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- Detective Murdoch!

- Inspector. I, I'm surprised to see you here.

- Oh, who wouldn't want to see the Milton Man?

- Isn't it incredible that such an artifact

was found so close to Toronto?

- We still have so much to learn about continental drift

and the migratory route--

What nonsense!

There is no Missing Link!

We didn't descend from the apes!

Read the Bible, you heathens!

- Everyone has an interest in this in their own fashion.

- I've always found that my faith

and scientific curiosity can peacefully coexist.

- Hm. Try telling them that.

Oh, I've received a call from Miss Cherry.

She's a reporter at The Sentinel.

- I know Miss Cherry. - She's starting a series

of profiles of interesting Torontonians

and wants to feature me. - Oh!

- Hm. Oh, I'm sure she'll ask you next.

- It's not that.

It's just that I've taken exception to some

of Miss Cherry's reporting in the past.

- I'll refuse her offer, then.

- Oh, no, no. You should do it. You should do it.

It's just that if Miss Cherry isn't armed with the facts,

she tends to make up her own.

- So what happened after they tied you up?

- I was facing the wall.

But I heard them load the crates of whisky

onto the back of their motor wagon.

- Can you give a description of the men?

- They had bandanas covering their faces.

- That's convenient.

- I'm telling the truth.

- Uh, you say they had a motor wagon.

Did you get a good look at it? - Yeah.

It was a Galloway, had yellow spokes.

- What kind of thieves can afford a motor wagon?

- You think I'm making this all up?

I'll show you.

I'll find these men and teach them a lesson myself.

- Sir, please leave that to us.

That'll be all for now.

Why'd you have to doubt him?

- The whisky could be in that man's garage.

- We'll take a look.

But until then,

we'll accept the man's story.

- In the case of the Heidelberg skull,

which was of early Pleistocene date,

the symphysial region of the jaw

was essentially human in its markings

and in its characteristics.

Whereas the features of the mandible

on the Milton specimen are simian, which, of course,

is of an earlier date.

This hominid, one can only conclude,

that this is the best and only proof we have

that the leap that we took from ape to man

occurred right here in Canada.

Thank you. Thank you.

Now, I would be pleased to take some learned questions.

Yes, the young man in front.

- Are you a God-fearing man, Mr. Tincton?

- I don't want any trouble, please, so--

- Ho, ho, I agree!

Eve gave the Lord a little trouble

and, uh, we were expelled from the Garden of Eden.

Isn't that right, everybody?

- That's right, that's right.

- I'm sure these honest people have questions

I'd like to answer, so-- - Then answer me this:

Why should we believe-- - Right...

- ...in this abomination

that the Devil himself placed here to lead us astray?

- I retrieved this from the ground.

This is not the work of the devil.

This is proof of man's evolution.

- Poppycock.

That is the only response fit in this mockery.

- Detective William Murdoch, Toronto Constabulary.

Mr. Wilde, please exit the stage.

- Detective, I was wondering if the good Lord

would put you in my path once again.

- It seems he has seen fit to do so.

- You haven't seen the last of me, you charlatan.

- Thank you very much.

Thank you.

And thank you, Detective, for all your help.

- You're most welcome. Uh, would you mind

if we took a closer look at the Milton Man?

- Yes. I would like to see how the eyeteeth

compare to a specimen I saw in Luxembourg back in 19--

- I, I, I'm sorry, gentlemen.

The skull is with Mr. Hudson for safekeeping.

- Hm. - Uh, Mr. Leopold Hudson?

- Do you know him? - Yes. He's an adventurer.

- Hm. - And a relic hunter.

The last time we crossed paths...

...he was taking a lost treasure that we'd found

back to Peru.

- Sir!

Sir, are you all right?

- Ah!

Ah...

Where is it?

- Where's what?

- My skull.

Ah, someone stole my skull.

- What brings you back to Toronto, Mr. Hudson?

- Mr. Tincton hired me to guard the Milton Man.

- And now it's missing.

- What's happened?

