

That you didn't attendthat weekly meeting?

Unheard of,according to the newspapers.

Do not believe everythingyou read in the newspapers.

Did you have any grievance withthe other man that was killed,

the, uh, the young inventor,Alfred Baker?

No.

And for your information,

Alfred wasn't meant to beat that meeting.

We have to ask these questions,Mr. Bracewell,

so that we're clear onall the details of this case.

Well, in that case, let mebe crystal-clear with you.

I did not murderGeorge Davidson.

As for Alfred Baker,

he'd just designed the telephone

that would make this companya fortune.

Why on Earthwould I want him dead?

Why in God's name did youinterrogate him like that?

You clearly weren't goingto ask him anything useful.

I've never seen you soin awe.

I was not in awe, I justthink him an impressive man.

A visionary.I think him rather unsavory.

Ah, you disagreewith my judge of character.

Quelle surprise.

What of my judgment?

I'm the one who's going to berunning the office.

I should choose my own staff.Oh, I see.

That's what this is about,is it?

That's the reasonfor this latest sulk du jour.

I do not sulk.We will discuss this matteranother time.

Right now, we needto visit the crime scene.

Finally, somethingwe agree on.

Go fetch my carriage.

Detective Phelps--just the man.

Inspector Phelps, actually--well, soon to be.

You're taking overfrom Inspector Wellington?

But there's beenno formal announcement.

Just needs to berubber-stamped.

And why hasn't it been?

Well, I'm sureit's just a matter of time.

May I offermy congratulations

on what will bea well-deserved promotion.

So, I assume your presence hereis not just to keep me company.

As ever, you assume right.

We've been hired to investigatethe Britannia explosion,

and we'd like to take a lookat the crime scene.

I take it your fire expertshave assessed the scene?

Still waiting.

They've been held up elsewhere,which is a bugger,

'cause we can't progresswith the case

until they've had a gander.

Well, perhapsin the meantime,

you might allow us to lookfor ourselves.Hm.

Good one-- now hop it!

I see the prospect ofa promotion hasn't endowed you

with any more decorum,Detective Phelps.

Let me give you some advice,Miss Scarlet.

I'm the skipper now.

So you need to start showing mea bit of respect.

Oh, I've always seen respectas something you earn.

Oh, how Miss Scarletdoes like to jest.

You surely know that our respectfor you is unimpeachable,

Inspector Phelps,

and we'd bemost grateful...

Under no circumstanceslet them inside.

Yes, sir.

Even if the queenherself comes down here

and says you'll be hangedfor treason if you don't...

...still don't let them in.

That went well.

Well, we're not allblessed

with your powersof duplicity, Patrick.

If by that you meancharm and persuasion

to keep my business afloat,

well, then perhaps you shouldtry it sometime.

Whether you like it or not,

you have to learnto play the game.

What is wrong with youat the moment?

This can't just beabout the hiring of staff.

Is this aboutyour inspector leaving?

Nothing is wrong with me--he's not my inspector.

What I'm about to sayyou may not like--

in fact,you definitely won't like it.

Well, then perhapsyou shouldn't say it.

The work you've had up untilnow from Scotland Yard

has been on accountof your friendship

with Inspector Wellington.I secured that work becauseI'm good at what I do.

And I'm not disputing that,

but the fact remains, yourfriendship helped a great deal.

But now Phelps is in charge,

he's not obligedto tolerate you.

Tolerate me?

Do you want this businessto flourish

under your command or not?

Yes, of course I do.

Then make it your businessto get along with Phelps.

And will you pleasestop sulking?!

For the last time,I do not sulk!

Good, becausemy mother was a sulker

and it brings backbad memories.

Fine.

What do you want me to do,go back to him and grovel?No.

That ship has sailed.

I'll attempt to obtaincrime scene photos

from my usual source.

Well, in the meantime,

let's do some diggingon our dead men.

I suggest we startwith the young inventor.

Speak to his widow.

See if anyone had a grudge.

You both look very happy.

How long were you married,Mrs. Baker?

Six months.

