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Where are you going?

The bank to ask for a loan.

And I will not take no for an answer.

No.

You grassed me up to Duke!

I will not discuss who did this, sir.

What you want?

Show him how to box.

Last Wednesday of each month,

we dine, and the last Wednesday of each month,

I have to remind you.

Well, do you mind if we rearranged?

Yes.

Madame, sir, may I take your name please?

Dr. and Mrs. Evans.

May I get you something to drink?

I'll take a glass of the Burgundy '78,

and my wife will have a dry sherry.

Very good.

If we were genuinely married, I'd order for myself.

If we were genuinely married I'd be drinking whisky.

So, what are we looking for?

Apart from "suspicious activity,"

which I must say was a little vague of you.

Well, there's been a number of crimes linked with this

restaurant, street thefts nearby,

break-ins at customers' houses whilst they've been dining here.

Something going on, I'm just not quite sure what.

We may have to play the long game, perhaps even posing

as regular...

Eliza, are you even listening to me?

Of course.

Oh no.

It is her.

Who?

Arabella Herbert.

We were at school together, she was the most dreadful bully.

Don't look!

She had a way of saying the cruelest of things

whilst keeping the sweetest of smiles,

and she stole my shell necklace.

Your shell necklace?

We made it in class and somehow it disappeared from my bedroom

when she deigned to come round for tea.

Shall I have her arrested?

If we stay at the table and keep a low profile

we can hopefully get through tonight without...

Eliza Scarlet, is that you?

Arabella? How delightful!

It's been so very long,

how wonderful to see you after all these years!

Good evening!

This is my husband, William Evans.

Pleased to meet you.

Arabella Acaster.

Acaster?

You're married?

Was, now widowed.

Oh my goodness, look at you!

So beautiful and elegant!

Well, thank you. Who would've thought it?

My lasting memory of Eliza

was of her crawling out of a muddy puddle

in the playground like some ghastly swamp creature.

Do you remember?

Yes I do.

Caked in mud from head to foot!

And it wasn't the only time.

I don't believe she owned a dress

that wasn't torn, ripped, or stained!

Everyone used to find it

so amusing! Not everyone.

Well, we mustn't keep you from your dining companions.

Oh no, I'm not a customer, this is my restaurant,

I, I own it.

It is called "Arabella's" after all.

Well, congratulations, it's quite the place you have here.

We do our best.

No rest for the wicked!

This is my address

in Marylebone.

Do call by for tea,

it would be so nice

to catch up properly.

It was a pleasure to meet you.

And you must try the Rouennais duck, it is simply delicious!

I'll do just that, thank you.

Well, she seems perfectly charming.

You have no idea.

I wouldn't trust a word that comes out of her mouth.

You were the one that told her we were married.

And just so you know,

we shall not be ordering the Rouennais duck.

Well, that was a complete waste of time.

Not a sniff of any kind of criminal activity.

Apart from the prices.

That food was quite something though.

I think the chef could take instruction from Ivy

on using less grease.

And for the avoidance of doubt,

I'm not setting foot in that restaurant again.

I'll get a cab.

Get off!

Let go... help!

Somebody help!

He stole my bag!

Give me your brooch.

Now!

You are surrounded by plainclothes police officers

who are awaiting my signal.

I know this because I myself am a private detective.

'Course you are.

Enzo, fetch a glass of water for Mrs. Evans.

That was reckless.

For goodness sake, it was my mother's brooch,

what was I supposed to do?

Not fight a man holding a knife!

I didn't fight him... and you can spare me the lecture,

you said this would be perfectly safe.

What are you talking about?

I'm sorry, I'm Detective Inspector Wellington.

Scotland Yard have identified a number of crimes

carried out on the clientele of your restaurant.

Jewel theft, mostly.

What?

In all likelihood,

there's a spotter

who's providing the thieves with tipoffs.

That's what brought us here tonight.

I apologize for the deception.

And what is your involvement in this?

I'm a private detective.

Just like your father, how extraordinary!

So the two of you, you're, you're not married?

Absolutely not. Absolutely not.

So you lost sight of the man who robbed me?

I'm afraid so,

but the fact that there were two thefts within moments

of each other is unlikely to be a coincidence.

