Once again, I'm most grateful you have given me your precious time
so that I may explain a little more about my profession
and how it may interest the ladies of your group.
It is not a group.
Miss Scarlet. Group is a noun that conveys neither the purpose
nor the quality of our membership.
We are a cultural society,
The Bloomsbury Ladies Cultural Society.
Duly noted, Mrs Parker.
As I was saying, I would like to give a lecture to your cultural society,
revealing the fascinating world of the private detective.
Brought to life with stories from my own casebook.
My intention is to inspire your ladies.
I don't wish to sound boastful,
but I am the only female detective in London.
Which is no doubt the reason for the calibre of your clients.
The calibre of my clients?
It is our understanding that you are engaged by the desperate
and impoverished who cannot afford to hire your male counterparts.
I can assure you I've had many clients who are neither of those things.
Perhaps not, but I would wager that those clients had cases
that were deemed too lowly to be taken on elsewhere.
You were suggesting I'm regarded as somehow second rate.
I'm merely pointing out that if we endorse you,
it may have implications for the reputation at the society.
I completely understand Mrs Parker.
Once a reputation is lost, it's so very hard to get back.
Which is why you can rest assured Mrs. Forbes
that I will reveal to no one
the real reason your son left the Navy.
How dare you!
And you have my word Mrs Woodhouse,
that it will not be from me
that others hear of your late husband's gambling debts,
which are I believe only exceeded by the money he owes
to the brothels of Canning Town.
So how did it go?
Where is he?
This goes no further. Understood?
Fitzroy.
Get up.
I said get up!
You gonna steady 'em, lad?
Look at me Fitzroy.
Look at me.
How many fingers?
Four. No, it's three.
It's three, it's three.
Is that a guess?
No.
I want you to listen carefully.
Detective Fitzroy.
I don't give a damn what you do in your private life,
but when you're on duty you turn up on time in a fit state to work.
Now I have been ordered to turn you into a competent detective and God help me
you will toe the line and do as you're told. Is that understood?
Good.
Clean yourself up man.
I could tell them till I was blue in the face
that I'm hired on merit but does it make a difference?
Of course not.
Yes, I have taken on a few cases
which are not paying the full going rate,
but to suggest that it's
because I'm a woman and somehow desperate is simply not true.
Is it, Hattie?
Absolutely not true, at all.
Although.. - Although?
Although perhaps you should not have upset my aunt like that,
You do not want to make an enemy of her.
I've suffered your Aunt's wrath before and lived to tell the tale.
Yes, but this is different.
You embarrassed her in front of her ladies of the Cultural Society,
her very best friends.
I suppose it's nice to hear that she actually likes somebody.
Oh no, she loaths them,
but you must be on your guard, Eliza.
My aunt does have friends in high places
and mark my words she will seek revenge.
Do any of these friends in high places wear top hats?
I do not know a Mrs Parker
I have come to see you on my own volition.
Well, in that case,
How may I help you, Mr Swab?
I am a partner at Swab and Durstin, an insurance firm
based in Holborn. We provide cover for the lives
and properties of our clients, protecting them from
all the slings and arrows
that life may throw.
In return for a monthly fee,
they receive an insurance policy, which means..
I believe I understand how the insurance industry works, Mr Swab.
What is it I can do for you?
Last night an item of considerable value was stolen
from one of our policyholders.
A sketch of the alscalapha odorata or black witch moth
drawn from life on the Galapagos Islands in 1835.
During Darwin's voyage?
Most of the Galapagos sketches were drawn
by the expedition's artist Conrad Martin,
but this was by Charles Darwin himself.
As you can imagine, the value of his artwork
has soared since his death earlier this year,
and as such we are facing a significant payout.
Just to be clear, I will be charging the full going rate.
I would expect nothing less.
Good.
So tell me Mr. Swab..
Where was this sketch stolen?
No sign of forced entry and no other exhibit stolen.
Whoever did this knew what they were looking for,
but why go to the bother to take the sketch out of the frame?
What does this tell you?
When I ask a question, I expect an answer,
Detective Fitzroy - Yes, Sir.
