Glenn!
Charming man, snuck out for my modest little soirée, did you?
You don't know the meaning of the words "modest" or "little," Owen.
And you love me for it.
Pepper, darling! What are you having?
Try the red, it's delicious.
Just let yourself in.
Be a sport and circulate the wine for me.
Let's dance.
A neighbour called about a noise complaint?
I can barely hear anything.
I think this is more of a morals call.
Possible acts of gross indecency.
Ah.
We're after offences against nature, are we?
You know, there are coppers
who'd enjoy taking some of these chaps to the cells.
But you are more of a live-and-let- live soul,
aren't you, Constable?
I like to think so but the law is clear.
What's the use of judging what happens in the privacy
of a man's own home?
We're not the Morality Department.
Give me a proper crime.
Parker, I admit to you, I can't call this
proper but it's duty.
- Good evening. Toronto Constabulary. - Police!
- It's the police! - I'll go around back.
Oi! Open up there!
Ahh!
Proper enough for you?
The victim is one Owen Paxton,
also the owner of the home.
So this was the host of tonight's party.
It's still early. Where did all the guests go?
They all ran out the back when we got here.
All men, sir.
I see.
Good to have you back, Detective Watts.
You enjoyed your travels?
Yes, leaving the city behind for a time
renews the spirit, Constable.
The wound on Mr Paxton's head matches the base of this statue.
Time of death?
Crabtree and I arrived to break up the party at 9:40.
His body was found soon after, alone.
The body is still warm, and lividity hasn't set in yet.
So he died less than two hours ago.
Between 8:40 and 9:40.
What's all this?
Mr Paxton was a keen philatelist.
Is it phil-ah-telist or phil-ay-telist?
Stamp collector.
When I was a boy I was a phal... pahlat...
From Bavaria, this one.
And Australia here...
Perhaps Mr Paxton was a member
of the Toronto Philately Society.
They have a club?
Do be sure to give me your report as soon as you have it, Miss Hart.
Certainly. As always.
Looks to me, Murdoch, it's a bash and run job.
Most likely one of the guests at the party.
Yes. Unfortunately it seems they all fled
before George discovered there was a body.
You'd think one or two would have stuck around.
Presuming the party was downstairs,
it's not clear the guests knew there had been a murder.
Someone who was here must know something.
We need to track all of them down.
Mr Parker, please assist the Constables downstairs
in obtaining fingermarks from all of the wine glasses.
We might be able to identify a party guest from this shoe.
And this wine is somewhat rare.
I will find out who bought it.
You do that, Sherlock.
But in the meantime,
it might be a good idea to look at these photographs
of Paxton and his chums.
Oh.
That's my butcher!
Oh, Hawaii.
Mr Parker.
You can eliminate all of these
based on whorls.
Did you not use fingermarks in your work with the Pinkertons?
We had a girl for that.
You will find it can be greatly advantageous
to learn the finer points of identification.
We have a new classification system
based on Whorl, Loop, and Arch,
which can greatly improve our chances of finding a match.
Our collection is growing
each time we add a new finger mark to it.
So you want me to compare these marks on the glasses
to all the known marks in Toronto?
Until you find a match.
George can tell you it's not nearly as laborious as it may sound.
Thanks to my system.
George will help you.
Actually, sir, I was wondering if I should...
I have discovered that Mr Paxton
was a member of the local Philately Society.
I was wondering if I should attend one of their meetings
to see if I could find out a bit more about stamps,
about our victim.
Of course.
George.
- Inspector! - Jack.
Here for your usual?
I'm here on business.
This is you with your arm around a man named Owen Paxton.
What's this about?
He's been killed.
I need to know what you know about it.
How did it happen?
I'm asking the questions.
What was the nature of your relationship with Paxton?
We were old friends. From school.
So, you kept in touch.
What are you implying?
You knew about Paxton's tendencies?
Tendencies?
Of the unnatural sort.
I considered it none of my business.