The first was no doubt a diversion.

The lavender seller didn't wait around to be interviewed,

so she's probably in on it too.

But it's no matter, we'll find them.

That is very reassuring to hear... thank you, Inspector.

Well, I'll head back and look through some mugshots

of the local talent and see if anyone looks familiar.

Will you be all right?

I'll see her safely home, Inspector.

I'm not a child.

Accepting the help of a friend doesn't make you a child.

Petulance, however.

Mrs. Acaster.

Eliza.

Thank you.

Oh, how you feeling?

Perfectly fine, thank you.

Arabella, you really didn't have to stay.

Of course I did!

Poor thing was sprawled out on the cobbles,

I thought she might have a concussion. Oh my goodness!

I'm fine, really.

Well, it was so kind of you to bring her back home.

How can we ever thank you?

I think the best way to thank Arabella would be

not to take up any more of her valuable time.

Nonsense! I'm happy to stay,

I'm sure my staff can manage. Staff?

Arabella runs a restaurant. Actually I,

I own it.

Goodness.

Mm, speaking of which,

this cake is extraordinarily moist!

My pâtissier would be quite jealous.

Well, you can come again!

Running such a business, whoever heard of a lady doing that?

Apart from you, of course, Lizzie.

But you must have so many staff,

and all those customers.

Is it a family business?

Not my family, no, it was my husband's.

Sadly, he passed away early last year.

Oh.

My father was a jeweler.

Arabella would always have the most expensive

pieces of jewelry, even as a young girl.

Ah!

You're that Arabella.

From school.

Hm.

Well, I should be getting back.

Eliza,

it was so good to see you although

a shame it was in such a circumstance.

I will check in again on you soon.

Ivy, this cake is a triumph.

You must keep the recipe under lock and key.

Please don't get up, I will see myself out.

Well, she's changed, hasn't she?

William, it is customary to knock.

Is it?

Well, when you learn to knock on my office door,

I shall return the courtesy.

How are you feeling?

I do hope you're here about the case and not my health?

Well, we found the young lad who robbed the lavender seller.

He was in some boarding house

about a half mile from the restaurant.

He and the woman were indeed paid to cause a distraction.

The idea was to draw the crowd's attention

away from the real target... Your brooch.

Please tell me you found it.

No, but I do have the name of the thief in question.

Hungarian man by the name of Tibor.

I also have the address of the tavern that he frequents.

Excellent!

Well, I shall obviously have to accompany you

to confirm his identity.

Obviously.

Are we taking roles

or would you prefer to just state our business

Well, Fitzroy and I will be playing the roles

of police officers arresting a thief,

While you will be playing the role

of the eye witness who waits outside.

He had a knife, Eliza.

Wait in the carriage, and we'll bring him out.

I must say I rather relish

the prospect of using my boxing skills.

I'm in training, Miss Scarlet.

There's a great deal of artistry involved.

Footwork mostly.

You know you can't actually throw

a punch without your feet being in the correct position.

It's fascinating, I could talk about it for hours!

Which he often does.

Wait in the carriage.

Thank you.

Come on.

We're looking for a man who's a regular here.

Hungarian gentleman by the name of Tibor.

This is where you say, "Of course, Detective,

let me point him out to you."

Don't know him.

Detective Fitzroy,

how many times have the police

been called to this establishment in the past month?

Four? Five, sir.

And what effect might that have on his liquor license?

Might it be withdrawn, do you think?

Almost certainly, sir.

Nice to see you again, Tibor... Don't get up.

Eliza. Inspector Wellington.

I can confirm that this is the man who stole my brooch.

Get up, hands against the carriage.

"Lady blue dress Spilla?"

Spilla?

It's clearly a tip off.

Who's "Spilla?"

Is that someone at the restaurant?

Who gave you this?

Arabella Acaster.

You don't really think that Arabella's involved in this?

She gave me the exact same card.

Well, she probably hands them out all the time

in the restaurant. You don't know what she's like.

Neither do you, you haven't seen her for over a decade.

She was spiteful and made my life a misery.

She had it all, she had everything,

and yet she still liked to steal things.

A shell necklace

when you were children.

