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Sir. 50 cents on William Murdoch!

Oh, George. I'm afraid your money
would be better spent elsewhere.

I'm competing against professionals.

Well sir, I thought about
that and I brought you this.

It's a caffeine drink so it
should level the playing field.

The strength of a bull
in a bottle, there, sir.

That's alright, George.

I've created my own advantage.

Sprockets.

- Sprockets, sir?
- Yes, yes.

They allow me to change gears.

Offsetting pedaling resistance

against a gradient in the course.

Sir, I hate to be the bearer of bad news.

I've just read about this very
innovation in Cyclers News.

Indeed, indeed. The difference
however is I've created

this system of rods...

allowing me to change gears...

without dismounting.

- Sir, that's brilliant.
- Yes. Yes.

Oh my.

Sir, are you quite sure?

It's all in good fun, George.

Sir, that's 'American Sprint'
runner up, Marshall 'Major' Taylor.

And that's 'Able' Archie Milner, sir.

Be wary of him, he's got lively elbows.

And sir, that's American Sprint champion

'Jumpin' Joe Fenton.

And there's world renowned trainer,

Chippy Blackburn.

I wonder what magical potion

he's concocted for them this time.

All tuned up? Good luck.

(Man): Wheelmen...

take your positions! Right then, sir,

best of luck!

Hello.

(Man): 5... 4...

3... 2... 1...

(gunshot)

Go, sir, go!

We're close enough to
feel the whip of the wind

- as they pass, Bobby.
- Detective Murdoch will win,

- right Father?
- I suppose anything's possible.

- Hello Bobby. Inspector.
- Dr. Grace.

Here to get a better look
at the young bucks are we?

Well, they do cut a fine figure.

Murdoch! Murdoch! Murdoch!

What happened to Jumpin Joe Fenton?

He's going to be run over!

Bollocks. Stop!

Stop!

Sir?

Doctor.

Looks like I bet on the wrong rider.

Myocardial infarction seems
a probable course of death.

But the race was in early stages,

hardly long enough to have
strained his heart sufficiently.

But sir, you were quite winded.

Although you're a bit older I suppose.

I don't mean you're old...

per se, sir...

George, that beverage of
yours you said would 'level

- the playing field'...
- Sir, it's a poorly kept secret

that professional
wheelmen will do anything,

they'll eat or drink anything
to make them go faster.

Cyclers News did a
fascinating exposé on it.

George, the bottle Mr. Fenton's
trainer gave him before the race?

Almost certainly some combination
of caffeine and cocaine,

and perhaps strychnine. I would
never give you strychnine, sir.

Strychnine can have nasty side effects.

A strong dose could have
triggered a heart attack.

I'll check Mr. Fenton's
stomach for such stimulants.

Thank you, Dr. Grace.

George...

may I see that bottle of yours?

Sir, the bottle I...

well, I didn't want it
going to waste, you see.

So... and I must say, I feel something,

I feel energy. I feel as if I could fly.

Right. That's enough! The sponsor
said he'd reschedule the race.

You'll both get a crack at the
prize money at a later date.

I was set to win this race!

Nonsense! I would have overtaken
you had this softy not stepped in.

Softy, am I?

Listen to me, sunshine.
It's fortunate for you

that I don't want my son
witnessing two deaths in one day.

Joe Fenton was a cheater,

- he got what he had coming.
- Go on.

Well, it's not the first
time one of Chippy Blackburn's

wheelmen have died on the course,

this makes three.

I'm glad I left his charge when I did.

♪

Mr. Blackburn.

Everybody calls me Chippy.

Detective Murdoch, Inspector Brackenreid.

Toronto Constabulary.

- The fellow with the gears.
- We believe Mr. Fenton

died of a heart attack,
possibly due to over stimulation.

What was in that small bottle
you gave him just before the race?

A trainer never reveals his secrets.

Especially not to the competition.

Despite my attire I assure you

I am here on behalf of the
police, not the competition.

- Cocaine? Strychnine?
- My potion is nothing more

than a mixture of fruit and herbs.

Room temperature, never give
the stomach something cold

- before a race.
- Potion?

Well, some people say
it has magical qualities.

Who am I to argue?

Why did you rush off after
you found out Mr. Fenton died?

I went back to the club to
telegraph the man's family.