You must learn to analyse a crime scene
and that involves more than just taking notes.
Start using your initiative man.
The fact that they didn't take the frame means they had time.
There was no panic to snatch and grab, Sir.
Good.
What was it called again, the moth?
Alscalapha odorata.
Found in central and south America
it's believed by some native cultures to be a harbinger of death and destruction.
Miss Scarlet.
Inspector Wellington.
I take it this isn't a coincidence.
I've been hired by the insurance company to investigate the theft of the Darwin sketch.
And what do they think I'm doing?
This may come as a surprise Inspector Wellington
but myself and my client did not discuss you.
We're done here.
We have other lines of enquiry to pursue.
Such as?
I must understand that you're asking for my help... already?
I'm merely making polite conversation.
Although given the circumstances, I can see how that can be misconstrued.
After all, we are in competition, are we not?
The owner of the museum is Hannah Garret.
Where would I find her?
Is this another request for help or are we still making polite conversation?
Detective Fitzroy.
Sir, are you and her...?
No, and your handwriting's illegible.
I'm afraid we are closed for the day.
We'll reopen in the morning.
Miss Garret.
Yes, my name is Miss Scarlet.
I'm here on behalf of your insurance.
It's standard practice for an insurance company
to carry out their investigation.
And they sent a woman?
Meaning?
Meaning you would be better placed to gain my trust.
Do they really suspect me of stealing the sketch myself?
I was sent Miss Garret for no other reason than that I'm good at my job,
as I'm sure are you.
I am sorry if I was rude.
I run the museum on my own and it is an all consuming venture.
It can make me tired and..
somewhat cynical.
So tell me about the theft.
It happened overnight.
There was no sign of a break in.
Nothing else was taken.
Whoever stole it knew the truth of the matter.
The sketch was the only thing of real value here.
How did you come to own the Darwin sketch?
I attended a lecture he gave at the Royal Institution a few years ago.
I asked him a question on the inherited characteristics
of the Black Witch moth.
He was so modest.
He admitted that he did not know.
But two weeks later a package arrived with a letter
answering my question and..
the sketch he'd drawn on the Galapagos.
Thomas was furious.
Thomas?
My husband, Thomas Dashwood.
The naturalist.
He has an impressive reputation.
He used to encourage my passion for science,
but as my knowledge grew,
so did his displeasure.
He wanted a pupil, not a partner.
When I set up the museum
he resented me for it.
But do you go by your your maiden name of Garret?
You're divorced?
Separated.
I would divorce, but..
the costs, both financial and otherwise..
Let's just say it is a high price to pay.
So where would I find your husband?
Careful with that.
Just one of those is worth more than your yearly wage.
Sorry Sir.
There's a lady here.
Mr. Dashwood?
My name's Eliza Scarlet.
Whoever you are, it is customary to wait until invited in.
Sorry Sir.
How many times have I told you - that maid must be dismissed?
Many times.
Forgive the intrusion Mr Dashwood,
but I hoped you might have a spare moment to talk.
I most certainly do not.
I'm giving a lecture at the Royal Institution
and yet again I'm behind schedule.
Take those out to the carriage.
It concerns your wife.
I'm attempting to recover the Darwin sketch.
The sole intention of that woman is to humiliate and antagonise me.
I've already spoken to the police and will not explain myself to you,
whoever the hell you are.
If you want to speak to me about my wife, get yourself a lawyer.
You saw yourself in.
You can see yourself out.
I would say he's not normally like this, but that would be a lie.
Who are you exactly?
I'm a private investigator.
So you're good with clues:
'ostentatiously lofty in style'
- begins with the letter B.
A word puzzle makes the day go faster.
That and a bottle of schnapps.
Can I get you something?
A new pair of lungs.
Thank you, thank you.
Please sit.
Usually I receive a look of disdain when I light my pipe.
Never quite sure whether it is the fact that I am a lady and smoking
or that I'm an unwell lady and smoking.
It could be just that I'm German.
I've lived here for 50 years,
yet still treated like a foreigner.
I would wager it's all three of those things.