And she would have to be rather stupid

to use her own business card

to tip off a criminal, don't you think?

Well, that message on the card, "Spilla."

I'm not convinced it is a person.

I think it means something else.

Your involvement in this case

is a conflict of interest.

Leave it to me... please?

Where are you?

Not here.

Spilla...

Let's try Italian.

Spill...

Spilla.

Spill...

Spilla.

Brooch.

I know nothing about any brooch.

What about the note that we found on you?

"Woman blue dress."

The lady that you stole from was wearing a blue dress

last night. I found the note on the street!

And I need a doctor, she broke my nose.

You should arrest her, not me.

You English are supposed to be fair.

I'm from Glasgow.

Well?

There are no employees at Arabella's

by the name of Spilla,

I had them go through two years of records.

Anything from him?

Take a seat.

Show me your arm.

This is an interesting tattoo.

The mark of Vác Prison in Budapest, isn't it?

I've seen similar

on your fellow countrymen who now live here.

By all accounts, that particular jail

is something of a hellhole.

Far worse than any London prison.

I'd hate for you to go back there.

You're going to send me to prison in Hungary?

I don't think so.

Detective Fitzroy, does your uncle

still work for the Foreign Office?

He does, sir.

Yeah, so he would be able to expedite

the diplomatic process.

That means,

"speed things up."

My apologies for not knowing the Hungarian,

but you'll be hearing your mother tongue soon enough.

Unless, of course, you tell me who gave you that note.

I can't believe this.

- This is so unfair! - Grace, don't,

I need this job!

What am I supposed to do now?

I'm so sorry, it wasn't an easy decision to make.

I'll see you're paid for your final shift.

Eliza! What are you doing here?

I wanted to thank you for last night.

Oh.

Is this a bad time?

No, no, not at all.

There are certain standards to uphold,

and sadly young Grace wasn't living up to them.

She's had several chances.

I'm so delighted you're here!

How are you feeling?

Much better, thank you.

I thought perhaps

you might give me a tour of the restaurant?

I'm fascinated

to see how it all works.

Oh, I can think of nothing more I'd rather do!

Though I seem to remember

you were never one for cookery class.

What a muddle you'd get into.

Do you remember that Victoria sponge cake?

You almost burnt the school down!

Miss Dawkins was not amused!

Well, we were young children, so...

Not that young.

Shall we?

I know the kitchen may look perfectly serviceable,

but chef is struggling to cope.

We're fully booked most nights, and having to turn people away.

In fact, I've been considering larger premises.

My goodness.

I'll obviously need to hire extra staff and I'll have

less time for social engagements,

but we all need to make sacrifices, do we not?

Indeed.

It would be nice to have

a little more space for myself too.

This office is rather cramped.

You should see my office.

You have an office?

I work from my father's old premises.

Oh, good for you.

I notice you have staff from all around the world.

France, Spain, Greece.

We are an international family.

They say Italian chefs are the most desired at the moment.

Do you have any Italians working here?

Uh, Paolo, our pastry chef.

How about front of house?

The waiter who served the Inspector and me,

wasn't he Italian?

Enzo?

Yes, he's from Naples, I think.

Is he working today?

No, he's off sick.

Why do you ask?

Someone is here to see you, Madame.

Ah, right.

Mrs. Acaster. Inspector Wellington.

Ah.

Miss Scarlet. Inspector Wellington.

I'm Detective Fitzroy. Shh, shh, shh.

I'm sorry to disturb you, Mrs. Acaster,

but we need to speak with one of your employees, Enzo Moretti.

Eliza was just asking about him.

Huh.

Well, it seems that Enzo has been tipping off a street thief

who's been preying on your clientele.

Hm.

Enzo is not at work today.

Do you have an address for him?

I'm afraid not, he's only been here a few weeks.

Well, in that case,

we'll need to speak with the rest of your staff.

Of course, I'll gather them.

See if you can find somewhere

private where we can question them.

I know what you're going to say.

I'm sure you do. But I'm here now.

And there's an awful lot of staff,

so wouldn't you like me to stay and help interview them?

Hm... take a wild guess.

Oh, damn it!

Here, let me.

Sorry, um, not having the best of days.

Just been given my marching orders.