I thought it would be better
coming from me than some copper.

This is the third such telegram
you've had to send, is it not?

Third?

I'm at a loss I'm afraid.

You've had two other deaths
on your watch. What about them?

They got a little too comfortable

with their own success.
The rigors of the circuit

caught up with them eventually.

What exactly did they die of?

Not adhering to my training regimen.

Hardly an accepted cause of death.

Heart attacks.

I'd very much like to see the
bottle that Mr. Fenton drank

from before the race, please.

Joe was like a son to me,

I saved him from a life in the mills.

No one's accusing you of
anything, Mr. Blackburn.

Not yet, Chippy.

You will remember, I do
better with my best rider

than without.

He's bloody well got something
to do with it, Murdoch.

I don't know what Chippy puts in his
potions. I just throw 'em back and pedal.

Have you ever found these
potions make you feel...

overly talkative? Or excitable even?

It's a race. There's no talking.

Don't you care to know
what you've been drinking?

Not as long as we're winning.

But now you've finished behind Mr. Fenton

- the last several races.
- Well, I guess...

that won't be happening anymore.

Mr. Milner...

Fenton and I shared a gentleman's rivalry,

but I'm sorry to lose him.

And Chippy pays us the
same win or lose anyhow.

Chippy says it's time for calisthenics.

We don't do calisthenics on race days.

It wasn't a complete race he says.

Excuse me. You're in
Chippy's charge as well?

Yes. Warren Padgett.

Why were you not racing?

I suffered a head injury ways back.

The dizziness lingered,
kept me off the bicycle.

Now I'm up to snuff and ready
whenever Chippy needs me.

Was there anything unusual as
to how you sustained this injury?

No.

- Did it occur during a race?
- No. Archie.

- Chippy's waiting.
- Tell 'em what happened, Padg.

It's not of consequence.

I'm afraid it may be.

Padg was rubbernecking at a girl,
until he wheeled head on with a horse.

My head struck the horse in the mouth.

Equines have very strong teeth.

(chuckles)

Have you ever collapsed after drinking
one of Mr. Blackburn's potions?

No. But that's only because I
refused to take Chippy's potions.

- Why did you refuse?
- Because he wouldn't tell me what was in it.

I'm not dying for a race.

Bought myself out of that contract
and I'm still paying it off.

So, you owe Mr. Blackburn money then?

Chippy finds us when we're young

and desperate. First signature I ever made

was on that contract.

So then Mr. Taylor you
can't personally attest

to the contents of Mr. Blackburn's potion.

Not directly. But it's
said to give quite a jolt.

Obviously too much for 'Jumpin' Joe.

I'm puzzled, the arteries
appear to be fine.

- Did it endure the water test?
- Positively.

Whatever killed this
man, it wasn't his heart.

But isn't it always the last thing you find

- that offers the answer?
- Quite true.

- Why do you suppose that is?
- Likely the same reason

that toast always lands buttered side down.

I do appreciate your
second opinion, Dr. Ogden.

It comforts me to know the
morgue is in such good hands.

Would you care to assist with the remainder

- of the post-mortem?
- I would,

but I must meet with a real estate broker

about the sale of Darcy's house.

Julia.

- William.
- Dr. Grace.

I was just on my way to meet the broker.

Remember not to take the first offer.

I read in the gazette that we're
currently enjoying a sellers' market.

Dr. Grace.

- Detective.
- Dr. Ogden.

Dr. Grace,

- have we a cause of death?
- I'm afraid not.

Nor could I find any evidence
of stimulants in his stomach.

But it is always the last thing you find

that offers the answer.

Maybe the lad just up
and died and that's that?

We have no cause of death and
no suggestion of wrong doing.

I would be inclined to agree
with you, sir. But I tested

the bottle that Mr. Blackburn
gave us and it's clean.

Too clean.

I didn't even register the
traces of fruits and herbs

that Mr. Blackburn claimed.

Well, is it possible sir that
he swapped the bottles out

- before handing it over?
- I considered that as well,

but Dr. Grace didn't find
any stimulants in Mr. Fenton.

So why swap the bottles if
there was nothing in them

- to begin with?
- Sirs, I wonder if that young lady

that gave Mr. Fenton a kiss
before the race can be of help?

I am... was, Joe Fenton's sweetheart.

Terribly sorry.