And it's Betty.

Your husband was an avid reader.

He had every bookon engineering imaginable.

They were his pride and joy.

Mrs. Baker...

Betty.

Can you think of anyone who hada grudge against your husband?

And take your time.

Uh, Daniel Archer.

He, uh, works at Britannia.

Alfred startedas his apprentice.

He was full of resentment

'cause Britannia wanted to gowith Alfred's design

for their new telephone,not his.

His boss, Mr. Davidson,said he'd be famous.

He called it"an ingenious invention."

And Mr. Archerwasn't happy.

My husband believed he tried

to steal his plansfor the new telephone.

And what made him think that?

He hid them.

Under the floorboardin his office.

As insurance, he said,

on account of it beingsuch a competitive industry.

Then, one day, last month,

he found Mr. Archerin his office

looking shifty, my husband said.

When he'd gone,Alfred said the rug

that covered the floorboardhad been disturbed.

How would Mr. Archer have known

where your husbandhid his plans?

Well, Alfred couldn'twork it out.

Mr. Davidson would neverhave told anyone.

He was as worried as Alfred

about keeping the new designa secret.

And where are the plans now?

Alfred moved them.

He didn't tell me where.

But he was certainMr. Archer was after them.

So, you're workingon your own design

for Britannia's new telephone,Mr. Archer.

Hm, it will bea great improvement,

most notably in terms

of sound qualityand reliability.

I understandthat Alfred Baker

had designed a new telephone,as well.

They're calling itthe Upright.

Woeful name.

Well, whatever it wasto be called,

the design was applauded

by the powers-that-behere at Britannia.

Alfred Baker was onceyour apprentice, was he not?

And I taught him well.

Hm.

But to have your juniorsurpass you...

Must have beendifficult.

Competition can be a good thing.

Mm, da Vinci and Michelangelo.

Uh, Ingres and Delacroix.

Well, Mr. Bracewellsaid his designs

were going to changethe world.

But now he and his telephoneare gone,

so the road is clear for you,Mr. Archer.

Mm.

I have work to do.

Can you tell us where you wereon the day of the explosion?

Here, workingon my design.

Hm, did anyone else see you?

You are notthe police,

and I'm not obligedto talk to you.

And would you pleasestop touching my things?!

Well, we now knowhe has a temper.

First rule of beinga private investigator--

deliberately vex the suspectto test their temperament.

Patrick,

I think I canjust about take you

advising meon my business skills,

but do not presumeto lecture me on deduction.

There's an article in here

about Britannia'scurrent telephone.

Apparently, there arethree main issues:

cost, sound quality,and a tendency to short-circuit.

No wonder Bracewell wasso desperate for a new model.

Clarence did some digging

on Bracewell's partner,George Davidson.

And?

He has no family,no close relations,

no financial issuesor known grudges.

Well, apart from the one

held by his business partner,Joseph Bracewell.

Forget the client.

We need to concentrateon Daniel Archer.

He has a clear motive,he wanted to remove his rival.

And he has no alibi--he should be our prime suspect.

Delivery from your friendat the Met.

Thank you.

Hm, these are good.

They're very good.

The crime scene?Yeah.

How peculiar.

What?

That looks like the scorch markfrom where

the gas was ignited.

So?

Well, if, as the police suspect,it was Davidson's pipe

that ignited the gas,

why is the scorch markon the opposite side

of the room from the bodies?

Hurry up, you useless vermin!

We haven't got all day!

Good morning, Detective Phelps.

Yeah, it was,before you turned up.

We wonderedif the Britannia explosion

had been assessed yetby your fire expert.

They're now stuck with a factoryblaze in bloody St. Albans.

Get a move on!

Dare I say it,Detective Phelps,

you seema little overstretched.

That's one word for it.

Let us lighten your load.

We can helpwith the Britannia case.

I don't need your help.

And let you takeall the credit.

Ten minutes at the crime scene.

That's all you're getting.

Good, aren't I?

Something in this areamust have caused the spark.

Someone has cut the insulationoff these wires.

Why would they do that?