Would you care for a cup of tea?

No.

But I'll have something stronger.

Any luck?

I'm afraid not.

None of your staff have an address for Enzo.

Can you think of anywhere else he might be?

I really can't, I'm so sorry.

Well, if anything else occurs,

you can contact me at Scotland Yard.

Inspector?

I'll see you out.

I feel such a fool, I thought I could trust him.

If I had a pound for every time that someone said that,

well, I wouldn't be doing this job.

So what is your next course of action?

Well, there's a thriving black market for stolen jewels,

so we'll ask around,

put pressure on the right people

and see what comes up. And Eliza?

What will her role be?

Miss Scarlet will no longer be working on this investigation.

Then why did she come here today?

Her mother's brooch was stolen,

so that may have made her a little over-enthusiastic.

Oh.

I had hoped she and I would be able to renew our friendship,

but I get the distinct feeling she doesn't care for me much.

Listen to me burdening you with my problems.

Well, I mean, this job is a little like being a priest.

Although, when people confess to me,

they generally feel a lot worse.

Anyway, good day, Mrs. Acaster.

Arabella... please.

Don't get me wrong,

Mrs. Acaster is a nice lady.

I enjoyed working for her.

If I'd been dismissed, I'm not sure I'd be so generous.

Well, it's not her fault, is it?

She just couldn't afford to pay me anymore.

And I'm not the first she's laid off.

There were two workers from the kitchen,

and another waiter last week.

So she's having financial difficulty?

I probably shouldn't be saying all this.

I only ask as a concerned friend.

Perhaps I could help her.

I wouldn't worry about it too much.

Last week I went to see her in her office,

to ask about the menus.

I caught her putting a big wad of cash

into her safe.

She said it was a loan,

so she's obviously trying to sort things out.

A loan from who?

You have a visitor, ma'am... a Miss Scarlet.

I have not the faintest idea who that is!

Excuse me, ma'am.

This is most inconvenient.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

Really?

Can I help you?

I apologize for calling unannounced.

I'm a friend of Arabella's from school.

I dropped by on the chance I might find her in.

My daughter is...

working. Working?

Indeed.

I would suggest

that you arrange a more suitable time

to visit.

Oh dear.

I've journeyed such a long way into London from Hertfordshire.

My husband is the member of Parliament

for Chalfont St. Giles and I had hoped to catch up

with some old friends before meeting him to dine tonight.

I do have a prior engagement,

but I could spare half an hour,

I suppose.

Hm? Please.

Most kind.

Tea, Earl Grey, and quickly.

This is a beautiful home.

Arabella has wonderful taste.

Oh, this is not her home.

It is mine.

She moved in with me when her husband passed.

Oh, I see.

I never met the gentleman, sadly,

but I believe he owned a restaurant?

I do not wish to talk of him.

He left my daughter with considerable debts,

that is all I will say.

Now that I think of it,

when I last corresponded with Arabella,

she did mention that times were a little difficult.

But she assured me you were assisting her

in the financial sense.

Well, that is a blatant lie.

I have told her time and again

I will not put a penny

into that failing business!

So she's been to every bank in London,

cap in hand.

My goodness, she applied for a loan?

A woman?

My thoughts exactly.

Can you imagine what that does to one's family name?

And did she secure one?

Of course not.

They all refused.

And quite rightly so, but still she persists.

Her father would turn in his grave.

Come on, let's go.

Officer. Huh?

I need you to take an urgent message

to Inspector Wellington at Scotland Yard.

My name is Eliza Scarlet, I'm a private detective.

You're a what?

You got my message?

Well, I'm here aren't I?

You're sure it was the same lavender seller

who feigned the robbery? Certain.

And Arabella was talking to her.

Where did they go, exactly? I'll show you.

No, you'll tell me and then stay here.

William! Your presence

is not helping this investigation.

Yes, so you've said.

Yet, you do not listen.

The fact that I have not listened

should tell you something. That you're stubborn and difficult?

That I'm sure of my instincts.

This isn't about my personal feelings for Arabella.

I'm looking at the situation dispassionately.

She's hugely in debt and was talking to a thief.

That is reasonable grounds for questioning.

By the police, yes.

Do you want to know where she went or not?