A female private detective, now that is a puzzle.
Well, I've been employed by the insurance company
to investigate Miss Garret's Darwin sketch.
Last I heard my daughter in law's name was still Dashwood.
But if you wish to deal with my son,
you will have to have more assertiveness than that, young lady.
He is .. - Bombastic
I beg your pardon? - 'Ostentatiously lofty in style'
Bombastic
Bombastic!
Yes, it is a good job you were here, Miss Scarlet.
You finish it.
My son does not approve of my penchant for word play.
I believe
I should take a nap.
I will have my maid see you out.
Why?
Sorry..
Excuse me..
Hattie..
what on earth is going on?
I have no idea.
I just popped in to say hello and I found them waiting outside.
They keep saying they found it.
They found it.
Found what?
They're all fakes.
You don't say?
And why send them your office?
The advert on the bottom of page 5.
Stolen sketch of the black witch moth by Mr Charles Darwin.
A reward of £1000 is offered
for its safe return to Miss Eliza Scarlet of 43 Ebury Lane, London.
It wasn't me who placed it.
The sketch is worth £500, yet this offer is twice that amount.
Unless of course Miss Garret had a sentimental attachment to it.
Perhaps it was worth placing the advert.
I doubt she has that kind of money.
And even if she did,
why use my address and not the museum's?
She's not my client. The insurance company are.
Which is curious in itself.
What is?
That the insurance company would hire you.
There must be a reason.
Because I'm good at my job, that's the reason.
All I meant is that they may suspect Miss Garret
and they hired a woman to gain her trust.
Where are you going?
I'm coming with you.
Where am I going?
To reception.
I sent a message to someone we need to question.
He should have arrived by now.
Eliza do I need to remind you that this is my place of work, not yours.
Who is it anyway?
A journalist at the Illustrated Police News.
Basil Sinclair.
Please God, not him..
The advertisement was placed anonymously.
We received a letter containing
only the wording and the required date of publication.
When was this?
Yesterday, in the Evening Post,
a little before 6:00 o'clock.
As chief correspondent,
my editor, Mr Smythe came to me.
'Basil, ' he said, 'no one knows more of Mr Darwin it than you do'.
'You must help the police in their hour of need'.
So the advert was placed before the robbery happened?
My heart soars at the prospect of our esteemed publication
being center stage of such an intriguing mystery.
It's not a mystery, Mr Sinclair..
it is a theft.
There will be a perfectly rational explanation to all of this.
Stolen artwork from the great Charles Darwin himself.
Scotland Yard forced yet again
to turn to the lady detective.
Miss Scarlet's not working for Scotland Yard.
I've been hired by the insurance company
who wished to carry out their own investigation.
My dear Miss Scarlet, I feel you may have proved my point.
Is it not precisely due to a lack of faith in the police
that you are hired in the first place.
As requested, Sir, I've been perusing previous fraud cases.
I've secured an address for that art dealer.
Art dealer, you say?
And who might that be?
Let me ask you a question
and I want you to think very carefully before you answer.
Are you trying to make my life difficult?
Sir?
Never show your findings in front of anyone else but me.
Think before you speak.
In fact, better still, don't speak all unless I explicitly tell you to.
You're looking rather warm detective. Are you unwell?
No, Sir, perhaps it's the clement weather we're enjoying at present.
Take my advice Detective Fitzroy.
If you wish to fit in here,
stop using words like clement.
Yes Sir, sorry Sir.
Stop apologising every five minutes.
Alert my cab that I'll be going to Bethnal Green.
Miss Scarlet.
Detective Fitzroy.
Well get to it, man.
May I offer you some constructive criticism?
No.
At times you might be a little more approachable,
particularly with those who are your subordinates.
That nice young man looks like he could do
with the occasional 'well done'.
Have you ever been anyone's superior, apart from your housemaids?
No, but...
Well, please keep your constructive criticism to yourself.
This dealer you're going to see.
I'm assuming he's connected to the black market somehow.
Perhaps someone with previous convictions for trading in stolen art.
Good I'm right.
There's no expression you possess that I cannot read.