Were you at his party last night?
That kind of thing wasn't agreeable to me, Inspector.
- I didn't attend Owen's parties. - Not agreeable to you?
You're in this picture with him and his friends.
I ran into them at the island.
I was being polite. That's the truth of it.
Honestly.
Very good.
Well, that's settled, then.
Where were you last night, Mr Walker?
Truthfully.
I was at home.
Constable Crabtree! What a delight!
Mr Germaine. Are you a philatelist?
I have many interests, my boy, as you know.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is Constable George Crabtree.
One of this city's most amiable law enforcement officers.
He must be here about poor dear Owen.
- Is that right, George? - I am.
We were all shocked and saddened
to hear of Mr Paxton's death, Constable.
This is Mr Bedard, president of our little club.
On behalf of everyone here, I can assure you
we are eager to be of any assistance we can.
Well, thank you.
You all knew Mr Paxton well then, did you?
We are a small but passionate assembly.
Were any of you at his party last night?
Not that passionate, Constable.
Look at all this.
You know, I've often wondered how many stamps there are in the world.
I sense we have a budding stamp lover, friends.
Let me show you my European collection, Constable.
It comes as no surprise to me that he's dead.
Offending God and the good people of our neighbourhood as he did.
Mrs Emery, you apparently telephoned
the Toronto Constabulary several times to complain about Mr Paxton.
For all the good it did.
You do realise men of that strain
are a threat to the morality of the city?
What exactly did you see last night
that prompted you to call?
I didn't call last night, Detective.
I certainly would have,
but as it happens I was out to Parkdale
having dinner with my brother and his wife.
Mrs Emery, did your neighbours
share your desire to see Mr Paxton move away?
Of course.
Did any of them argue with the victim? Threaten violence?
It was Mr Paxton
who had the record with the police, young man.
Are you aware of that?
Mr Paxton was the victim of several attacks,
- as a matter of fact. - For obvious reasons.
He took no pains to hide his perversion.
None of my warnings eemed to deter him.
He seemed to feel entirely free to parade it about,
men coming and going out of his house at all hours.
Did you see anyone in particular coming and going recently?
Yes.
And in fact, I was able to get the young man's name.
I can't help you. I didn't know Mr Paxton.
Mr Seburn, we have an eyewitness
who saw you arriving at his home in the evenings
and leaving in the mornings.
Your witness must be mistaken.
We aren't concerned with your personal life, Mr Seburn.
We're investigating a murder.
Perhaps you boys don't exchange names, is that it?
If I'm caught up in all this, I could lose my job.
We're merely trying to find out who may have killed him.
My company produces a catalog for his business.
It was my job to show him the mock-ups, that's all.
You weren't at a party at his house last night?
No. I know nothing of his personal life.
I'm sorry.
What did I tell you?
The lot of them, all the same story.
Out of fear for their livelihood and reputations.
No need to baby them, Watts. This is the life they chose.
I'm going to see if the wine store operator
can give us a description of the customer who bought that bottle.
Mr Parker.
I trust our classification system is making your job easier.
No matches yet.
Detective, have you thought about canvassing
known poof hangouts with the photos from Paxton's house?
I have Constables doing just that.
Surely I could be of more use in the field.
Stick with it.
Detection is often a matter of tenacity, Mr Parker.
It's just that I'm better at talking to people.
And I fear I may go cross-eyed.
Hotel bellboys are good sources for this sort of thing.
Station House Four.
Thank you.
That was Mr Paxton's neighbour.
Someone has gone into his house.
All right.
You want to search the kitchen, Detective?
Yes, let's start there.
Detective Scott?
A detective in the Toronto Constabulary
at a party of left-footers.
I haven't said I was at a party, Inspector.
You match the description of the man who bought this bottle of wine.
"To Owen,
a man of far more courage than I. Love from Glenn."
You and the victim were close.
We were good friends, yes.
Give us the names of the rest of the guests that were there that night.
