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-Let hearts keep their
secrets.

Who'’s there?

-Er, you'’re a...a what?

-A private detective.

And I apologise for the
lateness of the hour,

but I, I have some urgent
information that concerns you,

Mr. Crabtree.

Have you heard of a man named
Sir Reginald Denning?

He died several years ago.

And, er, this evening
I was at his house,

for reasons I'll come to
in a moment.

Whilst there, I found this.

It'’s the letter Sir Reginald
received confirming

your place at
Whitechapel Orphanage.

-But why would he have had this?

My parents both died
when I was a baby.

That, that'’s why I was
sent to the orphanage.

-Then you've been misled.

I also found a letter from
Sir Reginald to you.

But he never sent it.

It confirms that he
was your father.

-And Martin'’s mother?

-Well, Sir Reginald and his wife
were childless.

Meaning that, erm, most likely

you were the result
of some dalliance.

-Why are you telling us this?

-Sir Reginald died seven years
ago without naming an heir

and with no next of kin.

And when that happens,

the name of the deceased
is added to a public list

of unclaimed estates known as
the Bona Vacantia.

Here is your father.

And here is the size
of his estate.

-Twenty thousand pounds?

-As your late father'’s
only child,

that, er, money is yours,
Mr. Crabtree.

-There must be some mistake.

There'’s no mistake.

-Oh!

It'’s wonderful!
It'’s, it's bloody wonderful!

-I found you just in time.

If an estate remains unclaimed
for seven years,

it passes into government hands.

The deadline in this case is six
o'’clock the day after tomorrow.

-Well, so, so, what do
we need to do?

-Er...accompany me to a
solicitor'’s office.

We'’ll show them these letters
and the proof that

you are indeed
the Martin Crabtree mentioned.

-And after that?

-Well, in a couple of weeks the
inheritance will be yours.

If you come to my office first
thing tomorrow,

we'’ll head over to
Mr. Pew, my solicitor,

and get your claim registered.

-We'’ll be there at nine.

-Make that eight!

Thank you.

Thank...thank you, Miss Scarlet!

-Oh, er, ju- just
one more thing.

My fee will be five percent of
the value of the estate.

That's the standard arrangement.

I trust that'’s agreeable?

-I think that is more than fair.

-One thousand
pounds?!

-I can'’t quite
believe it myself.

To a change in fortunes!

-And how you deserve it!

-You must hold a party.
-Good idea!

We shall fill the house
with guests.

-And will you be inviting
Inspector Wellington?

-Did I tell you how I managed to
find Martin Crabtree?

It'’s a fascinating story.

-I have not seen the Inspector
here for a while...

-It all started when
I saw this advert.

"“Reward offered for information
on the adopted son of the late

Sir Reginald Denning."

You see, I recognised Denning'’s
name immediately from

the Bona Vacantia list.

It'’s the government's list
of unclaimed inheritance,

which meant there
was a pot of gold waiting if

I could just find
his estranged son.

-How long is it since he
visited?

-Who?

-Inspector Wellington.

-I honestly haven'’t a clue.

But just imagine what I could do
with this money.

It will change everything.

I can hire full time staff.

I can advertise my services

and compete with
the larger agencies

for higher profile cases.

-Have you two had an argument?
-No!

And can you please just let me
enjoy this moment?

-Of course.

You have had an argument,
haven'’t you?

I want the same text
on the door,

the brass plaque and
the sign over the front.

"“Miss Eliza Scarlet,
Private Detective."

Yes, Miss.

-Good morning.

-What can I do for you, William?

-Oh nothing, I just thought I'’d
pop by. It'’s been a while.

-Has it?
I didn'’t realise.

-What'’s this?

-I'’m about to earn an awful
lot of money,

so I'’m making a few changes,

including putting my own name
above the door

and not my father'’s.

-I see.

And where has this "“awful lot of
money"” come from?

-Heir hunting.

-Congratulations.

How much are we talking?

-Enough that I'll no longer
have to rely on others for work

or favours.