William, I know we're in competition,
but when all is said and done we are on the same side.
The side of the law,
We're on the same side when it suits you
and I don't trust you when you sound so noble.
Whoever placed this advert knew exactly when the sketch was going to be stolen.
I'd like to go back to the museum and speak to Miss Garret again,
and I suspect you would too.
We'd save ourselves time if we shared our resources.
You speak to this dealer.
I'll go to the museum and we'll meet up later to share our findings.
No.
Very well.
Then perhaps I'll team up with our journalist friend
and share my observations with him.
And not just about the case, but wider stories too,
like the time you were drunk on duty and lost your warrant card.
How the hell do you find these things out?
People speak to me.
It's my woman's approachable manner.
Fine.
Ridiculous.
Why would I do such a thing?
To claim the money from the insurance and prop up your failing business.
It's NOT failing!
There are leaks in the roof,
paint peeling from the walls
and exhibits falling to pieces.
You cannot afford to run this place, but you're too stubborn to sell it.
I will expose you for what you are.
A thief!
Get out NOW!
I deal in legitimate works of art sold with full provenance.
In fact Inspector, I am insulted that you would even ask.
My apologies Mr Gibson.
I assume that man with 12 convictions for handling stolen goods
and three for fraud might be the right person to talk to.
That was all in my past.
I'm a changed man.
Your last conviction was six weeks ago.
So perhaps you can - what was your phrase?
'Legitimate works of art with full provenance'..
They are.
In that case I shall have to check that is so.
You'll have to be kept in custody in the meantime.
Now I think about it, there is one person comes to mind.
I thought there might be.
Yeah, this is the man you want.
He deals in specialist works of art.
Like the one that was stolen.
I don't know his real name, that's what they call him.
The Count?
Why are you following me?
I wasn't following you.
I lost my way.
You were watching me in the tavern.
Tell me who you are
or I will shoot you in the head.
No, you will not.
Why is that then?
Because there's a police officer standing behind you.
Do you think I'm an idiot?
Yes.
Since you ask.
Was Miss Garret trying to sell you the Darwin sketch?
I know nothing of this sketch you speak of,
but I suggest you tread very carefully.
And why is that exactly?
Because I'm a Basinski.
My family is one of the oldest dynasties in Hungarian nobility.
Am I supposed to be impressed?
Merely warning you that I have influential friends.
I suggest you answer the question
or Inspector Wellington here will take your leg and use it for firewood.
No, Miss Garret was not selling.
She was trying to buy, but I told her I did not have it.
That conversation seemed to take an awfully long time.
That is because she did not believe me at first.
She thought I was bargaining.
She had no money to offer, only a few exhibits from the museum.
Worthless, mostly.
The woman is desperate,
so I told her if I heard anything I will let her know.
And have you heard anything?
Not a word.
Getting rather chilly in here.
Don't you agree, Miss Scarlet?
I think perhaps the fire might need a little help.
Very well.
I have heard one or two things.
About Miss Garret? - About her husband.
They say he pays extremely well, no questions asked.
You want to find that sketch.
I know where I would be looking.
I'm going to a magistrate first thing..
get a warrant to search Dashwood's house.
I'll meet you there.
It's difficult enough without any added irritation.
So I'm an irritation now, am I?
I really mean it's better to keep things simple.
You'll wait for me to contact you with an update on how her research went..
and that is my final word on the matter.
I'll find the sketch, then I will make sure
that your employers know your part in the investigation.
You'll still receive your fee, unless this is more about your ego.
Do you really wish to talk about ego?
Sir...
There's a Dutch gentleman a Mr Lohman,
waiting for you in your office.
He'd like to discuss the Darwin case.
Mr. Lohman
From Woban and Holst, the company who insured the stolen picture.
No, the insurance firm is Swab and Durstin.
Here..
See, I was visited by one of the partners.
I have never heard of such a company.
Describe the man you met.
Small in stature, Welsh accent, top hat
and he had a slight birthmark on his forehead.
Whoever he is, he does not work for my company.
Well if he didn't hire me, then who did?