- I was taking the skull back to the hotel,

right after the lecture.

I turned down a passageway,

then felt a blow on the back of my head.

When I awoke, it was gone.

- Mr. Hudson, you really should be out looking for it.

- I know you want me out there chasing down that skull,

but let me tell you, no one could help me find it

quicker than Detective Murdoch.

- It was likely a targeted theft,

and, in which case, it could be on its way out of the country.

- There's every chance it could still be in Toronto.

- Just find it!

That skull is of the utmost importance

to the entire human race!

- Did you see your assailant?

- No.

- Who else knew you were carrying the artifact?

- I bet you it was that man at my lecture

who was shouting about it being the work of the devil!

- Excuse me.

Detective Murdoch. Yes.

I see. I will, sir. Thank you.

You'll have to excuse me, gentlemen.

I'm needed at the chief constable's office.

- Is it about the skull?

- It is. Uh, I'll be in touch.

Miss Cherry. I, I didn't expect to see you here.

- Uh. We meet in person. I'm Inspector Albert Choi.

- Inspector. Have you given more thought

to the Top Men of Toronto profile?

- Miss Cherry, please conduct your business on your own time.

Murdoch, Choi, what do you know about this missing skull?

- I'd only just heard of the robbery when you telephoned.

- You haven't seen this morning's newspaper?

I've had the president of the university call me,

furious. - It's not their property.

- Well, they want it to be.

The whole thing is a bloody malarkey.

- What do you mean, sir?

- We're not descended from animals, are we?

You don't all believe that rubbish, do you?

- It's hard to argue with the evidence.

- How did you learn about the theft

so quickly, Miss Cherry?

- A loyal reader. She found Mr. Leopold Hudson

unconscious in the street.

He was the one carrying the skull for Mr. Tincton.

- How lucky this witness came right to you.

- Luck has nothing to do with it.

The Sentinel is an excellent newspaper.

- You've already talked to Preacher Wilde.

- He was all too happy to talk.

- He says, "Thank the good Lord the abomination was stolen.

I only pray that it is destroyed and forgotten."

- I wouldn't be surprised if he had something

to do with that. - Mm.

Where is Mr. Wilde, Miss Cherry?

- Inspector Choi, you don't know me,

but I have one rule.

I don't give anything away without something in return.

- Fine. You can interview me for your newspaper.

- Excellent.

- Mr. Caine. Hello.

- Sit down here. I'll make your arrest report.

- Uh, Mr. Caine? What's the charge?

- Theft. He was a part of the whisky robbery.

- I told you I had nothing to do with it!

- Stay there and be quiet.

I found out that Mr. Caine has criminal friends.

He just came into a lot of money.

Few hours in the cells, and he'll confess.

- Well, I'll still look into the robbery.

We should try to find the rest of them.

- Don't waste your time.

Whisky's probably in America by now.

- Detective Murdoch.

- Mr. Wilde.

I'm surprised to see you back here in Toronto.

- Well, the good Lord called me

back to the Great White North once again.

And I must say, the travelling life suits me just fine.

Say, have you accepted Jesus into your heart?

- I go to church every Sunday, if that's what you're asking.

- Mm.

- Mr. Wilde, after you were escorted

out of the lecture hall,

did you leave the area?

- I stayed near the doors.

- I didn't see you. - The back doors.

I wanted another word with Mr. Tincton.

- Uh, did you see a man leave out those doors

with the case carrying the skull?

- I did.

I must confess, I wasn't kind.

I told him that it was not too late

to make his peace with God

and rebuke that so-called Missing Link,

but he just ignored me.

- Did you follow him?

- I did not.

Found some other folks to conversate with.

- Well, thank you for your time, Mr. Wilde.

- Oh.

- These sermons of yours.

Keep them peaceful, understand?

- Of course, of course.

I swear by all that is good and holy.

- I struggle to believe a single word

that comes out of that man's mouth.

- Hm. If he did have the Milton Man skull,

he would've made quite the spectacle of it by now.