I can't say I recall names.
Detective Scott.
Is your loyalty to your friends or to the law?
If I knew who did this, I would tell you.
I want justice for Owen just as much as you do.
Probably more.
- But I know what happens next. - Oh yeah?
You're not going to throw them in jail?
Harm their reputations? Cost them their jobs?
We haven't threatened you with exposure, Detective Scott.
We will tread lightly with the others.
Are you going to let me go after this interview?
I'm on a case and if I don't go into my Station House today,
my Inspector will ask why.
Tell us what we need to know.
Let me investigate myself.
Some of the men who were there will talk to me.
You were caught breaking, entering, and stealing
from a dead man's house.
You haven't been cleared of suspicion in the murder.
You're in no position to make deals, Meal Mucker.
You know I only went back to his house for the book.
We don't know anything.
Give us the names.
Constable Dimmick.
Take him to the cells, charge him with breaking and entering.
That should loosen his tongue.
I don't believe that will work.
If we charge him, it will amount to the loss
of his reputation and job.
That homosexual
is a blight on our entire department, Watts.
That may be. But with nothing left to save,
- he will have no reason to help us. - Too bad.
Detective Scott may be more forthcoming if I speak with him alone.
I agree.
- Oh, sir! Good news. - What have you, George?
I found some of the stamps I kept as a boy.
I wasn't sure if I even still had them,
I found them in a box with some keepsakes.
And what does this have to do with Mr Paxton?
Well sir, I did learn that a stamp
can gain considerable value over time.
Based on various things, how rare they are today,
what sort of condition they're in,
whether there's any particularly interesting story
as to their origin and so on and forth.
And Mr Paxton had interesting stamps?
Without a doubt.
In fact sir, there's a member of the Philately Society, Mrs MacDonald,
who offers evaluation services.
I tell you what I'll do.
I'll bring over my little collection,
let her have a look and see what she says.
George, did you learn anything pertaining to our investigation?
Yes, of course, sir. I learned that our victim, Mr Paxton,
was well-liked
by all of his stamping friends.
And were any of his stamping friends at the party last evening?
No, sir. They took pains to assure me
that they were not that sort of friend.
- Fine. - Right then, sir.
I will be sure to let you know as soon as I find out
if this is worth anything.
- William! - Julia.
Ready for lunch?
I stopped by to tell you I can't have lunch after all.
We haven't seen each other nearly enough since you got back.
I know, William. But there is a good reason.
Oh?
I've been assigned an important patient,
the wife of an industrialist.
Oh, very good.
Although you're not usually concerned
with the class of your patients.
Not usually, no.
But since Mr Fitzgerald removed me from his surgery,
I realised I may need to be more mindful of my reputation.
Of course.
And I'm certain you will do a terrific job at
whatever it is Mrs Wealthy Industrialist requires.
The repair of a hernia in her bowel!
These ones are at least thirty years old.
They were preserved quite well.
Good specimens.
But very common examples, I'm afraid.
So not worth much?
They could fetch a couple of dollars.
Now this one from Nova Scotia is interesting.
Ah yes, the 1860 one-cent.
I always liked that one.
In this condition, worth fifty dollars at least.
Fifty dollars!
- But unfortunately... - It is clearly forged.
You see, Constable, the dye has a perceptible green tint.
It is essentially worthless.
Don't let these two spoil your fun, my dear boy.
Their standards are exacting.
But you obviously have a pure love for postage.
Indeed. To have carried these around for thirty years.
I got them from love letters that my aunts received.
I suppose that's when I first
embarked down the path of philately.
He has the heart of a romantic.
We philatelists all have a similar story.
What can you tell us about the investigation, Constable?
Just that it is ongoing.
No real progress just yet.
We were wondering
what happens to Owen's collection?
- Will it go up for auction? - Vultures!
The man's body is not even cold yet!
Owen did have a few stamps I myself
would be willing to pay top dollar for.