I travel with the circuit
promoting women's cycling

for the Selby Sporting Goods Company.

You must be quite knowledgeable.

Miss Barnes, have you anything
that can aid our inquiry

into Mr. Fenton's death?

Yes in fact.

Before a race last month in Boston,

Joe's front wheel bolt was loosened.

He could have been seriously
injured had I not noticed.

- You believe it was intentional?
- I tuned up his bike the day before.

Someone must have tampered
with it in the interim.

And you believe that someone
had it in for Mr. Fenton?

Someone from the circuit.

And who might that be?

All I know is Joe was winning every race,

and success breeds jealousy.

Safe neighbourhood indeed,
you don't even lock your door.

I can ask three thousand for this house.

I expect you'll tidy up
before viewing appointments.

I tidied last I was
here, and locked the door.

How do you mean?

- I believe someone's broken in.
- (door opening)

We better leave.

Who's there?!

Leslie Garland?

I'm sorry there isn't more to offer

but since your brother's passing

- I haven't...
- No, this is fine.

Well, what brings you from Buffalo?

I can't say really,

just wanted to get to
know a new town I suppose.

And what are your plans for Toronto?

There's a diving horse at Hanlan's Point,

that must be quite a sight.

(chuckles) It surely is.

And beyond that?

Maybe take some classes at the University.

- Or find a job?
- You intend to stay then?

Actually...

I was thinking of living here for a while.

In this house.

Hello Detective.

Dr. Grace. What have you?

It's Mr. Fenton's right arm.

A puncture mark.

It was initially masked by
the bruising from the fall.

- What do you make of it?
- Mr. Fenton was injected with something.

What I'm not exactly
sure, but I'll run tests.

Excellent. Whatever it is,

it's likely what killed Mr. Fenton.

Dr. Grace. Have we an explanation

- for the injection mark?
- I believe so.

I retested and found
evidence of methylmorphine.

It's an opiate, commonly known as codeine.

And this killed him?

No, it was only enough to slow him.

But certainly not enough to cause death.

- So we're no closer to an answer then?
- I'm afraid not.

But I'm determined to find one.

I've telephoned Dr. Ogden,

asked her to assist with
the brain sectioning.

Very good.

I've never sectioned a human
brain before. I'm quite enthused.

Somebody was out to slow
Fenton rather than speed him up?

It would appear so. Miss Barnes indicated

that someone on the circuit
was out to get Mr. Fenton.

George, you interviewed
Major Taylor. What of him?

Constable Crabtree!

- Sir!
- Sleep on your own bloody time.

I apologize sirs, I
lost a full night's sleep

to that blasted caffeine drink.

George, couldn't Major Taylor

have given Mr. Fenton the codeine?

I suppose he could have.
Always losing to Mr. Fenton

must have got him eventually I suppose.

There's talk someone tampered with
Fenton's wheels back in Boston.

I check mine every day.

An opiate called codeine was
found in Mr. Fenton's system.

- Do you know of it?
- All kinds of drugs

on the circuit, but never heard of codeine.

Why would he make himself
lethargic before a race?

How did you know it
would make him lethargic

- if you never heard of it?
- He said it was an opiate.

I don't use drugs,

- but I know what they do.
- I don't believe he took it knowingly.

Someone may have injected him
to prevent him from winning.

I hold myself in strict observance

of true sportsmanship, sir.

Yes, but if all your peers
are looking for advantages,

how else will you keep up?

By observing my 'dozen don'ts'.

- Your dozen don'ts?
- Don't get a swelled head,

don't be a bluffer, don't keep late hours,

don't be running around
with people you don't know...

Mr. Taylor. Has Mr.
Blackburn ever attempted

to inject you with anything?

No needles with Chippy.

Just the...

little brown bottle.

Are you aware of any of Mr.
Blackburn's other athletes

becoming lethargic during a race?

Come to think of it,

he lost one of his best athletes that way.

- Slowed by one of Mr. Blackburn's potions?
- No.

Chippy put the blame on him, said
he didn't take care of his stomach.

But that boy could
have slept standing up that night.

Where might we find this wheelman?

He left the circuit about a year ago.

Probably had enough of Chippy.

George, who did the bookmakers have

as the favourite to win the race?

Joe Fenton, sir, our victim. I
actually bet a full dollar on him.