- Good point.

- So what now, Detective?

- Mr. Hudson is a man of far too many talents

to be a mere guard.

I'd like to know why Mr. Tincton is really paying him.

- Hm.

He said it was a tectonic arrangement.

- Mr. Hudson. - Oh! Uh, Detective Murdoch.

Please, meet Daphne Fitzwilliam.

Miss Fitzwilliam works in the geology department

at the university.

- Oh. Pleasure.

You must be very interested in the Milton Man.

- Of course. Mr. Hudson was asking if I had heard

of anyone claiming to have the missing skull.

I have not.

- Miss Fitzwilliam, if you'll pardon me,

I need to tear Mr. Hudson away for a word,

police business.

- Of course. I was just leaving.

- Oh. - Goodbye, Leopold.

I hope we will meet again soon.

- I will make sure of it.

- Hm.

Your attention.

- Oh, sorry.

Whoo! Perhaps I should be spending more times

in the halls of academia.

- Perhaps. - Uh, how can I help?

- Is there something

you should be telling me about the Milton Man?

- Like what?

- Oh, you've been hired to guard the skull

by Mr. Tincton, but is there something more?

- No flies on you.

I don't think he wants it to be public knowledge,

but Mr. Tincton hired me

to broker a quick sale of the skull.

- Why keep that a secret?

- Maybe he thinks selling it for money,

rather than donating it, reflects poorly on him.

- Wh... Why would Tincton want to part

with such a momentous find?

- I don't know.

I had contacted a few institutions

I knew would want it, but Tincton told me

he wanted to sell to a private buyer.

- And did you line one up?

- A man named Mr. Lionel Dawson,

a very private man with very deep pockets.

- I'd like to have a word with this Mr. Dawson.

- Absolutely.

- You have an incredible collection, Mr. Dawson.

- I don't usually let anyone into my home.

Please don't touch anything.

- You've heard the Milton Man was stolen?

- Yes. Horrible. Do you know who took it?

- That's what we're here to find out.

- I was prepared to buy it.

I certainly had no reason to steal it.

- I would presume Mr. Tincton was asking a fairly steep price

for his artifact.

- I would gladly pay any amount.

More than Dr. Bethell would pay, I'd imagine.

- He was interested?

- This Dr. Bethell is also a private collector?

- He buys on behalf of the Natural History Museum

in New York City.

- I wired him that Mr. Tincton

preferred a private buyer,

but I never heard back.

- Hm.

- It's done.

Worker's in the cells.

Here you go.

- Is he gonna talk?

- No, I told him it was in his best interest

to take his lumps.

I told him that a year in jail

was smarter than mentioning you. He agreed.

- Smart man.

- I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this.

- I'd say as long as I keep telling you to.

See you around.

- I have never seen anything like Mr. Dawson's collection.

His entire home was like a cabinet of curiosities.

- A Wunderkammer.

- Indeed.

- Sprichst du Deutsch?

- Uh, no. - Hm.

Do you think he did steal the Milton Man?

- I'm not sure.

He's still seems keen to purchase it.

- Hm. - I did learn of another

potential buyer, however.

A Dr. Bethell from the Natural History Museum.

- In New York City? - Yes.

- Oh. - I contacted his office,

and apparently Dr. Bethell was due to arrive in Toronto

three days ago to purchase the skull for the museum.

- Maybe he didn't like the competition.

Did his office know where he was staying?

- The Trenton Arms Hotel.

- You're taking me there right now, aren't you?

- I am. - Hm.

The concierge says he hasn't seen Dr. Bethell in three days.

No phone calls, no room service.

- Did he do a moonlight flit?

- He's paid up to the end of the week.

Dr. Bethell? Toronto Constabulary. Open up.

- Dr. Bethell?

- Killed three days ago by a knife

to the right carotid artery.

Death would have been quick.

- Any defensive wounds? - None. Just the stab wound.

- So, the assailant could have come from behind him.

- Possibly.

Also, the cut was unusual.