-Have I done something
to upset you?

-What makes you say that?

-Just haven'’t seen each other
for a while and, er...

it feels like you may have been
avoiding me.

-I'’ve just been busy,
that'’s all.

Now, if you'’ll excuse me, I'm
expecting clients any moment.

-There'’s been a stabbing in
Pimlico, Sir.

A gentleman murdered
in his home.

-Right, have a carriage brought
round, we'’ll go take a look.

-Already have done, Sir.
Ready when you are.

-Did you see Miss Scarlet
while I was away?

-Yes, Sir.

-How did she seem?
-Sir?

-Well, what was her
overall mood?

Was she happy, sad, pensive?

-She was pleasant and positive
as usual.

She really does tend to lift
one'’s mood I find.

Now, in terms of the murder,
I have some preliminary details

if you would like to hear them?

-Did you get the feeling that
she had anything on her mind?

-Miss Scarlet?
-Yes!

-Well, what kind of things
do you mean, Sir?

- Never mind.
- Just tell me about the case.

-Yes, Sir.
Of course, Sir.

The victim is George Saracen.
Early forties, a man of leisure.

His body was discovered an hour
ago by his maid.

There seems to have been some
form of disturbance or fight

where he was killed.

-And she never mentioned
anything about me?

-Who, Sir?
-Miss Scarlet!

-Was there something
in particular

I was supposed to look for?

Because I must confess women
are still something

of a mystery to me.

-Just get in and stop talking.

-Mrs. Crabtree.

-Where'’s your husband?
-I don'’t know.

-What'’s wrong?

-Late last night Martin wanted
to go out and celebrate.

So he went to the Royal Oak
for a drink.

But he never came back.

Then an hour ago this came
through the door.

'To get Crabtree back,
pay £500 in cash.

Four o'’clock today by
archway in Belmont Crescent.'

Did you see who delivered it?

Who else did you tell about your
husband'’s inheritance?

-No-one!

But soon after you left us last
night, a gentleman came round.

Called himself an heir hunter.

He gave us the same news
about Martin'’s inheritance.

Martin told him that we'’d
already promised

to go to the solicitor with you.

But then the gentleman offered
his services for free.

-For free?

Martin said no.

We didn'’t trust him.

-I have a close contact at
Scotland Yard.

-He can help us.
-No, please!

They said they'’d kill him if the
police are involved.

-I need you to try and find out
who these kidnappers are

and where Mr. Crabtree
is being held.

-I'’m already on a job.

For Nash and Sons.

-He doesn'’t have any sons.

-He has money.
Lots of it.

-Moses, you do realise I'’m about
to be a very wealthy woman?

-Not if this heir of yours gets
a bullet in his head.

-Exactly.

But if you help me find him,

I'’ll soon be running an agency
twice the size of Mr. Nash.

And paying you double his fee.

-You'’ll put that in writing?
-Of course.

Naturally I'’ll need your full
name for the contract.

-It'’s just Moses.

-The maid claims she last spoke
to Saracen this morning.

He relieved her from her duties
until the afternoon because he

was expecting a visitor.

-Did the maid give a name for
this visitor?

-No, but she said a number of
strangers have visited in the

last few days which is
unusual.

When she returned this
afternoon she saw

an old woman leaving the house,
clearly in a hurry.

-Any description?

-The woman deliberately
kept her head down.

-And you believe her, this maid?

-She'’s a young girl, Sir.

She wouldn'’t say boo to a goose.
So yes, I believe her.

-Well, in that case we
definitely need to identify

this old woman, as well as
this M. Skelton.

Saracen'’s only appointment this
morning.

Come and sit
over here on me lap, darling.

-You'’re a long way
from Mayfair, darling.

-Did, erm, Martin Crabtree
come in here last night?

-You his other wife?

-Show the lady some respect.

Or I'’ll be forced to teach
you myself.

I have already paid this
gentleman

for information on Mr. Crabtree.

Apparently he was here on his
own last evening

and left at midnight.

-And you are?

James Elderberry.
Heir hunter.