I'm sorry about my Inspector.
My fault.
It was foolish to go back to the house.
- But I knew you'd be looking for his friends. - We are.
You know the other men who were there.
Give me names.
I don't have to reveal how I got them.
And you'll let me go?
Yes, we will drop the charges and make sure
there's no record of your visit here.
I don't understand. One of those men killed your friend.
Even if I believed that were true, Detective,
I don't know who it is.
You could take a guess.
So the men I name can be sitting where I am?
I wouldn't be able to sleep at night.
It's true that we can't guarantee complete discretion.
I admire his integrity on this point.
Whose integrity?
I had a word with Detective Scott.
Ah, thought he'd say more if I wasn't there, did you?
Yes.
And by integrity
you mean he is still protecting a murderer.
- Leaving us at a loss. - There is one thing.
Constable McNabb located the cobbler
who made a replacement sole for the shoe
Parker took off one of the fleeing men.
Good. Let's pay him a visit.
No, Murdoch. You put your feet up.
I'll go with Watts.
Let's hope the cobbler's got nothing to hide.
I understand you're missing a shoe, Mr Walker.
Close the shop, Jack. You're coming with us.
You went to his house that night.
Would you believe I lent my shoes to a friend?
You lied about your relationship with Owen Paxton.
And when you said you were at home on the night of the murder.
I couldn't help you.
I don't know who did it.
It was easier to say I wasn't there.
Mr Paxton's neighbour has identified you, Mr Walker.
She said that you were a frequent visitor.
At times an overnight guest.
Should have known she'd be at her window at five a.m.
She also told me those visits ended abruptly
approximately six weeks ago.
Good old Mrs Emery.
She's right about that, too.
Did you and Mr Paxton have a falling out?
Nothing lasts forever, Inspector.
What happened when you saw Mr. Paxton the night of the party?
I didn't talk to him.
You expect us to believe you went to your former lover's party
and it was all just jolly hockey sticks?
Perhaps you didn't intend to argue,
- but it happened anyway. - No. There was no argument.
You didn't go into his study with him?
No.
Your fingermarks, these,
are on the murder weapon.
- Caught in another lie. - We were in...
we were close.
The breakup was...
I was not happy.
That wasn't Owen's fault. He's a good man.
But we were different. He didn't care about discretion.
At times he even enjoyed poking at people like Mrs Emery.
But he had family money.
I own my own business and that's all I've got.
My reputation is my bread and butter.
Why did you go over there that night?
I'd been drinking.
Knew he was having a party.
Felt sorry for myself, all alone, I suppose.
Why did you go up to the study?
I wanted to settle things between us.
- How? - Not by bashing him over the head.
We haven't yet said how Mr Paxton was killed.
I know what happened because I found him.
I saw blood on his head and on the statue.
You've been lying to us from the start
- and you're lying now. - No, listen.
I went over to him to check his pulse.
He wasn't breathing.
He was already dead.
I sat with him a minute. Then I heard someone yell "police"
- and I ran. - You had a falling out with the victim,
and you admit you were in his house at the time he was killed.
So were a lot of other people.
Owen's parties were popular.
He made his home a safe place
for men like us.
He doesn't want to give us any other suspects, let him hang for it.
Sir, fingermarks aren't enough to convict.
He'd been to the house before,
he could have touched it at any time.
Nonsense. He has motive. Any jury will convict.
- I don't believe he did it. - What?
His account was credible.
Evidence is evidence.
Put him in the cells, Watts.
George.
You've been investigating the victim's philatelist friends.
What have you learned?
Detective, I get the impression they are not much interested
in Paxton's personal life.
They're more interested in who's going to inherit
his stamp collection now that he's dead.
Is that so?
Was his collection valuable?
Apparently he had some hotly coveted pieces.
Some so rare as to be worth hundreds of dollars.
For a stamp, can you imagine?
Let's follow the money, George.
I'm flattered you've asked for my assistance once again, Constable.