Blade would have been wide with an uneven edge.

- A serrated knife? - No,

the edges were too uneven and jagged.

I would guess the blade was handmade.

- So this is him, then?

The fellow who stole the Milton Man?

- Uh, no, sir. Dr. Bethell here

was killed three days ago, before the skull was stolen.

- Ah. Do you think his murder's connected to the theft?

- I'm heading back to the hotel to continue searching his room.

- Violet,

what do you think about this missing-link business?

- It's interesting.

I was just reading Othniel Marsh's article

on the fifty-million-year evolution of the horse.

- That's horses. I'm talking mankind.

You don't believe that we descended from apes, do you?

- Darwin's theory of evolution seems sound to me.

- But everyone knows that mankind

descended from Adam and Eve.

- I have some books I can lend you on the subject.

They provide some contrary theories.

- Good day, Miss Hart.

- Detective, can I ask you a question?

- Of course.

- Do you think I should provide my own portrait?

- I beg your pardon? - For my profile

in The Sentinel. - Oh!

Well, I suppose that's up to you.

- Hm. - Would you mind drawing

that curtain for me?

- What is that? - It's an ultraviolet light.

It can detect, uh, blood spatter, footprints,

that sort of thing. - How does it work?

- Would you really like to know? - Of course.

- Ultraviolet light can detect phosphors.

Blood contains fluorescent molecules,

and this light can show them to us.

Like so.

- Ingenious.

- It's just basic science, really.

- I only see blood in the area we found him.

- Hm.

Oh. What's this?

- It looks like a shard of black glass.

It's glowing.

- That would be because of the phosphors

on it from blood.

- Obsidian.

- Volcanic glass?

- Large pieces of obsidian

were knapped into incredibly sharp blades

in the Neolithic period.

- Well, that would be a very odd murder weapon.

- Hm. But a fitting end for a palaeontologist,

wouldn't you say?

- He met Tony Petrucci

at the Starbright Club last night.

- What are you doing investigating

a fellow constable?

- I spoke to some of Mr. Caine's friends.

From all accounts, he's an honest man.

- Are you saying Tucker arrested Mr. Caine

to cover for Mr. Petrucci?

- I'm going to release Caine,

tell him it would be wise to lay low for a while,

visit some out-of-town relatives.

Then I'll keep watching Tucker.

- I don't like where this is going.

- Neither do I.

- Dr. Bethell? Murdered?

- Did you know he was in Toronto?

- I knew he was in contact with Mr. Hudson

and the museum was very interested.

But Mr. Hudson had told me that he hadn't heard

from Dr. Bethell.

- Hm. He didn't notify you when he arrived?

- No.

And I wish he would. I would've loved to discuss

this find with him.

Dr. Bethell has a...

Sorry, had...

a towering reputation in this field.

- And yet, I understand you sought out

a private buyer for the skull.

- I don't know anything about selling artifacts.

That's why I hired Mr. Hudson.

- I see.

- You don't think I had anything to do

with this grisly business, do you?

This is a great loss to palaeontology.

I've read several of Dr. Bethell's books.

- Thank you for your time, Mr. Tincton.

Oh, uh, would you happen

to own any artifacts made of obsidian?

- No. Why do you ask?

- It might have to do with to the case.

- Well, it's not my field of expertise,

but I do believe that Leopold Hudson

had some fine specimens.

- Why are you asking about obsidian?

- Answer the question, Mr. Hudson.

- I have had some, in the past.

I've sold some hand axes to collectors.

- We believe Dr. Bethell was killed

with a knapped obsidian axe.

- I never even met the man in person.

I didn't even know he was in Toronto.

Why would I have killed him?

- Perhaps Dr. Bethell was too insistent

you sell to him, and the argument got heated.

- And I told you I didn't even know he was in Toronto.

- I heard that. That doesn't mean I believe it.

Detective, remind me, were there any witnesses

to the theft of the skull?

- No.

- You could have taken the skull with the intention

of selling it yourself. - I already told you,

I was hit on the head and the case was stolen!