Good.

Follow me.

Eliza, Inspector... What are you doing here?

You run a soup kitchen?

I bring the surplus food from the restaurant each week.

Will one of you please tell me what's going on?

I had no idea that lady was anything to do with the robbery.

As far as I knew, she was just another hungry mouth to feed.

And she corroborates that.

Do you honestly think I would steal from you, or anyone?

Wouldn't be the first time. Eliza.

She's in financial difficulty, I spoke to her mother.

My mother?

You're losing money

and yet you said your business was thriving.

It's called pride, Eliza!

I am guilty of it sometimes, as are we all!

I also spoke to the waitress you dismissed.

Oh, for God's sake... She mentioned seeing

a large amount of money in your safe,

so where did that come from?

My customers.

I can assure you, that money was spent on wages

and ground rent as soon as it was earned.

I am struggling, I admit it.

That is difficult enough

without you publicly humiliating me.

I thought we were friends.

Did you?

Well, I have a different definition of friendship.

And what exactly is that supposed to mean?

You don't remember how you behaved towards me

day after day, year after year?

We were children, Eliza!

What is the connection between our school days

and this investigation? Your character!

Inspector, if there is nothing else,

then I'd like to leave, please.

Of course.

Thank you for your time.

Nothing I said was untrue.

There is no evidence that she has done anything wrong,

you do accept that?

Eliza, I say this with your best interests at heart,

whatever grudges you have against that woman,

they are clouding your judgement.

What on earth are you doing?

Baking a cake.

Are you ill?

I thought it time I learned.

You are ill.

It must be that bang on the head.

You're the one always telling me to practice my cooking.

All right.

What's happened?

I've made a fool of myself, Ivy.

I allowed my personal feelings about Arabella

to interfere with my work.

Father would never have done such a thing.

Well, don't feel too bad,

she was the cause of many bedtime tears.

I know, but perhaps I wasn't such an angel myself.

You'll get no argument from me there.

I never fitted in.

And, well, that made me angry.

I'd pick fights with her sometimes.

There was a comfort in it.

Comfort?

Well, if I gave her

and the girls that looked up to her a reason to dislike me,

then the fault would be with my behavior,

not just the fact of who I was.

I remember those days.

Nothing you could have done or been

would ever have been agreeable to those girls.

Unlike them, you're your own person,

and I'm glad for it.

Shh.

Now as your father would say,

no tears or there'll be no supper.

You always say that, and there always is.

So, what are you going to do now?

I have a horrible feeling

I'm going to have to apologize to her.

I think that might make me feel better.

What was it you were trying to make, exactly?

Victoria sponge.

Right, yes, I see it now.

No, you don't.

No, I don't.

I'm looking for Mrs. Acaster.

She'll be here in a few minutes.

You're welcome to wait in her office.

No.

Stop it.

You're here to apologize, that is all.

Ah, your friend is here... Miss Scarlet.

She's in your office.

Thank you, Charles.

I'm not entirely sure what animal this grey meat

belongs to,

or indeed if it's animal at all.

No, thank you, sir.

I'm in training.

Apparently, I ought to be eating

a large quantity of meat whilst avoiding too much fat,

and pastry has far too much fat.

Yes, so you have explained. Several times.

Got something for me?

I believe so, sir.

It seems that Enzo hasn't been working alone.

He has an uncle by the name of Frankie.

Originally from Murano in Italy,

he was being investigated for theft

but fled back there before any arrest could be made.

But you think he's in London again?

Well, we have word that the workshop that he was using

is suddenly back in use.

That's good work.

I shall see if Detective Phelps wants it.

That man will eat anything.

Doesn't sound like anyone's in there.

Should we call for a locksmith?

I'll take that as a no then.

Quite the haul. Indeed it is.

Take it up to the evidence room

and enter everything in the log book.

I'll bring this up shortly.

I have news.

So do I, and I think you're going to like it.

We found a workshop linked to our friend Enzo.

Anything of interest?

Precision tools, a diamond cutter,

clamps and pliers for resetting stones,

and a box full of stolen jewelry, including this.

My mother's brooch.

William, thank you.

Well, I'll have to keep a hold of it for now.

It needs to be logged and certified as evidence.