Would you care to indulge me as to your theory of the crime?
Well, Mr Paxton's stamp books were on his desk and shelf
- at the time of the murder. - It's possible someone tried to steal
one of his more valuable stamps,
and killed Mr Paxton when he caught them in the act.
We were hoping you might notice
if there's anything missing from his collection.
Owen was an industrious collector.
I recently purchased a very beautiful Macon from him myself.
One of the most discerning eyes in our little society.
Don't tell Mrs MacDonald I said so, though.
Your secret is safe with us.
He was the first in Toronto to procure
a rare Greenwood, Virginia, for example,
on a trip to New York City some years back.
That was a particular find.
It should be in his book of the Americas.
He and Mr Bedard enjoyed a spirited competition
over their Hawaiian collections.
All in fun.
Here, I'll show you his uncancelled Brattleboro.
Now that is strange.
Is it missing?
Unless he moved it. But,
I don't see it.
Odd.
In his Canada collection there ought to be a lovely set
of British Columbia imperforate.
No! It's not here.
These are all common specimens.
What do you know about Mr. Paxton's stamp collection?
That it was a substitute for the children he would never have.
Ah. It appears some of his rare stamps are missing.
What if the killer was not one of the partygoers,
but someone who wanted Mr Paxton's stamps?
You don't think he sold them?
He did like the thrill of the trade.
We thought of that, but it doesn't account for all of them.
I know where he might have kept them.
Where?
I have an errand to run, Detective.
It needs to get done tonight.
I don't have the authority to release you.
I haven't heard a thing.
Take me to Owen's.
I will show you where the stamps are,
if you give me an hour alone afterward to run an errand.
Let you out, you mean.
I'll come back.
I promise.
Julia. Dr Dixon.
Pardon my intrusion.
What brings you?
You have a lovely home.
Thank you.
I wanted to discuss something with you
and thought it best to do it away from the hospital.
Is that so?
Don't worry, I have no intention of repeating my previous bad behaviour.
Of course not.
I brought you my notes on your new patient. Mrs Acton.
- Your notes? - Yes, you see this is why
I wanted to discuss it away from the hospital.
I did the initial assessment.
But I convinced the Actons to pass the case along to you.
Why would you do that?
I know you need the help, Julia.
I didn't ask for your help.
A surgeon as capable as you should not be limited by baseless prejudice.
Thank you.
- Julia, I'm home. - In here, William.
What a...
Dr Dixon.
Detective.
Dr Dixon was kind enough to drop off a file
that I'd left at the hospital.
And now my business is complete. I'll show myself out.
Owen had a collection of things that weren't
appropriate for display.
Doesn't seem like a very safe place to valuables.
That's what I told him, but
no fires in the summer time.
The missing stamps.
I have to get these to Constable Crabtree.
I've kept my part of the deal, Detective Watts.
What kind of errand is it you want to do?
If I don't visit my mother on Monday evening, she'll worry.
I don't like to upset her.
If you don't come back, I will lose my job. You understand?
I understand.
Constable.
Have you found anything?
Mr Walker knew where Mr Paxton kept his valuables.
Are those the missing stamps?
Shall we have a look?
Do these account for Paxton's missing stamps, Mr Germaine?
- Yes, but... - Wait. Isn't that...?
The Macon!
The one I purchased from Owen last month!
There's the Goliad you bought from him, Bertha.
But that's impossible.
Mine was the only one on the market.
- Could he have found another? - In this condition?
- Is it possible these are fakes? - But why?
Why would Owen keep fakes of his own stamps?
These are genuine.
So, may you have
accidentally bought fakes?
Impossible.
We would have spotted it in an instant.
Owen knew as much. He would never.
Here is my Macon.
This is a forgery.
Mr Paxton sold you all fakes.
What does this mean?
It means one of your new philatelist chums here
might have murdered Mr Paxton.
It's hard to tell, but this is the fake one.