-What do you want,
Mr. Elderberry?

To find out if you can afford
Mr. Crabtree'’s ransom.

-I don'’t know what
you'’re talking about.

-Yes, you do.

He'’s clearly been kidnapped.

Mrs. Crabtree was hysterical
when she brought that letter

to you this morning. And here
you are trying to find him.

-Following women around London
strikes me as an odd hobby.

-If you can'’t pay for
his release, then I will.

-I don'’t need your help.

-Where are you getting
the money from?

-That's none of your business.

-I'’d like to make it
my business.

-Good day, Mr. Elderberry.

-You'’re making a mistake.

-And you are making
two mistakes.

The first is that garish
handkerchief,

it clashes with your tie.

The second is laying
your hand on me.

What are you doing here?

-Ivy'’s making me lunch.

-You don'’t have time for lunch!

-I told you she was in
an odd mood.

I think she and the Inspector
have had a row.

-And I think Ivy should mind her
own business.

-I'’ll go and get
the washing in.

-So?

-No-one'’s heard nothing
about a kidnap.

So, can you afford the ransom?

-What do you think?

Whoever'’s behind the kidnap knew
about Martin'’s inheritance.

So that'’s where we should focus
our attention.

-What about the advert
you showed me?

The one asking for information
on this Martin Crabtree?

You could find out who
placed it in the paper?

Or should I mind my own
business?

-Oh.

How I hate it when she'’s right.

Good afternoon, Officer.

I was hoping to speak to the
owner of the house, Mr. Saracen.

Has something happened?

-Are you a friend of his?

I'm family.
His favourite cousin.

-Are you indeed?

-This advertisement
would explain

Saracen'’s recent visitors.

-Saracen was no heir hunter.

By all accounts he spent
most of his life

at his Gentlemen'’s Club.

So why was he so interested in
finding this Martin Crabtree?

Why are you here, Eliza?

I thought you'’d found your heir.

Martin Crabtree
has been kidnapped.

-What?

I came here to find out who else
knew about his inheritance.

-Kidnap is a very serious crime.

-I'’m well aware of that, Willia.
-Inspector Wellington.

-But the ransom note threatened
to kill Martin Crabtree

if the police were involved.

-Well, we'’re involved now.

-Miss Scarlet'’s right.

Saracen knew about
Martin Crabtree.

It looks like the killer stole
Crabtree'’s details.

There'’s an imprint on the page
with Crabtree'’s address.

-Meaning this murder and the
kidnap are probably connected.

-It'’s a good job we crossed
paths with Miss Scarlet.

-Mm.

-Thank you, Detective Fitzroy.

It'’s good to see someone
appreciates me.

-What is the matter with you?

-I don'’t know what you mean.

Do you have any other leads,
Detective Fitzroy?

-You can address your questions
to me, Miss Scarlet.

-Do you have any other leads,
Inspector Wellington?

-No.

-Well, except for the diary
appointment

with M. Skelton and the old
woman seen leaving the house.

-When does this ransom
need to be paid?

-Four o'’clock today.

-Right, it'’ll take us about half
an hour to get there

so we'’ll have to leave soon.

Now, remember the money in
this bag is counterfeit,

but there is no way that anyone
can tell just from a glance.

-Yes, you already told me.
Twice.

-I doubt that anyone
will stop to check it

but if they do you will be
perfectly safe,

there'’ll be plain
clothes officers

stationed all along the street.

I, er...looked into
Sir Reginald Denning.

Bit of a gambler, apparently.

Turns out he was murdered
in his home.

Er, a robbery gone wrong.

-No-one was ever charged.
-I know.

Alright, there clearly
is something the matter.

-What makes you think that?

-That frown, the avoidance
of eye contact,

the brooding tone in
your voice.

-I am not brooding.

Fine!

I know about you and Arabella.

-Oh.

-It's not for me to comment on
your personal life.

But given the history of my
relationship with Arabella,

and the fact that you and I
are such old friends...

-Yes...

-It feels like something
you might have mentioned.