But I'll return it to you as soon as I can.

What of this Enzo, did you find him?

No, but I have officers watching the workshop.

So what of your news?

For the last three months,

Arabella has been selling off items of expensive jewelry.

Before you say anything,

I have proof.

Receipts of sale for six high-value items

totaling 300 pounds.

I spoke to the pawnbrokers in question,

but they refused to give me any information.

Luckily, I have a friend

who is a detective inspector at Scotland Yard.

Surely you're not going to tell me this is nothing?

Good, I'll wait at my office.

As soon as you've spoken to them, let me know straight away.

Were you this bossy at school?

No.

But if I had been,

I might've had an easier time of it.

Straight away, William.

There you are, where have you been?

Working.

Well, it couldn't have taken you five hours

to check the pawnbrokers.

This may come as a shock to you, Eliza,

but I have many cases to attend to,

and going on some wild goose chase

to a pawnbroker's on the other side of London

wasn't top of my list. So you didn't go?

Yes, I did.

Oh... and?

List of items that Arabella sold to them.

None stolen.

All hers with full proof of ownership provided.

"Heart-shaped sapphire ring."

But I saw that exact piece in her safe at the restaurant.

You just happened to see it?

Well, she couldn't have sold it and kept it.

Then it must be a similar ring.

Have you spoken to her about this?

About selling her own property?

This has now been logged

and certified as evidence, so you can have it back.

You're welcome.

William, this jewelry that Arabella's selling,

it is new evidence, why can't you see that?

I'm basing every decision in this case on motive,

opportunity, and evidence. What's that supposed mean?

Good night, Eliza.

What?

No sign of Enzo Moretti

at the workshop, sir.

Maybe he's gone to ground.

Keep the men posted overnight just in case.

Yes, sir.

I've been reading about Enzo's uncle Frankie.

When he first came to London,

he worked in a jeweler's run by a family from the old country.

I think we should pay them a visit.

Will they be open this late at night?

Only one way to find out.

You're something of an expert when it comes

to diamonds and precious stones.

I wonder if I might seek your advice?

I'd, I'd love to help you, Miss Scarlet,

but my eyes are failing,

and my body is tired. Solomon, must we go through the same dance

every time I come in?

I know for a fact

there's nothing wrong with your eyesight.

Furthermore, you're one of the richest men in Canning Town.

That said, I will gladly pay for your time.

Or buy something from the shop.

Or two things.

How can I help you?

Can you take a look at this?

Tell me what you make of it.

Hm.

Most convincing.

But not to the trained eye.

Convincing?

Well, if you ignore the hurried mounting

of the stone.

These aren't real rubies, Miss Scarlet.

They're Murano glass.

It's a fake.

It's a good one, but still a fake.

We'll come back in the morning.

Well, sir.

Is that not the brooch you just returned to Miss Scarlet?

Go back to Scotland Yard, get the bolt cutters.

Ought we not to apply for a search warrant?

This is private property, after all,

and there is no crime in progress

or immediate danger to life.

Do you hear that?

Hear what, sir?

That lady screaming for help from behind that locked door.

Ah, I see, very good.

Hurry up, she sounds desperate.

If you haven't been, then you simply must.

There's a hotel on the seafront with the most exquisite views.

Princess Beatrice herself has dined there

on several occasions.

I will leave you to dine in peace, do excuse me.

Thank you.

We need to talk.

As you can see I'm rather busy, perhaps it can wait?

No, it cannot.

Lady Catherine, looking as elegant as ever!

Not now. I know what you've been doing.

Having replicas of your jewelry made.

Possibly to sell off as the real thing.

Shall we have this conversation in private

or in front of your guests?

Let me finish this sitting.

I'm struggling to keep business afloat as it is.

Surely, you of all people can empathize with that?

I will wait in your office.

Thank you.

Sir George, it's been too long!

Grace?

What are you doing here?

I left some of my things.

I had to come back.

That's a lot of things in there.

Sorry, I really have to go.

What's in the bag?

It is Eliza's.

And you definitely returned it to her?

This very afternoon.

Murano.

Enzo Moretti and his uncle were both from Murano,

it's famed for the glass used to replicate gemstones.