Why would this man give you a card for a business that does not exist?
It does not make any sense.
Hattie, it's always nice to see you,
but you really cannot keep popping in like this.
It's a very nice card to boot.
It's subtle, that bold embossing. My father was in the ink business
and there was nothing that comes close to my passion than a well chosen font.
Oh well, then perhaps you can help me.
I need to find out who ordered these cards.
Hattie?
You want me to help you?
I mean like an assistant?
Yes, if you like.
I will take you to every stationer's in town, Eliza
and on the way I shall explain the twelve types of calligraphy.
I can hardly wait.
Well?
What's the matter with her?
Sir...
What is it now?
What the hell is this?
We have a warrant to search these premises sir.
My mother is extremely ill and you come marching in...
We were let in by your maid.
I have said all I have to say on this matter.
You've no just cause to be here.
Mr Dashwood I would request that you control your temper, sir.
Right!
Fitzroy... Fitzroy!
What on Earth is going on here?
Ah Wellington. How are we?
Fine, thank you Sir.
How's young Fitzroy getting on?
Actually Sir, he's uh..
he's doing very well.
Glad to hear it.
Commissioner asked me to check in on him. Is he around?
Not at the moment, Sir.
He is out assisting me on the Darwin investigation.
You're happy with his progress, yes?
He still has a lot to learn, but yes..
Glad to hear it. I'll let his father know.
Keep up the good work.
I am acting as consultant
to Miss Scarlet's extremely important investigation.
Given my considerable expertise in the business of stationary,
I do not boast when I say that I have an encyclopedic knowledge of embossing,
calligraphy, kerning,
and the jewel in the crown of any calling card -
the font.
My particular favour...
Was this card made on these premises?
One moment please..
Hattie, may I ask you be more economical with your conversation?
Economical? - Keep quiet!
We sold a book last week.
Do you remember who to?
Mr Reginald Booth
I spoke to Wellington. I understand you wish to speak with me.
I am here on behalf of my clients, the Dashwood family.
I am their legal counsel and as such
Mr Thomas Dashwood has asked me to relay
the sad news of the passing of his mother.
My condolences.
Mrs Dashwood has been ill for some time
so it is not completely unexpected,
but still a terrible blow to her son.
As you can imagine, he is stricken with grief
and requests that you desist from harassing him any further.
Does he now?
He has asked me to point out that he is a man of wealth
who could fund the most thorough of legal challenges.
I would advise that any future communications come directly through myself.
I bid you a good day, Sir.
So the Welsh accent I detect Mr Booth.
I fail to see the relevance.
Is it not customary to remove one's hat when indoors?
I am a busy man with many other appointments to attend, Inspector.
You offend me sir.
Kindly take it off.
This is quite ridiculous.
My car is waiting outside.
Either you take off your hat
or I'll take it off for you.
I believe you know, an associate of mine.
Miss Scarlet.
Well.
Seems you are who you claim to be.
Mr Reginald Booth, solicitor, of 28 Westerly Row.
So tell me why you were impersonating
a Mr. Swab who works for a bogus insurance fund.
I deny any such accusation
and furthermore would ask
if I am under arrest.
If so, you have failed to mention it.
You're free to go at any time,
Mr Booth, just as I am free to go to the Law Society
and report you for fraud.
I have worked for the Dashwood family for some years,
at first for Mr. Dashwood's late father,
then latterly for Mr. Dashwood himself.
I am paid for my diligence and compliance.
You mean you do what you're told?
I do my best for my clients, yes.
and what interest did Thomas Dashwood have in Miss Scarlet?
It was not Thomas Dashwood who told me to visit her.
The Temple of Karnak..
So missus Dashwood was an intrepid explorer,
Very much left out of the history books.
I've done some research and there's no mention of her
among the otherwise male archaeology team.
The lawyer said when her family married her off to a rich,
much older English husband,
he insisted that she stay at home and behave more appropriately.
I can see why she liked you.
Then when her husband died, she hoped to rekindle her passion
for the natural sciences.
Her son was a chip off the old block.
He didn't want her tainting his own career.