Paxton sold forged stamps to his friends in the philately society.
Giving any one of them a motive for murder.
They've been brought in to be questioned.
How'd you find Mr. Paxton's secret collection?
Jack Walker knew where they were hidden.
And he told you?
- No. He showed me. - He did what?
I released Mr Walker for an hour
in exchange for his cooperation locating the missing stamps.
He is being held on suspicion of murder.
He could be on a train halfway across the country by now.
Could be, but in fact he is in the cells.
It seems you were wrong about this particular one.
That makes you lucky, not smart!
You disobeyed my orders, Detective.
However he went about it,
Detective Watts has found a promising avenue of investigation.
The victim had been selling forgeries of very rare stamps.
Forgeries good enough to fool the city's leading experts.
And the man who made them is sitting in our interview room.
Mr Seburn, when we asked ourselves
who may have forged these stamps,
I remembered that you work for a print company.
In fact, you are a skilled artist.
We found these print engravings in your office.
Along with specially mixed ink colours
- that match the forgeries. - I illustrate catalogues.
I made those engravings for my work.
We spoke with your employer.
None of these engravings have ever been featured
in any catalogue.
Oh.
It must have been for a bit of freelance work.
For Owen Paxton?
You recall we know Mr. Paxton's neighbour saw you.
- It was a professional... - Stop.
No one believes you.
Fine.
We were lovers.
Put me in jail.
We aren't interested in indecency charges, Mr Seburn.
- Well, you may not be, Watts. - Sir, please.
Alright, but I'm listening to every bloody word.
You and Mr Paxton devised a plan
to defraud the stamp collectors of Toronto.
The forgeries were all Owen's idea.
He knew my work and he thought I could do it.
There's something about all this I don't understand.
Mr Paxton didn't need the money.
Why risk his reputation as a stamp lover
with his friends in the club?
He had a funny sense of humour, I suppose.
Write down all the stamps you copied, please.
All this fuss over a few scraps of paper.
We take our stamps very seriously, sir.
Oh it's "we" now, is it Crabtree?
The buyers would only have been angry with Mr Paxton
if they'd known what he'd done.
You said the club members were surprised
to discover they'd bought fakes.
Seburn's forgeries were good.
Mr Germaine had a fake for weeks and didn't notice.
Perhaps someone else did.
Find out which of the club members
recently purchased items from Mr Paxton.
Good. In the meantime, we can let Detective Scott
- and Jack Walker out of the cells. - No.
Every hour they're in there, it is more likely they will be missed.
People will ask questions.
Then take your hand out of your pocket
and make an arrest, Detective Watts.
These are all the people you know of
who purchased stamps from Owen in the past two months.
There is one stamp on Mr. Seburn's list of forgeries
that doesn't appear on your list, Mr Germaine.
- Oh? - The Moldavia.
I don't know of any trade with the Moldavia.
If it were offered for sale, who would have wanted to buy it?
Everyone.
The Moldavia would be the crowning jewel in any collection.
I thought you said your European collection is unmatched?
It is, that is true.
Did you want that stamp, Mr Germaine?
Am I to understand that you suspect me?
I didn't buy the Moldavia.
Mr Seburn said it was made available for sale three weeks ago.
Didn't you make an offer?
Don't make those eyes at me, George. I cannot bear your suspicion.
Why didn't you make an offer, Mr Germaine?
Well,
- you've caught me. - Oh Mr Germaine!
So, you did purchase the Moldavia.
And when you realised your mistake, you confronted Mr Paxton.
For heaven's sake. I'm not a murderer, Detective.
Then I'm afraid I don't understand.
Days before Owen offered the Moldavia,
I realised that my Macon was a fake.
I pretended to be surprised with the others
when you brought in the genuine stamps,
but I'd known for some time.
Right, so you knew Paxton was selling fakes,
that's why you didn't make offer on the Moldavia.
Yes.
George, can you ever forgive me?
- Who did you tell? - No one.
To buy a forgery?
In our world, that is a humiliation beyond bearing!
Well, then who did buy it? I swear to you, I don't know.
But if I had to guess,
I'd say it's Bertha MacDonald.
She's been particularly smug with me these past weeks.
I did buy the Moldavia from Owen, yes.
A beautiful specimen. But I don't believe it was forged.
We have the genuine stamp here.
It was among Mr Paxton's possessions.
So mine is a forgery?
I'm afraid so.
Why would he do this? Owen was a friend.
Are you certain you didn't discover the flaw yourself
and then go to Mr Paxton's house to confront him?
You are the society's official authenticator.
If it became known you bought a forgery
surely that would be your reputation ruined.
When did you realise your mistake?
Just now, I swear.
Additionally, I was in Kingston
the night that Owen was killed if that helps you.
Right this way.
Ah, Mr Seburn. I need your assistance.
Can you confirm that all of these are your work?
Yes.
Except this one.
- That's the genuine article? - Yes.
See, that's the one I made.
The Hawaiian Blue.
To my knowledge, Owen sold that.
Mr Bedard brought that one in.
Detective.
Fingermarks from one of the philatelists match the murder weapon.
Mr Bedard, you were the only philatelist in Toronto
in possession of an authentic stamp
purchased from Mr Paxton in the past two months.
I expect he knew he couldn't fool me.
Or you realised that you had been fooled,
you had bought a fake,
you confronted him, killed him,
and exchanged the fake for the real stamp.
Of course not.
This is outrageous.
Your fingermarks are on the statue that killed Mr Paxton.
Can you explain that?
It must be a mistake.
He did sell you a forged Hawaiian Blue, didn't he?
We have a witness that can confirm it.
When did you realise you had the wrong stamp?
When I was putting it into my book.
The same day you bought it?
Yes.
You realised what he'd done to you,
you went to his home.
There was a party.
Yes.
I confronted him
and he invited me up to his study.
Did he refuse to give you the real stamp?
He went to get it,
but he was laughing at me.
As if he had cooked up this entire scheme
just to show me up in front of the others.
But he was giving you the genuine Hawaiian Blue?
He was laughing at me!
You killed him.
I had the statue in my hand before I knew it.
You then replaced the forgery in Paxton's book
and kept the real one.
No one saw you leave?
The way his friends were carrying on downstairs,
no one heard a thing.
And you made the call to the Constabulary about the party?
I figured that one of the guests would be blamed.
But
I was wrong about that much.
I understand you caught Owen's killer.
We're releasing you without charges, Detective Scott.
That's a relief. I can tell my Inspector
I was called away suddenly.
If we can keep this between us.
I see no reason for your name to be in the case file.
- Do you, sir? - No.
But keeping you out of the public record is one thing.
Lying to your Inspector is another thing entirely.
He doesn't need to know.
What you're doing is illegal.
How does this affect his work?
It compromises him. Opens him up to blackmail.
I'm a good detective.
I've been with the Constabulary ten years.
I can't keep this from your Inspector. I'm sorry.
Sir?
You could have looked the other way, sir.
It's not as though we haven't done so in the past.
If he were to be found out, all three of us could lose our jobs.
I didn't say it was right,
but it is what it is.
Julia.
How was your surgery on Mrs Acton? I trust my notes were helpful.
- They were, thank you. I appreciate it. - Good.
I think it might be best, though, that you address me as Dr Ogden.
I'm sorry?
At work, in our professional relationship.
Oh, I...
It seems I'm to apologise again.
- I didn't mean it that way. - Julia.
Doctor.
Ready for our evening?
I'm pleased your surgery went so well, Dr Ogden.
My patients await, Detective.
Shall we?
Detective Watts.
Mr Walker.
I wanted to thank you for your help with the case.
It was instrumental in catching Mr Paxton's killer.
I'm glad.
Did you need something else from me?
Do you
mind if I call you Jack?
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