Jeweler would know the difference.

On close examination, yes, which would suggest...

This place must be in on it.

They show the customers the real version,

then they swap it for a fake just before sale.

That way...

They can sell the same piece several times over.

Huh.

What's your plan for these, Grace?

Who told you to steal them?

Enzo.

He and I...

I hadn't seen him for a few days,

but he turned up this afternoon,

and he told me I had to do this for him.

He was scared.

Said he was in trouble and that he had to get away.

He said I had to help him.

What, by stealing from the guests?

I had to!

If I didn't,

he said she would get hurt.

Who would get hurt?

Ask her.

Mrs. Herbert?

Yes?

I'm Inspector Wellington, this is Detective Fitzroy.

We need to talk with your daughter.

She is not presently at home.

Very well.

We'll come back another time.

What did you say to him?

I told him Arabella was out.

What did he say to you?

What did he say to you?!

I told her to leave the door open.

A right hook, excellent choice, sir.

All right?

Are you unharmed?

We're fine.

Thank you.

You can come in now.

Mother!

I'm quite well.

Thank goodness you're okay.

Thanks for the tip off.

Enzo found me upset in my office.

I told him about the debts,

and he suggested selling the jewelry that he'd seen me wear.

I was reluctant at first.

Partly it was pride.

I wanted to look like the people I was serving,

but mostly it was my mother.

She would have the justification

that I could not survive on my own.

So what changed?

Enzo told me that his uncle could make replicas

of such qualities that no one would know

they weren't the originals.

I would be free to sell what I wanted

and wear the fakes.

No one would know and I could keep the restaurant open.

I had no idea what else he was involved in

nor what kind of person he was.

Am I to be charged?

Well, look there is no crime in wearing fake jewels.

And as for the waitress

who was stealing from your customers,

your mother's life was at risk,

so I can't say that you had much choice.

I swear I would have reported it as soon as my mother was safe.

I'll need you to fill out this statement.

But there'll be no charges.

Now if you'll excuse me,

I must go and see our friend Enzo,

and see what he has to say for himself.

He's a good man.

He is.

I'll leave you to it.

You were always talking

about your father.

Every day at school, you had a story

about how he had taught you new things.

He was so interested in who you were.

I barely saw my father,

even less knew him.

He wasn't the least bit interested in who I was.

I was jealous of you, Eliza.

And I wanted to punish you, that's all it was.

So today we will make the best Victoria Sponge

to whet the appetite of the queen herself.

I'll make a mess of it, Ivy.

Then we will keep doing it until you don't.

Good day.

Ah, what brings you here

this fine afternoon? Cake!

Made with my own two hands.

Wow!

That, uh...

that actually looks rather good.

Perhaps there's a homemaker in you yet.

No, thank you, I could think of nothing worse.

That is the extent of my domestic effort,

so make the most of it.

Yeah, but surely one day

you hope to have a family of your own to look after?

You're teasing me, William, I won't rise to it.

Sir.

You, you have a visitor.

Ah, Mrs. Acaster.

For you and your men by way of thanks.

We have a selection as delicate as they come.

Oh, I really shouldn't

but I may not be able to control myself, these are exquisite!

I must make it my business

to assist restaurateurs more often.

Come on in, there's plenty for everyone!

Come on.

Eliza, I have something for you too.

I was searching for some old keepsakes

to show you and

I found this in the bottom of the box.

My necklace.

I thought it might be yours, I couldn't say for sure.

That's very kind of you.

Would you care to join me for dinner tonight?

These are wonderful.

The pleasure

is all mine, I miss having a man to feed.

You must try the tarte Tatin.

It is divine, William.

I'll do just that, thank you,

Mrs. Acaster.

Please, William, call me Arabella.

Where were we? Dinner!

Tonight?

I've just remembered a previous engagement.

Another time, perhaps.

Another time.

What's this little delight?

This is a crème brûlée with a pistachio covering.

It's delicious, I think you'll love it.

Good evening.

You're a hard man to find, Mr. Percival.

What are you talking about?

A rather notorious conman.

Help, help!

Monsieur, monsieur!

This man is a wanted fugitive.

I merely wish to establish

if you are working with the other detective.

What other detective?

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