- Detective Murdoch,

arrest Mr. Hudson.

Maybe with some time in the cells,

he'll be more forthcoming.

- You're allowing this?

I thought we were friends.

- We have no evidence linking Mr. Hudson to the crime.

- Not yet. But, like he says, you two are friends.

- With all due respect, sir,

I am only considering the facts in this case.

- The fact is, Mr. Hudson's dealings

sometimes skirt the law.

You told me yourself he once stole evidence

right out from under you.

- He had his reasons.

I just... I don't believe Leopold Hudson is a killer.

- What do you propose?

- I will go to the university

and see if they know of anyone who has an obsidian blade.

- And I'll take a photograph of Mr. Hudson

to the Trenton Arms Hotel

and see if anyone saw him there.

- I already spoke with the concierge.

He saw no one.

- I'll offer a dollar to the bell boy.

They see everything.

Detective,

I know you don't want me to be right.

- Sir, I want to catch a killer.

Excuse me. Can you tell me where I might find

the geology department?

- Detective! Lovely to see you again.

- Miss Fitzwilliam, hello.

- How is your investigation progressing?

Any leads on the Milton Man skull?

- I'm afraid our investigation has now grown to include murder.

- Who was murdered? - Dr. Bethell

of the Natural History Museum, three days ago.

- Oh, no.

- Did you know him?

- Just a little, professionally.

Did his murder have anything to do with the missing skull?

- I don't know.

We believe he was killed with an obsidian axe.

That's why I'm here,

to find out who might have such a thing.

- We have three specimens of obsidian tools

in the department. - Oh!

Well, I'll need to bring them into the station house

for testing. - Of course.

- Do you know of anyone else who might have obsidian tools?

- There are some tools in other collections outside of Toronto.

A cache was found in British Columbia

earlier this year, and I heard one went missing.

- Is that right?

- Mr. Hudson also told me he sold some examples lately.

- That's the second person that's mentioned Mr. Hudson.

- Oh, but he couldn't have anything to do with a murder.

- You're certain of that?

- I know where he was three evenings ago.

He was with me.

Between you and I,

we were together the entire night.

- I see. - But if you say a word,

I could lose my position here.

- I see no reason to make your...

activities public knowledge.

- Thank you.

Come with me. The axes are right this way.

- Daphne told you that?

- I understand you were trying to preserve

a young lady's reputation,

but that information could have saved you time in the cells.

- It would've saved me time if you had just believed me.

- I'm still looking for anyone who knew

Dr. Bethell was in Toronto.

- Good luck with your case.

I still intend on finding that Milton Man skull

for Mr. Tincton.

Goodbye, Detective.

- You released Mr. Hudson.

- He has an alibi for the night of the murder.

- Hm. I've just been to the hotel.

The night desk clerk told me that a man

asked for Dr. Bethell's room number.

- Did he give you a name? - No.

But the clerk did remember the man:

Full beard with an ostentatious silk cravat.

- Detective.

It's quite late for a visit.

- This isn't a social call.

- Oh.

Have you found the Milton Man?

- I have not.

I have been concentrating on the murder of Dr. Bethell.

So perhaps you can tell me what you were doing

at his hotel on the night of his death?

- All right, yes.

I went to the Trenton Arms.

Dr. Bethell had sent me a telegram he was coming.

- Why did he do that?

- I had gone up against him and his museum before.

I suppose he wanted me to know the game was afoot.

- You led me to believe that you did not see Dr. Bethell.

- But I didn't. I went to his hotel

and knocked on his door,

but there was no answer, so I left.

- Are these obsidian?

- Yes,

I brought them back from New Guinea a few years ago.

A rare find. - Hm.

I'll need to take these to the station house with me.

- You can't!

- Either I take these with me now,

or I arrest you for murder.

- Tucker. Can we talk?

- What do you want? I'm off duty.

- You'll want to hear what I have to say.

How long have you been working for Tony Petrucci?

- You shut your dirty mouth.