-Well, I, er, I suppose I was...

waiting to see if things
developed.

But yes, you'’re right, I should
have told you.

-As a friend.
-And have they?

-What?

-Developed?

-They have, yes.

-Then I'’m glad for you.

For both of you.

We should get going.

-Miss Scarlet.

Who the hell is that?

-I don'’t know.
Should we move in?

-No, hold on.

-You followed me here?

-No, Mrs. Crabtree showed me
the ransom note.

Like me, she didn'’t have much
faith in you paying up either.

But perhaps we were wrong to
doubt you.

-You need to leave.
Now.

-Where did you get the money?

Mrs. Crabtree said you
wanted to involve the police...

-I won'’t tell you again.
Go!

-Hya!

Go, go, go!

-You stupid woman,
you called the police!

-Are you alright?

-I'’m fine.

-Who was that man you were
talking to?

Detective Inspector
Wellington.

Mind if I join you?

Miss Scarlet was kind enough to
give me your business card.

So I went to your lodging house

and your landlady said that
you'’re always in here.

-Has Crabtree been released?

-Well, I was hoping that you
could tell me.

-How the hell would I know?

-Perhaps you arranged
the kidnap yourself

to get that ransom
from Miss Scarlet.

-What?

-Your landlady really
was very helpful,

she loves to talk, doesn'’t she?

You'’re no heir hunter.

You'’re a gambler and a pretty
average one at that.

You'’re two months behind
on the rent.

Oh, and she also told me your
real name.

Now, I think that we need
a proper chat, Mr. Blunt.

-You'’re wasting your time.

-Our man in the hat,
where is he?

-I'’m not sure, Sir.
-So we lost him?

-How is that possible?
-I...I don'’t know, Sir.

-And Martin Crabtree?
Any leads on his whereabouts?

-Not that I know of, Sir.

-Tell me something that
you do know, detective.

-Do you mean about the case
or in general?

-Why did you pose as
an heir hunter, Mr. Blunt?

-Because Crabtree'’s father
owed me money.

-A lot of money.

-Sir Reginald Denning?

-Yeah.

Denning played poker.
High stakes.

Eight years ago my straight
flush beat his full house

and I won ten bloody grand
off him!

But the tight sod died without
paying up.

-So you were hoping to claim
your winnings

from Denning'’s heir?

-Exactly.

And when none came forward,
I looked myself.

But I got nowhere.
So I gave up.

Wrote the debt off in my head.

Then a few weeks back I picked
up rumours Denning had a son.

I greased some palms and I
tracked down Crabtree.

-But Miss Scarlet
got there first.

-So?

What'’s a measly finder's fee
against ten grand?

The only thing that matters is
Crabtree getting

to a solicitor'’s by 6 o'clock
tomorrow evening.

Otherwise the government
gets the estate

and I'’ll never get my
money.

-See, Denning'’s killer
was never found.

-You think I killed him?

How the hell would that have
helped me get paid?

It'’s him dying that's made it
twenty times harder!

George Saracen was also looking
for Martin Crabtree

and now he'’s dead too.

-George who?

-Where were you yesterday
between

10 o'’clock in the morning and
4 o'’clock in the afternoon.

-Sobering up in a cell in
Bow Street nick.

-Hmm.
-What can I say?

All the stress got
the better of me.

-I made the decision that
telling the police would be

the best chance of getting your
husband back alive.

-But what if you were wrong?

-Inspector Wellington will be
doing everything he can

to find him.

-Martin!

Oh, thank God!

We were so worried about you!

-The Desk Officer confirms
Blunt was drying out in a cell

all day yesterday.

-Meaning he can'’t have
murdered Saracen.

-Shall I let him go, Sir?

-Did you get anywhere tracking
down Saracen'’s visitor?

-I looked into M. Skelton,
the name in Saracen'’s

appointment book.

There are forty seven of them
resident in London.

-Then I suggest you start
at the top of the list

and you work
your way down.

Yes?

-News about
Martin Crabtree, Sir.