I was rooting for you though, sir.

Perhaps Mr. Blackburn
builds his athletes up

to appear unbeatable,
then gives them codeine

- to prevent them from winning.
- While betting on the field.

Sir, my research revealed a history

of all Chippy Blackburn's top riders

winning several races in a row

just to suddenly lose one.

Yes, but we're ignoring
one critical fact, George.

Mr. Fenton was leading
the race when he collapsed.

It is puzzling, sir.

If the codeine had been injected,

it would have taken hold immediately.

Had it been consumed, it
would have been at least

thirty minutes before it took hold.

Our race was barely twenty minutes in.

So the codeine had to come
from Chippy Blackburn's potion.

- Why else would he swap the bottles?
- Possibly.

Find out what you can from the bookmakers.

- I'll have another talk with Mr. Blackburn.
- Sir.

Careful not to drag the
scalp back too quickly.

It may stretch and be difficult
to replace without deformity.

It's coming off quite cleanly.

What came of your appointment
with the real estate broker?

The most unusual thing happened.

We arrived to find someone living there.

I'll hold the head steady while
you cut through the outer table.

Living in Darcy's house? A derelict?

No. Darcy's younger brother, Leslie.

I thought the Garlands lived in Buffalo.

They do.

Very good, Dr. Grace.

We're almost through.

What's he doing here?

I'm not sure even he knows.

Darcy's death likely had a profound effect.

He seems to be questioning
how best to spend his time.

- Where will he stay?
- In Darcy's house.

How could I say no?

I feel a certain obligation to
the young man and his family.

Of course.

What does Detective
Murdoch feel about it all?

I trust he'll understand.

Would you like to do
the honours, Dr. Ogden?

The honours are yours, Dr. Grace.

Now, let's get that brain out

and have it harden in Muller's fluid.

It'll make for a most
satisfying dissection.

I've lost my appetite for kidney and eggs,

- having eaten it day after day.
- Eat, Archie!

You want your stomach in
first class working order,

don't you?

- Ah...
- Mr. Blackburn.

Detective Murdoch.

I've gotta give you a clever nickname.

I give names to all my
riders. Right here we got

'Able' Archie Milner and over here

Warren 'Paper Legs' Padgett.

Chippy said my legs were pale as paper

first time he saw me in riding shorts.

- It followed me.
- Ha! Ha! Maybe something to do

with that special gear
gadget bicycle of yours, huh?

Mr. Blackburn, I'd like to
speak with you in private.

Detective Gadget!

No, that's not quite it.

Mr. Blackburn, if you please.

I don't hold anything back from my boys!

I am trying to spare you a conversation

you would rather not
have in their presence.

Settle your stomachs,

and then get started on the skipping rope.

The human brain is a curious puzzle.

Let's say the first to find
something gets treated to lunch?

If we find something.

Don't be discouraged, Emily.

Discipline rewards patience.

Julia, I believe you owe me lunch.

It's an aneurysm.

Keen eye, Dr. Grace.

A miliary aneurysm indeed.

But what has that got to
do with the injection mark?

Perhaps whatever he was injected with

- caused the aneurysm?
- Then I will keep looking.

Thank you, Dr. Ogden. I quite enjoyed it.

Oh, and I will book us a window table

at one of Toronto's finest restaurants.

Codeine? Ha! Ha!

It's the last thing I'd
give my boys before a race.

- Why would I do such a thing?
- To prevent them from winning.

After all, you did bet against Mr. Fenton.

Yes. Oof!

That Major Taylor
certainly draws a long bow,

I can't imagine what other tall tales

- he's dreaming up.
- Please don't touch that.

The bookmakers have already confirmed it.

A good chunk of change on
Archie Milner and Major Taylor.

You have no scruples whatsoever,

- do you, Chippy?
- I don't know what you're talking about.

The bookmakers may deem
this grounds to launch

their own investigation, Mr. Blackburn.

Well...

losing the odd race keeps my boys honest.

Why shouldn't I make a little on the side?

I've got expenses: hotels, food...

Funeral costs.

I gave Fenton but a dash of codeine.

At worst he would have
slept well that night.

Now, if you don't mind,

my boys await my guidance at the club.

- (bell ringing)
- I'm glad those were

a passing fancy, sir.
Dreadful looking things.