- Tucker, I am giving you a chance to dig

your way outta this. - Henry the magnanimous.

- You will tell the Inspector what you've been up to,

or I will. - You can't.

Tony'll kill me.

He'll kill my wife.

- The Inspector can protect you and your wife.

You should do the right thing.

- Oh, wow.

You found the murder weapon.

- I've found several obsidian examples

with Miss Fitzwilliam and Mr. Dawson,

but none of them appear to be the murder weapon.

- Mm.

- What are you doing here, Mr. Hudson?

- Well, I've been thinking, Detective Murdoch.

I'm going to give you the chance to apologize.

- A...

I was doing my job.

- Yes, well...

I might have a lead.

I was just with Mr. Tincton and he's very upset.

- What about? Having his artifact stolen?

- He was accosted by that preacher outside our hotel.

- Mr. Wilde.

- He said Mr. Tincton was hell-bound

and he'd hasten the departure himself.

- Did he harm Mr. Tincton? - No.

But he shouted he might want to come

to the university this morning.

- Why?

- He would be smashing the Milton Man.

- The theories that these so-called evolutionists spew

are an insult to reason

and a shock to the heart.

Yeah, I've read Mr. Darwin's book.

It's all animal, animal, animal,

with never a thought of God or of religion.

So, right here, right now,

I am going to destroy that ape-man for good.

- Should we stop him?

- I don't see the Milton Man skull anywhere, do you?

- I give you the Missing Link!

Watch as I give him a taste of the hammer of God.

- Heathens!

- Get back, creature!

There was never kinship between me and thee!

I am a man of God!

- All right, that's enough. Mr. Wilde, a word please.

- Detective, I'm in the middle of a fight.

- Now.

- Take five.

- Mr. Wilde, did you have an argument

with Mr. Tincton earlier today?

- I may have had words with him.

He is spreading darkness and depravity!

- Did you also have words with Dr. Bethell

of the Natural History Museum?

He and Tincton are of the same mind.

- Well, I don't know this Dr. Bethell.

- He was murdered in his hotel room.

- Well, I wouldn't know anything about that.

- He was very interested in the Milton Man skull.

- That I was hit and left for dead for.

- Do you believe it's real, sir?

- Yes, of course.

- This certainly is a godless country in need of salvation.

Why, just this morning, when I was spreading the news

about this deception, a lady came up

and kicked me right in the shin.

She said that the Missing Link skull was real

and that the world would see it soon enough.

- What did this lady look like?

- Uh, she was small,

wire glasses, hair pulled back tight.

- Yes?

- Detective Murdoch. I'd like a word.

- Just a minute!

- Miss Fitzwilliam,

what are you hiding behind your back?

Step away from the desk.

Now.

- Daphne, how could you?

You were the one who knocked me out?

- I felt terrible about that.

That's why I asked you out to dinner,

to see if you were all right.

- Thank you for your concern.

- Why did you steal the skull?

- I overheard Mr. Tincton talking to Mr. Hudson

about selling it to a private buyer.

But this needs to be in a museum where it can be studied.

- So you stole it to give to the university?

- Eventually.

I thought if I could have some time alone with it,

to really study it, I would be the expert.

I'm sick of Cambrian fossils!

I want to study the dawn of man.

- I don't believe this.

- I just didn't understand.

Donating it to a museum would have put Mr. Tincton

in the history books.

It would likely be named after him!

Eoanthropus Tinctoni, perhaps.

But, no, I suppose he only cared about money.

- And what of Dr. Bethell?

Did you not want to keep the skull from him as well?

- I didn't have anything to do with Dr. Bethell's death.

I didn't know he was even in Toronto!

- Murdoch, I have to come clean to you about something.

- Right now?

- When Miss Fitzwilliam told you

I couldn't have killed Dr. Bethell,

as I was with her all night-- - Uh, Leopold!

- She lied.

We weren't together that night.

- And you went along with her lie.

- My alibi wasn't true! My innocence is.

I know you trust that.