-One minute I was walking home
from the pub,

you know, still
not believing my luck.

And the next...a hood was
pulled over my head

and I was shoved in
the back of a cart.

-Do you have any idea where they
took you?

-No.

It was freezing wherever it was.

I was sure I was going to die.

-How many kidnappers were there?

-Two.

Both with East London accents.

Then...about an hour ago they
suddenly bundled me back

in the carriage and they dropped
me off a few streets away.

-Well, I'’m glad you're unharmed.

The solicitor'’s office is
obviously closed now,

but we'’ll go first thing in the
morning.

-Well, I dunno, I mean,
is it safe?

They'’re still out there!

-We only have until
tomorrow evening,

you cannot delay any
longer.

-Ah, Miss Scarlet.

Good to see you safe
and well, Mr. Crabtree.

I'’m Detective Inspector
Wellington.

I'’ll need you come down to
Scotland Yard

and answer some questions.

Once we'’re done there I'll be
assigning you police protection.

You'’ll stay at home under guard.

-For how long?

-Well, at this stage,
Miss Scarlet, I don'’t know.

Sir?

-I'’ll see you to the door.

-You'’re not seriously going to
keep him under house arrest?

-It'’s for his own protection.

The men who kidnapped him are
still out there, and once they

find out they'’ve got counterfeit
money they might come

looking for him again.

-But tomorrow's the last day he
can claim his inheritance.

Surely you can let him out for
an hour or so

with an armed guard?

-Look, someone was willing to
commit murder to get their hands

on that inheritance.

Maybe the kidnappers,
maybe someone else.

Crabtree stays in one place
where we can look after him.

-Are you doing this to stop me
from getting that money?

-What?

Why on earth are you
being so irrational?

-Oh, is this to do with me
and Arabella?

And I'’m the one being
irrational?!

Stubborn.

Pig headed and utterly incapable
of seeing things

from anyone else'’s perspective.

Could anyone be more
infuriating?

-This is Inspector Wellington
you'’re talking about?

-I need your help, Moses,
not disparaging comments.

Inspector Wellington won'’t let
Martin Crabtree out of his house

until this case is solved, so
we'’re going to solve it for him.

-By six o'’clock tomorrow?

-Exactly.

I need you to find out
everything you can

about this man.

Eric Blunt.

I'’m sure he's involved somehow.

-And I'’m still on double fee?

-Fine.

And for your information I'm
not stubborn or pig headed.

-So, I told her that she was
behaving totally irrationally.

Which she was.

But she couldn'’t see it.

I mean, the woman is utterly
infuriating.

Sorry.
It'’s been a stressful day.

-That'’s quite alright.

Do you work with Eliza a lot?

-When the case demands it.

Which can sometimes feel a
little too often.

-Well, I suppose she is an old
friend of yours.

-Since we were children.

She was just as infuriating
back then.

-And yet you still
work with her?

Well, we all have our
crosses to bear, I suppose.

Anyway, how are you?

How was your day?

-Fine.
Absolutely fine.

-Ivy?
Are you alright?

-This is so sad.

-Ivy!

These were in order.

-Well, you'’re the one always
telling me

to practice my reading.

Poor Sir Reginald.

He was completely in love
with Lady Denning

and they desperately
wanted a child.

And then finally Lady Denning
got pregnant.

The poor thing died
in childbirth

along with the baby.

So tragic.

-Don'’t be fooled
by the sweet prose.

Martin Crabtree almost certainly
came from Sir Reginald

having his wicked way
with a maid.

The Denning family crest
is a fox

which seems entirely
appropriate.

-That explains it then.

In this letter, his housekeeper,
Miss Skelton,

is asking Sir Reginald if she
can see the baby boy.

She must be his mother.

-Skelton?

Maud Skelton.

M. Skelton.

Oh!

-Ah.

Come to apologise?

-Actually, yes.

The, er, heir hunting.

The money, I think it may be
affecting my judgment a little.

I'’m sorry.

-Well, I'’m sorry too.