Prone to short-circuitwhen connected.

It's one of the known faultsof the Britannia telephone.

That's what ignited the gas,Patrick.

It wasn't Davidson's pipe.

It was a phone call.

Which means whoever madethat call is our murderer.

2,512 telephones in operationin London.

How do you knowthese things?

I do research, Patrick--you should try it sometime.

The question is:from which telephone

was the fatal call made?

I understand the telephoneexchange log all call details,

so customers canbe charged accordingly.

So they might be ableto help us narrow it down.

It's worth a try.Mm.

Provided we can persuade themto show us their call log.

I suspect all calls

are treated confidentially,and we don't have a warrant.

Inspector Bates, Scotland Yard,at your service, madam.

Are there any other officersavailable?

Inspector Bates hasan excellent track record.

Well, he definitely works bestalone.

So, while he visitsthe exchange,

I'll continue my researchinto the telephone.Mm.

See if I can gleanany further insight

into Alfred Baker'snew design.

What?

I much prefer itwhen you're not sulking.

I don't sulk-- I brood.

I know we've been at oddsover the hiring of staff,

but you've not been yourselflately.

Is it the inspector?

The fact that he's gone?

Inspector Bates is waiting.

Yes, madam.

Can I help you? Of course.

Good afternoon,which number do you require?

Certainly, sir--please hold.

Mr. Underwood?

Yes?

Inspector Bates,Scotland Yard.

How do you do, Inspector?

This is quite the operationyou got here.

Never seen one of thosebefore.

Uh, they allow meto listen in.

Ensure that my operatorsare performing at their best.Hm.

How may I help you,Inspector?

I'm investigatingthe Britannia murders.

You read about them?

I have--terrible business.

We need to identify the sourceof a particular telephone call,

so I'd be gratefulto look at your call log

for the day in question,the 21st of September.

Yes, Inspector, one moment,I'll just fetch the logbook.

One moment.

Sorry, Inspector.

It just occurred to me,I, uh...

Well, I should really seeyour warrant first.

My warrant?

As you can appreciate,all our calls are confidential.

It's more than my job's worth,uh, to break protocol.

Unless, of course,you have a warrant.

All right, fine, I'm notan inspector from Scotland Yard.

But if you allow meto see the call log,

I'll make it worth your while.

If you're not a policeman,then what the hell are you?

I am a private detective.

A what?

And don't even thinkabout coming back again!

You're lucky I'm notreporting you to the police!

A copy of Alfred Baker'scontract with Britannia.

Oh, um...

Oh, shall I...Uh, yes.

Yep, got it, got it.

Thank you.

Have you read this, Clarence?Yeah, briefly.

George Davidsonand Joseph Bracewell

were each going to receive45% of the profits

from this new telephone.

While Mr. Baker,the genius that invented it,

just got ten percent.

Uh, my contactat Britannia

insisted on a bottleof Lynch-Bages '64

in exchange for that contract,

so, I, I will, of course,be charging that to the company?

Oh, just charge itto Mr. Nash.

"Upon death,

"an individual's shareof profits

will be distributed equallyamong surviving parties."

You know what this means?

No doubt I will end up payingfor that bottle of wine myself.

No, it meansthat Joseph Bracewell is now

entitled to all the profitsfrom Alfred Baker's telephone.

Oh, I'm...

I'm sorry to disturb you,Miss Scarlet.

What is it, Betty?

I came back from visitingAlfred's mother.

Poor woman's in such a state.

And as I walked in, I heardsomeone going out the back door.

Terrified, I was.

But when I went to check,whoever it was had already gone.

I did contact the police,but...

They still haven't come.

They're a little overstretchedat the moment,

but you did the right thingcoming to me.

And are you surethat nothing's missing?

Nothing that I can see.

They didn't touchmy jewelry case.

Not that I've got much.

Have you rearrangedthese at all?

That was Alfred's favorite setof books.

Where's volume two?

It wasdefinitely there before.

Inspector Bates,I presume?

I hear Inspector Bateswas thwarted,

so you resorted to plan B.Mm.