- Miss Fitzwilliam,

you will accompany me to the station house

where you will be charged with assault,

theft, and, quite possibly, murder.

- What will happen to this?

- It's coming with me, as evidence.

- So Miss Fitzwilliam stole the skull

and lied to give herself an alibi

the night that Dr. Bethell was killed.

- Yes, but I've tested all three of the obsidian axes

that I took from her department

and none of them had traces of blood on them,

nor did they match the fragment that was found at the scene.

- She must've had a fourth.

- But why would she kill Dr. Bethell? She admired him.

- Any comment on the palaeontology murder?

- Miss Cherry, I will be releasing

a statement in due time.

- Perhaps you should consider speaking now.

I did see Detective Murdoch take Miss Fitzwilliam

to the station a short time ago.

- No comment. But if you did want to talk,

we could arrange a time for my interview.

For my profile. In your newspaper.

- Oh.

I've decided to profile Leopold Hudson instead.

That man should be in films.

Tall, rugged, a globetrotting adventurer.

- I've trotted around the globe. - Now, back to the murder case.

- I'm very busy, Miss Cherry. Goodbye.

Good work on the Bethell murder, Murdoch.

And you've recovered the Milton Man.

- Part of me wishes it would've stayed stolen.

- This artifact will put Canada on the map.

- We're on the bloody map.

We don't need the help of this abomination,

half-man, half-ape.

Honestly, I don't know what to make of it.

- Are you taking it back to Mr. Tincton, Murdoch?

- Not quite yet.

I need another word with Miss Fitzwilliam.

- Would you like to hold it?

It's not every day you can touch a part of man's evolution.

- I'll leave you to it.

I don't know where we came from, or where we're going,

but I'm quite content to live in the here and now.

And that, Albert, is about to be The Tipsy Ferret.

- Hm. - Good afternoon.

- Why did you lie earlier?

About spending the night with Mr. Hudson?

- I felt guilty, I suppose.

- Mm. - I didn't know if my theft

brought him under suspicion for Dr. Bethell's murder.

- Well that falsehood gave you an alibi,

which you now no longer have.

- That's not why I did it.

- Where were you really

the night that Dr. Bethell was murdered?

- At home working on my book,

Trilobites of the Americas. Alone.

- Miss Fitzwilliam...

what do you think about this Milton Man skull?

- It's incredible.

And to think it was found in a fairly high strata.

- Contravening the geological superposition theory.

- Exactly. - Other similar specimens

have been found in Germany and in the south Himalayas,

but did you ever think one would be found here, in Ontario?

- No.

Frankly I'm amazed that a link between

Simiidae and Hominidae was found in Canada.

- Right.

You'll be taken back to the cells now.

- I've given you my fingermarks.

You'll see I was never in Dr. Bethell's room.

And you can ask my colleagues!

I could never hurt anyone.

- You managed to hurt Mr. Hudson for the artifact.

That'll be all for now.

- Keeping the Milton Man all to yourself?

- I keep thinking about something Miss Fitzwilliam said:

"Why would Mr. Tincton not want a museum to have this?"

- He wouldn't be the first to choose money over renown.

- But to have the Missing Link hominid

named after you?

Your name would live on forever.

- Humility?

What's this all about, then?

- Perhaps there's another reason

that Mr. Tincton doesn't want a museum to have it.

- Mind if I sit in? - Not at all.

- Hm.

- This came for you.

- Starbright Club.

Eight o'clock. Be there.

- Now you have observed the mandible.

- Mm-hmm. - Now compare it

to that of a modern orangutan.

- It looks very similar. Shouldn't it be?

- Look at the molars.

They've been shaved down to be even,

as if with a metal file.

- Hm. Hard to tell.

We don't know the diet of this hominid.

- If I swab a portion with alcohol...

Observe.

- Ah.

Looks like the bone now has a greenish tinge.

- That tells me that this bone has been artificially aged

with bichromate of potash.

- Are you saying what I think you're saying?

- I've also conducted a fluorine analysis and it's definitive.