Process of evolution,
George. Today's bicycles

wouldn't be what it is were
it not for "The Ordinary".

Sir, nowadays, they call
them "penny-farthings".

If you can imagine a penny and a farthing

- next to each other.
- Oh!

What's curious, George, is
how a practical invention

has become a sport in which competitors

will go to great lengths
to outdo one another.

Like yourself and your gears, sir.

That's different, George.
I'm challenging myself.

Well, I wish you'd told me that
before I wagered 50 cents on you, sir.

If we walk just along
this laneway, you'll see

- where I work.
- Julia?

William!

We were on our way to see Dr. Grace.

Yes, she's making great progress.

- (horse whinnying)
- Detective William Murdoch...

Of course.

Detective William Murdoch,
Constable George Crabtree,

this is Leslie Garland. Darcy's brother.

- Pleased to meet you.
- And you.

Very sorry about your brother.

I only hope that you can
find solace in the knowledge

- that we've apprehended the man responsible.
- Thank you.

I appreciate all you did. That
man can't hang soon enough.

Mr. Garland, what's the
occasion for your visit?

It's more than a visit, I'm going
to be living at my brother's house.

The broker suggested

that I postpone the sale of the
house until the market steadies.

In the meantime, Leslie will
water the gardens and such.

Oh!

- Welcome to Toronto, Mr. Garland.
- I hope to see you soon, Detective.

Gentlemen, we have a cause of death:

brain aneurysm leading
to cerebral hemorrhage.

- A natural death after all.
- Not necessarily,

we still have no explanation
for the injection mark.

Perhaps we do.

The aneurysm prompted me
to investigate further.

I discovered thrombosis
in both of his legs,

the result of blood agglutination.

Blood agglutination? Any idea of the cause?

Yes, I believe an injection
of blood killed Mr. Fenton.

Blood transfusion?

That's a bloody dangerous
business, Murdoch. Ha! Ha!

Very good, sir. And for
no conceivable reason.

- He was otherwise healthy.
- Well, I think it's time

- to say hello to Mr. Chips again.
- I agree.

I believe Mr. Blackburn knows
more about the injection mark

than he let on.

- Shall we, George?
- Sir.

(knocking on door) Mr. Blackburn, open up!

Sir?

Looks like his safe has been emptied.

I don't think it's a safe, George.

It's a makeshift icebox.

Sir...

dried blood.

Mr. Blackburn not only knew
of Mr. Fenton's injection,

but he had a hand in it.

(horse whinnying)

(indistinct talking)

Sir, that's Warren Padgett.

Come on, come on, get a move on!

Mr. Blackburn!

We'd like to have a
look inside those chests.

Well, this is just
equipment I'm sending out

to the next stop of the circuit,
Montreal! The show must go on.

We'll have a look just the same.

You see?

And the other one, George.

It was your blood injections
that killed Joe Fenton!

I draw blood from my
riders well before the race.

Then I train them hard with less blood

and therefore reduced oxygen flow.

Then before the race, I
inject their own blood back in,

and they experience an
increase in endurance.

- Interesting theory.
- It's more than a theory,

- it was working!
- Until now.

Perhaps. I don't know what
went wrong with Fenton.

I injected Milner at the same
time, and he's fit as a fiddle.

- How many times have you done this?
- Several.

You know, as regrettable as I find it,

I refuse to take any
responsibility for Fenton's death.

I have a signed agreement with my riders

that I can use whatever

training methods I see fit.

- Who else knows of this method?
- Just me and my boys.

I wouldn't want the competition using it.

Oh, I doubt you'd find many eager to adopt.

Oh, you'd be surprised.

One day, someone's gonna perfect it,

and then they'll get all the credit.

- (Milner): Sounds like a great idea.
- (woman giggling)

Sir, isn't that Joe Fenton's sweetheart?

- Yes, George.
- Hardly seems to be in deep mourning.

Indeed. Oh, Mr. Milner!

You and Miss Barnes appear quite close,

yet you didn't tell her of
Mr. Blackburn's new method.

Miss Barnes is a wheelman too.

We have a professional
camaraderie, nothing more.

Did you witness Mr. Blackburn

injecting Mr. Fenton before the race?

Yes, I was right beside him
having just been injected myself.

Was anyone else present?

Only me, Fenton and Chippy.

And how did you feel
as the race progressed?