I went through all my filestwice

to see if I knew anyone elsewho worked here.

So I hear-- you left the officein quite a mess.

Clarence was not happy.

So you found someone.

Mm, the night shift manager,an Elmer Goodheart.

Not that there's anythinggood about him.

A few years back,I put him away for fraud.

His shift starts at 8:00.

And Clarence saidMiss Baker had a break-in.

What was taken?

The only thing missingwas a book.

"Inventions That Changedthe World," volume two.

And that's it?

Yes.

But I have a theory.

Oh, good.

I like when you say that.

It makes me feel warm inside.

Have you finished?

Yes.

I think the book containedthe plans

for Alfred'snew telephone design.

The ones thatDaniel Archer was after.

Well, there he is.

Elmer Goodheart.

Sure he's goingto be delighted to see me.

That's the supervisorI spoke to, Mr. Underwood.

Mr. Underwood.Hi, Charles--thank you.

He's only a manager, and yethe can afford his own carriage?

Striking, isn't it?

It certainly is.

The 21st of September.

Appreciate your assistance,Mr. Goodheart.

Handwriting is incrediblyneat.Mm.

The explosion happenedat 36 minutes past two.

Here.

A call was made to theBritannia engineering workshop

from the...

Britannia Telephone Company.

Office of J. Bracewell.

Damn it.

On no account can we speakto Mr. Bracewell about this.

Of course,we speak to him, Patrick.

He's our prime suspect.

He's also a client,and a well-paying one at that.

No.

We keep our sightson Daniel Archer.

Joseph Bracewell benefitsfinancially from the two deaths.

He's admitted to beingin his office

with his telephoneat the time of the explosion.

And both you and I agree thatwhoever made that phone call

was almost certainlythe murderer.

If we accuse Bracewellof murder,

he will fire usand we'll lose our fee.

But we'll be doing our jobs.

No, your job is to do

what's best for my business,and I'm ordering you

to say nothingto Bracewell.

Ordering me?!

Yes! We stay on Archer!

It's laughable.

He constantly corrects meand tells me how to behave,

and yet what he's doingis completely immoral.

I've never met anyoneso bloody-minded and pigheaded.

And before you say anything, no,I'm not either of those things,

so, I'll thank you tokeep your opinions to yourself.

I didn't say anything.

You didn't have to.

Inspector Wellingtonwrote to me again.

He wants to knowif you're upset with him.

Why is he asking you?

Well, he tried asking you,and got no response.

Lizzie, no matter what you say,I know that you're angry.

When you were a little girl...

I do not need a story

from my childhoodcleverly designed to teach me

a life lesson as an adult.

You have no ideawhat the story was going to be.

It was going to beabout the dog, wasn't it?

Fine.

You know so much, you cansort things out for yourself.

Nothing to sort out.

Inspector Wellington has left,and when he returns,

we shall talk,and in the meantime,

I have no intentionof replying to his letters.

Because you're angrywith him.

Fine!

I am angry!

He shouldn't have left!

He should have stayedand we could have...

Could have what?

I don't know.

And there's your answer.

What is?

The reason why he left.

He went away for your sake,as well as his,

so you both could have had timeto work out

what it is you really want.

He's a good man, Lizzie.

He doesn't deserve youignoring him like this.

Oh, so all the faultlies with me, does it?

Thank you for your loyalty.

Lizzie...I've fed up with you,

Patrick Nash, and everyone elsepointing out my faults,

and telling me how to behavethat I,

as thoughI'm completely incapable

of making my own decisions!

Of course, Mr. Bracewell.

Mr. Bracewell will see you now.

Do you often accuse your clientof murder?

I'm not accusing you,Mr. Bracewell.

I'm just lookingat the evidence,

and it is compelling.

You stood to gain all profitsfrom the new telephone

on the death of Mr. Davidsonand Mr. Baker.

Well, I'm the bearerof bad news.

Because if that call camefrom this telephone,

then it couldn't have been mewho made it.

Because I was in Ealing.

Ealing?

It was at theUnited Telephone Company.