I, erm...said things that I
shouldn'’t have.

-Are you, er, getting anywhere
with your murder?

-Slow progress.

-Well, I'’ll leave you to it.

-That was brief.

-You'’re a busy man.

-Ah, Sir!
-Yes?

-Miss Scarlet'’s looking for you.

-I just spoke with her.

I need the file of the Sir
Reginald Denning murder case.

I want to see if there are any
parallels with Saracen'’s death.

-Well, I- I had
the same thought.

Only I'’m not having much luck
locating the file.

-What do you mean?

-It'’s missing.

-Where did you
find Miss Scarlet?

-In the Records Room, Sir.

-'A blow to the head...'

Ah, the Denning fox.

Probable murder weapon.

'‘Diamond necklace, silver frame.

Missing from murder scene.'’

Head housemaid, Maud Skelton.

Found you.

Maud Skelton?

-I worked as Sir Reginald'’s
housekeeper.

He was a good man.

But troubled after
his wife passed.

-Did you ever see Martin

after he'd been sent
to the orphanage?

-I visited every six months
or so.

The warden used to let me
watch him play

from the window of
his office.

-As his mother
that must have been

extremely difficult for you.

-I'’m not Martin's mother.

Lady Denning was.

She went early into labour.

It happened so fast, there was
no time to fetch a doctor.

Martin was healthy
and well but...

poor Lady Denning.

God in his mercy took her.

-But that baby was reported as
stillborn.

-The child so resembled his
mother.

Sir Reginald could not bear to
look at him.

He ordered me to take him
to the orphanage.

Martin Crabtree was the name
of a kind neighbour

who helped me
when I first came to London.

So, that'’s the name
I gave the boy.

-Who else knew that Martin
had survived?

-No-one.

Sir Reginald swore me
to total secrecy.

-When did you last see Martin?

-I lost track of him
a few years ago.

It broke my heart.

-So, why did you visit
George Saracen?

-My daughter's very sick.

But there is one doctor on
Harley Street who can treat her.

He's expensive.

So, when I saw
the advert offering that reward

I went to see Mr. Saracen and
gave him Martin'’s name

and last known address.

He told me to come back for my
money later.

And that'’s when I found him.

-Do you remember seeing
anyone else

near George Saracen'’s house
that day?

-In the morning as I left
I passed a gentleman arriving.

-Can you remember
anything about him?

-He was a smartly dressed
gentleman.

Nicely turned out.

He wore an orange handkerchief
in his coat pocket.

-Mr. Blunt.

Come to pay Mr. Crabtree
a social visit?

How thoughtful.

-I'’ll come back another time.

-This is my colleague PC Jacobs,
from Bow Street nick.

PC Jacobs, is this the Eric
Blunt that you arrested

for being drunk and disorderly
a couple of nights ago?

-He looks nothing like him.

-I went to Blunt'’s gambling den.

-And?

Turns out

Blunt wasn'’t the only one owed
money by Sir Reginald Denning.

Six months before he died

Denning gambled his whole estate
on the turn of a card.

He lost.

But he never paid
that debt either.

-So, who won Denning'’s house?

-George Saracen.

-So, Saracen and Blunt both
needed to find an heir

so they could claim
what Denning owed them.

But they couldn'’t both get paid.

However, if Saracen was dead.

I should update
Inspector Wellington.

He'’ll be angry, of course,
because I stole the file.

But this shows that stealing it
was the right thing to do.

And, anyway,
he'’s hardly perfect, is he?

Although what if he'’s
so angry he refuses

to let Martin Crabtree go?

I shall just have to trust him.

Although quite how I would do
that, given his recent form...

Do you think I should
update him, Moses?

-I just want you
to stop talking.

-I want to be involved
in the questioning.

-Do you now?

-Well, if it wasn'’t for
my tip-off

you wouldn'’t have looked
into his alibi.

-You stole an official
police file.

-I thought we'd
moved on from that?

-When exactly?

-Now.

-Sir, we found this
in Blunt'’s house.

-How many times?