You saw me, I would have won
if that copper didn't stop it.

And you've felt fine since?

Well, I'm ready to race tomorrow. Are you?

- I won't be participating in tomorrow's race.
- There's no shame in that.

An amateur can't be expected to
compete against professionals.

I'm preoccupied

trying to resolve the
death of your teammate, sir.

I don't quite know myself what
Leslie's plans are for Toronto.

I suppose he's going to
take things as they come.

And his parents approve of this?

He is 22, William.

And I didn't seek you out
to talk about Leslie Garland.

Right. Terribly sorry.

What is it, Julia?

Dr. Grace has kept me abreast of the case.

I understand that the
trainer injected both riders

- with their own blood?
- Yes, one died immediately,

and the other is poised to win
a race tomorrow. Any thoughts?

Well, we do know someone who's
very knowledgeable in hematology.

Lucas Harwick.

He was trying to perfect blood transfusions

to treat hemophilia.

He may be able to enlighten us.

If he's willing.

A peer of mine, Dr. Karl Landsteiner,

recently published these findings.

Landsteiner discovered there are
three different human blood types.

He named them A, B, and C.

Even for an Austrian,
that's hardly imaginative.

If blood types are mixed,

it causes agglutination, and likely death.

Sometimes...

not always. It's more
complicated than that.

Landsteiner's being hailed as a genius.

If not for being locked up in prison,

I would have arrived at the
same discovery even sooner.

Dr. Harwick, I'm sure Dr. Landsteiner

did so without breaking the law.

Laws can sometimes be an
impediment to progress.

How would Dr. Grace go about

testing our victim's
blood to identify its type?

What you're setting out to do...

is advanced work.

I'm as capable as any other doctor,

male or female.

Only if you share your findings.

As you can see,

I don't have the luxury of
carrying out case studies.

Those are my writings.

An improvement on Landsteiner's
method, I dare say.

♪

- (Murdoch): Good evening, Dr. Grace!
- (Brackenreid): Doctor.

Dr. Harwick was right,
this is very complicated.

I've prepared this chart
to help explain everything.

I've determined Joe
Fenton had type A blood.

If he had been injected with type A or C,

he would have been fine. Only
type B could have killed him.

So, Joe Fenton was injected
with someone else's type B blood?

- That's right, Detective.
- Very good work, Doctor.

We now have a murder weapon,

we just need to find
out who it belonged to.

If we can determine which
of those who had access...

Lisette Barnes and Major Taylor

had motive enough to warrant being tested.

Well, let's round up the lot of 'em,

find out who's got the bad kind of blood.

Sir, type B blood isn't necessarily bad.

- It's just incompatible with...
- The bugger's dead, isn't he?

Type B sounds pretty bloody awful to me.

Only take the bare minimum!

Archie's got a race to win later.

- I wouldn't bet on it, Chippy.
- I'll take as much as I need

and not a drop less.

Huh?

I brought it from the club.

You know what these
can do to your stomach?!

Sir, if one of them was guilty

you'd think they'd show some concern.

Miss Barnes is yet to arrive.

Sir, regarding Leslie Garland.

- I made some inquiries.
- Yes?

He was expelled from Cornell
University with minor charges pending.

Nothing serious, just campus fisticuffs.

(Higgins): Found her, sir.

- What's this about?
- It's part of our investigation.

Are you saying I'm a suspect?

Miss Barnes, a small sample of your blood

could aid us in resolving
Mr. Fenton's death.

Fine.

Chippy Blackburn is type C.

Major Taylor is type A.

Warren Padgett, type C.

Lisette Barnes is also type A.

It can't be her either.

But Archie Milner

is type B.

The only one of the group.

Between wanting to beat Fenton

and a dalliance with his sweetheart,
Milner had opportunity and motive.

And the murder weapon
coursing through his veins.

I don't know anything
about blood and needles.

Chippy does all that.

You're the only one
that could have done it.

The blood is a match, and you had motive.

Motive? Fenton was a close friend.

As close as you and Lisette Barnes?

Lisette and I are in love, I admit.

But we were planning
to tell Fenton as much.

How bloody noble of you.

And I suppose you were happy
losing to him every race?

Of course I want to win,
but to kill him over it?

The Boston Daily Chronicle from last month

lists you as an entrant in a race there.