I've been involved in secretnegotiations to buy them out.

Then why not tell myselfand Mr. Nash that

in the first place?

Because it'sa highly competitive industry,

and I didn't wantto harm the deal.

It's not yet been sealed.

Perhaps you couldalso explain

how I can profitfrom a telephone

that no longer exists.

Mr. Baker made a copyof his plans,

which I'm sureyou well know.

I did not know.

Here's how this isgoing to work, Miss Scarlet.

You will bring meAlfred Baker's plans

immediately.

If you do not,

I will let Mr. Nash knowI'm firing his agency.

Where have you been?

Ealing.

Well, while you've beengone,

we received this telegramfrom Mr. Bracewell.

He advises, albeit politely,

that we're fired.

How dare you disregardmy instructions.

You gave me no choice.

I was doing my job.

Your job is to build thisbusiness, not lose us clients.

What the hellis in Ealing, anyway?

Um, well, I was checkingon Mr. Bracewell's new alibi.

And?

It stands up.

Where are you going?

To try and persuade Bracewellto reconsider.

If you are to run this agency,you must first and foremost

be a businesswoman.

And I'll not bereturning to Paris

until you convince meyou understand this.

Oh, Mr. Nash...

Mr. Nash!

Miss Scarlet.

Not now, Clarence.

I have just had wordfrom my source at the bank.

He informs me thatDaniel Archer has been making

regular cash withdrawalsover the last six months.

I said not now,Clarence.

Yes, but justone more thing.

Mr. Archer took outa large sum of cash

from his bank accountnot one hour ago.

Pleasure doing businesswith you.

What on Earth...?

I found this in your drawer,Mr. Archer.

It's Alfred Baker'sfavorite book, I gather.

And one which was stolenfrom his bookcase.

As I suspected,

this is where Alfredhid the plans

for his new telephone.

You want to makeAlfred Baker's design

and pass it off as your own.

Alfred could never havedesigned that telephone

without my tutelage, so...

Why should it be thathe gets all the credit?

I just witnessed yougiving Mr. Underwood something.

Money, I suspect.

Show me the contentsof that envelope he gave you,

and perhaps I won't report youto the police.

This is Pitman shorthand.

My father made me study it.

It's transcriptsfrom phone calls.

But all involving Alfred Baker

in conversation with his boss,George Davidson.

This is how you knew wherehe hid his plans, isn't it?

And to pass yourself offas the inventor

of his telephone,you needed him dead.

That's not true.

And you have absolutely no proofthat it was me.

Well, the good news is, we'vemanaged to calm Bracewell down.

To do so,

I had to paint you as,well...

Let me guess--insubordinate.

On second thought,it's perhaps best I do not

share with you the exact wordsI used to describe you.

You were right.

Of course, I was.

About what?

Daniel Archer.

Now we just have to provethat he's the murderer.

I thought I told you to leave.

And now I seeyou've brought your wife.

I'm not his wife.

We know you're being paid

by people like Archerto transcribe the conversations

of private telephone calls.

A call was madeto the Britannia workshop

on the 21st of September.

It caused the explosionthere.

Did Daniel Archermake that call?

Um, I don't know.

Look, I don't know anything,I swear it.

Do these belong to you?

Yes, but they're just timesheets

for the girls.

It's not the contentsthat interest me,

Mr. Underwood,but rather the,

the neatness ofthe handwriting.

We'd like to takeanother look at the logbook

for the 21st of September.

The other days are variedwith different handwriting.

Various operators, I assume.

The day of the murder has beenfilled entirely by one person.

You, Mr. Underwood.

Why?

I was told to.

When this blackmail letter

was delivered to me

on the night of that explosion,

threatening to expose me.

It's ordering youto amend the details of the call

made to the Britannia workshop

to say that it camefrom Joseph Bracewell's office.

In order to do that,

I had to replace the whole pagein the logbook

and fill inthe entire day myself.

So where did the callreally come from?

From a public telephonein Farringdon.

Whoever wrote that blackmailnote must be our murderer.