I'’ve never heard of this
Saracen fella.

'Mr. Blunt, a woman by the name
of Maud Skelton has come forward

claiming to have details
of Denning'’s son.

She'’s visiting me tomorrow
morning.

God willing, we will get our
money after all.

Yours, George Saracen.'

-Alright.

Saracen and I made an
agreement.

If an heir came forward

we'’d each claim half
what we were owed.

-Well, the day after you got
this letter you visited him.

-No, I never went
to his house.

-We have a witness who will
swear she saw you entering.

-Well, she'’s lying.

Mr. Blunt, you are
our prime suspect

in George Saracen'’s murder.

And, indeed, the murder
of Sir Reginald Denning.

-I never laid a finger
on Denning!

-And Saracen?

-That letter was a trap!

Saracen knew I'’d come see him.

And when I got there he showed
me Crabtree'’s details.

I offered to present myself
to Crabtree

as an heir hunter
and take him to the solicitor.

But then Saracen pulled out
a knife

and says I wasn'’t going anywhere

because he'’s decided to
keep the money for himself.

-And then what happened?

-He came at me.

I got the knife off him

and I defended myself
like any man would.

I never meant to kill him.

-Well, that- that'’s all very
plausible.

Very plausible.

Except for the fact that you
planned your alibi in advance.

You got your mate to impersonate
you as a drunk arrested

at Bow Street.

-Which would persuade any jury
that you went to Saracen'’s house

with one intention.

To eliminate your rival to
Denning'’s inheritance.

-I'’d put money on Blunt being
Denning'’s killer too.

He may even have been involved
in Crabtree'’s kidnap.

Which just leaves those missing
counterfeit notes.

-What time is it?

-Almost five.

-William, Martin Crabtree has
one more hour

to claim his inheritance.

You can have him.

-Thank you.

Although I'’m not sure there's
enough time

to get a cab across London...

-Fine.

You can take my carriage.

-I think we'’re going to make it.
-Go, go, go!

-Thank you.
-Congratulations.

-Ah. Thank you, Moses.

-So, when do I get to see
my contract?

-As soon as you'’ve given me
your full name.

And not just Moses.

-That'’s not gonna happen.

-Oh, come on.

Surely we'’re good enough
friends now?

Mr. Crabtree.

-Miss Scarlet.

I just wanted to come by and,
er, give you this.

What you have done

for me and my wife

will transform our lives
and the life of our child.

And I didn'’t want you to have to
wait for weeks to get your fee.

So, this is your
first instalment.

From my savings.

-Thank you, that is very kind.

-Wait till I tell Barnabus

I spent the afternoon in
Bond Street.

-This is just
the beginning, Ivy.

-Ooh!

-Tomorrow we'’ll start looking
at furniture.

I'’m also going to buy a
phonograph for the office.

-A what?

-Oh, it'’s a new invention.

It records your voice onto a wax
cylinder and plays it back.

It'll allow me to do my own
dictations.

-Right.

-That'’ll be the Dickins
and Jones delivery.

I don'’t care.
You'’ve obviously made a mistake.

-I don'’t think so Ma'am.
-What'’s going on?

-A ridiculous misunderstanding.

The constable here claims
the goods you bought

at Dickins and Jones was paid
for with counterfeit bills.

-What?

Look what we'’ve found,
the ransom money.

Hidden in your outhouse,
Mr. Crabtree.

There was no kidnap, was there?
You faked it.

Why did you do it?

You'’d just found out you were
about to be rich

beyond your wildest dreams.

-Because I knew there was no
inheritance.

-What do you mean?

-A week after my father died,
I was visited by Maud Skelton.

She told me the truth
about my birth.

She also told me that because of
gambling debts

my late father'’s inheritance
would be worthless.

If I tried to claim it,
I, I would be hounded

and most likely left penniless.

-It was a poisoned chalice.

-But why risk faking
a kidnap now?

-I pray every night

that my child will have
a more comfortable

upbringing than I did.