- That's right.
- Someone from the circuit

loosened Mr. Fenton's front wheel bolt

prior to the race, in an attempt to injure.

My bicycle was sabotaged in Boston too.

Someone punctured my tire.

- Can anyone corroborate that?
- Yes,

the Boston Daily Chronicle
of the following day.

You'll see that I was
forced out of the race.

Be that as it may, as I said before,

you are the only one
that could have done it.

You murdered Fenton with your blood!

I don't know what you're saying!

How do you murder someone with blood?!

Chippy injected us both.

You switched your blood canister
with his before the injection!

I did no such thing.

Sir...

Mr. Milner, you may go.

Murdoch, he was about to give.

It's impossible, sir. If
Mr. Milner had switched

the blood canisters, he would
have suffered the same fate.

Mr. Milner is type B blood,

his body cannot accept
Mr. Fenton's type A blood.

A switch would have meant two bodies.

So where does that leave us?

There must be something
we aren't seeing, sir.

A missing element.

What if Milner drew a blood
canister of his own, without Chippy,

and swapped that in for Fenton's?

I considered that, sir.
Drawing a second canister

of blood would have left him
too depleted for the race.

Defeats the very purpose.

Well...

they're all off to the next stop
on the circuit after the race.

Inspector. Sir, Dr. Grace
would like to see you.

She's continued her work
since Mr. Milner was let go.

- Dr. Grace has discovered that...
- George, shouldn't you allow me?

- Sorry.
- I took it upon myself to do further testing,

and I came upon a fourth,
yet undiscovered blood type

that not even Dr. Landsteiner was aware of.

It contains properties
of both A and B blood.

I'm calling it "type AB".

(sigh of disbelief)

Very impressive, Dr. Grace!

Though I might suggest you
find a simpler name for it,

like type D blood.

A, B, C, D. Does have a
nice ring to it, Dr. Grace.

Just a suggestion.

- Does it has bearing on our case?
- Yes. If you are of type D blood,

you can receive type A, B, C...

and D.

It accepts them all.

I retested everyone's blood
and found that Archie Milner

is of type D, not type B.

Which means Archie
Milner could have switched

his blood canister with Joe
Fenton and been perfectly fine?

Yes, but he could not
possibly have known that.

So Archie Milner's blood

did kill Joe Fenton,

but I don't believe Archie Milner did this.

- It had to be Chippy.
- Mr. Blackburn could have switched the canisters.

But then... Milner and
Fenton are his two top riders,

why destroy your source of income?

Who would want to eliminate both men?

I discovered thrombosis
in both of his legs,

the result of blood agglutination.

Only type B could have killed him.

(Brackenreid): Who's got
the bad kind of blood?

(Murdoch): So Joe Fenton was injected

with someone else's type B blood?

Warren Padgett, Chippy Blackburn,

and Archie Milner all had access.

(Dr. Grace): If blood types are mixed,

it causes agglutination and likely death.

Who would want to eliminate both men?

♪

(indistinct chattering)

Mr. Padgett!

Police! Out of my way!

Padgett, stop! Police!

Ugh! Oh!

Ugh!

You...

are under... arrest.

And here I thought cycling
could be good for one's health.

Padgett assumed he'd get back into racing,

but Chippy continued to
favour Fenton and Milner.

Eliminating them was the
only chance he thought.

He felt his career slipping away.

(Julia sighs.) I wonder

if Mr. Milner appreciates how
fortunate he was to be unharmed

by the switch. Detective Murdoch!

I have a couple of openings.

How would you and your gadget bicycle like

- to join me on the circuit?
- I'm quite content here.

I can promise you riches
and notoriety beyond

what the constabulary has to offer.

(Julia laughs.)

No, thank you. However I do hope

you'll reconsider your training methods.

A perfect stomach, that is the key.

(Chippy laughs.)

Julia, it would seem

Leslie Garland left behind
somewhat of a reputation.

- How so?
- An altercation

at Cornell University
resulted in expulsion.

You checked up on him, William?

Well, if the young
man's to be in your care,

it's best we know whom we are dealing with.

William, I believe you're jealous.

I am not jealous.

He's a little bit young
for me, don't you think?

I don't believe your beauty could be lost

on anyone of any age, Julia.

Fine answer, William.

But he's definitely too young for you.

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