They clearly knewabout his sideline.

Maybe it's someonewho works here.

My thoughts exactly.

I'll go back in andcompare the handwriting

of the blackmail letteragainst the call log.

While you do that,I'll go to Farringdon.

With any luck, whoever runs

the public phones therewill keep records.

"A talented detectivewith the utmost integrity."

What?

They were the words I usedto describe you to Bracewell.

We don't keep recordsof calls made.

How often isthis telephone used?

Not much.

People around here,

they don't reallyunderstand it.

Hm.

You had a customer herethree days ago, on the 21st.

Early afternoon?

Mm-- do you rememberthe person?

Absolutely.

Got you.

B.L.

It's the same handwritingas the blackmail letter.

B.L.

Elizabeth Landing.

She was an operator hereuntil about six months ago.

Left to get married.

Ooh.

Are you suggestingthat she was the one

that wrote me the letter?

Almost certainly.

Who is she?

Her fiancé workedat Britannia.

Why has she signed her nameB and not E?

Because she called herselfBetty.

You wanted Davidsonand Bracewell dead.

But Alfred,that was an accident,

wasn't it?

Alfred was never meantto be at that meeting.

But his boss must havecalled him in last minute.

I had no idea.

You stole the keys

to Alfred's workshop,

you primed the telephoneto spark,

punctured the gas pipe,and left.

Knowing thatby the afternoon,

when Bracewelland Davidson came

for their meeting,the workshop would be a bomb,

ready to explode.

And then you made the call.

Ten percent!

That's all they gave him.

Ten percent for all the timeand all the work he put in.

I just wanted Alfredto have what he deserved.

It was so unfair.

Do what you want with me.

My life's over now, anyway.

I killed my husband.

My own beloved husband.

I said get in there,you toe-rag!

Get in there!

You bloody idiot!

I don't think I can do this.

We gave Phelps our word.

If we give Phelps the credit,it could seal his promotion.

Is that really what we want,to be dealing with him?

It'll be you dealing with him.

So you need to give him the win.

Detective Phelps.

Miss Scarlet.

Have you got somethingfor me?

The evidence is all in here.

And just remind me

who solved this case.

You did, Detective Phelps.

And did I get any help?

At all?

No, Detective Phelps.

That's the right answer.

What's going on?

Oh, I contactedthe applicants you favored.

They're here forthe interview.

Well, where are you going?

They'll be working for you.

You should be the oneto choose your staff.

Let's just call ita show of faith.

Thank you, Patrick.

Oh.

I had that installed.

I thought it mightbe helpful.

What, to keep checks on mewhen you return to Paris?

Why must you alwaysthink the worst of me?

I am simply a man atthe forefront of innovation.

Well, it's no matter.

The technology isstill far off being able

to place a call overseas.

But as a man atthe forefront of innovation,

you, of course, knew that.

Of course, I did.

What are you doing?

Helping.

So...

Are you still angrywith me?

Are you still angrywith me?

I asked first.

Oh, sorry.

I shouldn't have gonebehind your back like that.

I just thought

I was doing the right thing.

I know, and I understandwhy you did it.

And you're right.

This, Inspector Wellingtonleaving

has caused me some... upset.

And you miss him.

I'm only saying thisbecause I love you,

but I think replying to himwould make you feel better.

And I think you're right.

Oh, you're always right.

I keep saying that to Barnabus,but will he listen?

Ivy, I hate cauliflower.

You'll eat what I cook for you,young lady.

Good evening.

My name is Miss Scarlet.

I believe you are...

An associate of my father's.

He said there'd be food.

Yes, I cooked a smoked hamthis afternoon.

I'll cut you a slice.

Dear William,

I'm happy to hearthings are going well

for you in New York.

It's beenan interesting week here.

But, on balance, a good one.

Mr. Nash is wantedin connection with a murder.

I have a warrant for his arrest.

He was looking for someone

right before they were killed,

and then he disappeared.

Leave this alone.

How can Iwhen you fled a murder scene?

I don't have time to explain.

What have you done, Patrick?

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