And that night with
Miss Scarlet and Mr. Blunt

circling around me I, I saw
an opportunity.

So, on the way back from the pub

I stopped at a friend'’s house
and I stayed there

till we got the ransom money.

-This friend of yours, it was
him that picked up the money?

-Mm.

-Two days later
with Saracen dead and...

Blunt facing a murder charge,

there was suddenly an
inheritance to claim after all.

-Enough to make this ransom look
like loose change.

-For the first time in my life I
felt like God was smiling on me.

-So...what happens now?

-Do you still get your fee,
you mean?

-No.

-Yes.

-Well, er, Crabtree

faked a kidnap
in order to commit fraud,

which carries a potential
jail sentence.

However...

two of the three targets of that
fraud were Saracen and Blunt.

And the third was,
of course, you.

So, the question is, do you
want to press charges?

-Mm, on this occasion I'’m
prepared to overlook

Martin Crabtree'’s actions.

I won'’t be pressing charges.

Which means you can still claim
the inheritance.

-You don'’t deserve
Miss Scarlet'’s kindness.

You truly are one of God'’s
angels.

-Oh, I wouldn'’t go that far.

-I think I need to go
and lie down.

-Do you want me to bring you
anything?

-Just stay with our guest.

I'’ve been so stupid!

-Everything will be fine.

Your wife knows you'’re a good
man at heart.

Go and check on her.
I'’ll see myself out.

The Denning family fox.

Lady Denning.

Oh, no.

-You could put the frame down

and just walk out the door.

Pretend you hadn'’t seen it.

-This photo of your mother
was stolen

when your father was
murdered.

-I went to see him.

You know, the years, it twisted
him, he was angry

and, and drunk and alone.

He told me it was my fault that
my mother died.

That I'’d killed her.

He wanted nothing to do with
me and I...

-You murdered him.

-Please...

Please, just walk away.

If you choose to walk out of
this house

you can still receive your fee.

Please.

-I'’m not going anywhere.

- I want to meet my daughter.
- Please.

-Maud Skelton has admitted that
she told Martin who his father

was a few days before
Sir Reginald'’s murder.

She always feared that he was
responsible.

It'’s why she broke contact
with him.

-Being abandoned because your
father blames you for killing

your mother...it must be quite a
cross to bear.

-Yeah, it'’s a sorry story
for everyone.

Including you.

-The Forfeiture Rule is clear.

Martin Crabtree won'’t be allowed
to inherit a penny

from his victim.
So...there goes my fee.

-Eliza, I, erm...

I want to clear
the air about Arabella.

Your private life is your own,
William.

-I, I know you two haven'’t
always seen eye to eye.

But er...

well, I, I don'’t want

my friendship with Arabella

to cause problems between us.

-Nor do I.

I will endeavour to make an
effort with her.

I feel sure we will become
firm friends.

-You'’re a terrible,
terrible liar.

But I appreciate the effort.

-So looks like you'’ll have to
moonlight for Nash

a little longer.

And I know I promised
to double your fee...

-Put it on account.

You'’re gonna put that up?

-I was, but...

it turns out the
time isn'’t quite right.

-When will it be?

-I have no idea.

-It'’s Valentine.

-Hm?

-Moses Valentine.

A lot of people would pay
good money for that information.

-Thank you for the invite.

-Thank you for coming.

I'’m so pleased
you could make it.

William told me
how busy you are.

-Well, I'’m sure running
a restaurant

is equally time consuming.

-I think we both like a
challenge.

And how fortunate
for William that he gets to work

with you so much of the time.

-I doubt he'’d use the word
fortunate.

Actually, no, he didn'’t.

-Inspector Wellington, Ma'’am.

-Darling!

What are you doing here?

-I'’m meeting you.

To go to the park?

-The park?

Oh gosh, I completely forgot.
How silly of me!

Still, since you'’re here
William, I absolutely insist

you join us for tea.

You don'’t mind, do you, Eliza?

-Not at all.

-My mother always complained
I had a mind like a sieve.

You poor thing having to put up
with me.