Something he tried to inflict on his wife too.
If Mrs Dashwood is the one that got that journalist, Sinclair, involved
then she clearly wanted to create a story.
And yet, I can't quite work out her plan.
It's a puzzle.
It certainly is
No, I mean, there's a puzzle.
The discovery of the Karnak King List
was famous for the race to find it.
It involved decyphering maps, hieroglyphic riddles..
How Mrs Dashwood loved to riddle.
When I met her she was trying to compete a word game.
I helped with a clue.
Maybe the enigmatic Mrs Dashwood died before her puzzle came to fruition.
It's late, we should pick this up in the morning.
I'll see you home.
Seven letter puzzle.
Anagram
Exactly.
I think I know where the Darwin sketch is.
Am I right in thinking your mother-in-law is fond of you, Miss Garret?
She was the only one in that family who ever treated me with kindness.
She came here many times, much to the annoyance of her son.
Is it possible that on one of those visits,
she could have taken a spare set of keys?
Are you suggesting that it was my mother-in-law who had it stolen from me?
We are, but with a good intention.
I trust this is not a tale of kindness.
A story of solidarity and compassion
is rather a difficult sell.
Well, shall we just give Miss Scarlet a moment
to explain, Mr Sinclair.
Mrs Dashwood's lawyer hired me using the name of a bogus insurance company.
Swab and Dustin.
Mrs Dashwood had a fondness for translation and word play.
The name Swab and Dustin is an anagram
for 'Darwin's bust'.
My cup runneth over.
Mrs Dashwood hoped this story would generate publicity for the museum
to bring in the crowds for you.
It's the story of a woman trying to make it in a man's world,
a female detective investigating her along the way,
and a cunning trail
laid by a brilliant lady
who wasn't allowed to be brilliant in life.
Your mother in law wanted to help you, Miss Garret.
I do not know what to say.
You need find no words, Miss Garret.
for Basil Sinclair shall find them for you.
Thank you.
It's my pleasure.
When the story is published
Miss Garret will find business booming.
They'll be queuing out the door.
Much to her husband's dismay.
William, I hate to admit it, but you were right.
It was only because I'm a woman that I got the case.
So?
So I want to be hired for being good at what I do,
not because I wear a bonnet.
Eliza, there is no escaping that you are a woman,
just like there was no escaping that I'm a man.
I'm also Scottish young enough to say that I'm still only 30,
old enough to know better
and these are all things that I use to my advantage when it suits.
How do you use being Scottish to your advantage?
That's nothing like a drunken Scott
to deceive an overconfident idiot at the poker table.
What I'm trying to say is, use what you have to your advantage
just like anyone else does, man or woman.
It's no more complex than that, so do not make it so.
Right, I must leave.
I don't want to be stuck with Mr Sinclair.
There is something in his manner
that gives me the urge to punch him.
Inspector..
Might I trouble you for a ride back to the office?
And on the way I can regale you
with my retelling of this rather delicious story.
I spoke with your doctor.
He said you'll be fine.
You also said you were lucky.
Your heart rate was dangerously erratic.
It could kill you if it happens again.
I didn't tell him my suspicions as to what may have caused it.
Collapsing in front of a suspect was unforgivable, Sir.
I assume you're going to inform Superintendent Munro of my behavior?
And why would I do that?
Anything that you do, it's me who has to suffer,
it's me whose head is on the block.
In his quest to make something of his son,
my father has sought help in a long line of institutions.
His old boarding school and then his beloved Sandhurst
and even a short spell in the Navy.
How did they fare?
I was relentlessly bullied
and they only served to cement my father's opinion
that I am an embarrassment to our family.
And the police force is unfortunately for me, his last hope.
It is a burden indeed to know that your own father despises you.
and..
the opium has gone some way, providing me with some relief.
All I had growing up was a daily beating in the workhouse.
We all have our scars, Fitzroy.
If it's sympathy or after, don't look to me.
Of all the men whose command I have been under you.
You are the most decent man of all of them
and that is why I will do whatever it takes to make you proud of me, Sir.
So what do you suggest?
Put me on administration duty, