"The doors were locked from the inside, Detective," Baltazar said in melodic Portuguese, which Murdoch followed thanks to a prototype translation ledger he’d spent months perfecting. "And yet, the Queen’s sapphire is gone."
As the sun set over the Atlantic, Murdoch cornered the thief—a disgraced engineer—using a combination of logic and a well-timed that jammed the thief's getaway carriage. Murdoch Mysteries (2008) PortuguГЄs (Portugal) L...
Before boarding the steamer back to Canada, Murdoch shared a glass of Port with Baltazar. "Your methods are... unusual, Murdoch," Baltazar remarked. "The doors were locked from the inside, Detective,"
The investigation led them to the steep hills of the Bairro Alto . Murdoch tracked the suspect not by footprints, but by the specific frequency of a high-pitched hum emitted by a stolen Swiss clock. Using a of his own design, Murdoch pinpointed a small clockmaker’s shop tucked behind a fado tavern. "Your methods are
Using a modified —which he had lugged across the Atlantic in a reinforced trunk—Murdoch collected a sample of the residue. Back at his makeshift laboratory in the embassy, he discovered the substance was a rare oil found only in the gear-works of the new Lisbon funiculars.
Murdoch adjusted his collar, his mind already cataloging the architectural anomalies of the palace. His contact was Inspector Baltazar, a man who viewed Murdoch’s "scientific gadgets" with a mix of suspicion and weary amusement.
Murdoch didn't look at the lock. Instead, he knelt to examine a faint, iridescent smudge on the floor. "Not a ghost, Inspector. Chemistry."