This skull was never buried in the ground at all.

Mr. Tincton combined a modern human skull

with the mandible of an orangutan.

- The Milton Man is a fraud.

- Mr. Tincton lied.

He did see Dr. Bethell when he came to Toronto.

He was so confident in his fake artifact

that he went directly to Dr. Bethell's room.

And Dr. Bethell likely grew suspicious.

He's probably seen many fake artifacts in his time.

So he threatened to expose Tincton as a fraud.

- It is! Get out! - Any possibility of renown

and riches gone in an instant.

And in a moment of fury--

- He killed Dr. Bethell.

That must be why he wanted to sell it

so quickly to a private buyer.

- Yes.

He wouldn't have likely gotten the glory,

but he would've been rich, nonetheless.

We have to find him.

- Miss Cherry had another article

in today's newspaper about the Milton Man.

Here it is.

"Mr. Tincton has gone back to the same site in Milton

in the hopes of uncovering more of the Missing Link."

- Mr. Hudson will know where the excavation site is.

I'll take him. - Uh, and this?

- Keep it for now. It is evidence, after all.

- Hm. Just not the kind we thought it was.

- Ah, Leopold. Detective.

Ha, ha. You showed up just in time. Look what I found.

Huh? Now I was lucky enough to find one Milton Man skull,

but two?

- Incredible.

- Huh?

Now,

what of my first Milton Man?

Have either of you found it?

- Ah, yes, the Missing Link. - Yes.

- You did take it to Dr. Bethell at his hotel

prior to your lecture, didn't you?

- No, I never, I never saw him.

- You had him examine it,

and he discovered that it was a fake.

- Now, wait just a moment here--

- And that's why you asked me to sell it

to the highest private bidder, and fast.

- That skull is not a fake.

- It most undoubtedly is.

As is this one.

Tell me, did you spend any time

in British Columbia earlier this year?

- Yes, I was working with the Canadian Geological Survey

on a Pleistocene-era excavation.

- Where you unearthed a cache of obsidian tools.

One of them has gone missing.

- Empty your pockets, Tincton. - No.

No. No.

Uh...

- Hm.

An obsidian hand axe.

Do you carry it around for good luck?

- Mr. Tincton. - Yeah...

- You're under arrest for the murder of Dr. Bethell.

- Uh, yeah.

- That Miss Cherry is persistent.

She can't believe I turned down her profile.

- You did? Why?

- Ah, just try never to be guided by hubris.

Besides, I'm not that man anymore.

- How do you mean?

- Well, I've done it all, seen it all.

Escaped caves, prisons, curses, women.

The double-crosses and dirty deals.

I'm done with it.

Think from now on, I'm going to live a straightforward

type of life.

Settle down, get a job, maybe a dog.

- In Toronto? - Well, the university's

offered me a position sorting artifacts

in the archaeology department.

- Hm.

- Considering all you've done,

wouldn't that be a tad dull?

- Ah...

There are benefits.

- Ah.

- Good day, gentlemen.

- It is disappointing.

Science took a real blow with Tincton's chicanery.

- Mm. The path to knowledge

does have some bumps along the way.

- You're a real optimist, Detective.

- The truth is out there, sir.

We may just not see all of it in our lifetime.

- Hm.

Constable?

- Do you have a moment, Inspector?

- I appreciate your honesty.

- Thank you, sir.

- Your behaviour is unpardonable.

You should be charged.

- Just protect my wife, sir,

she knows nothing about any of this.

- I said you should be charged.

But I'm not going to do that.

Instead, I'm going to fire you.

- Have a moment?

- Ladies?

I said eight. Not ten-thirty.

- I, I got fired.

- Hm. That's a shame.

- I need a job. - Sorry, Tucker.

You're as useful as teats on a bull to me now.

- No, you gotta help me. - I don't "got" to do anything.

Ladies.

- Please.

- Hey, Tucker!

Go get these ladies a drink.

Who knows?

Maybe I need to have a good dog around.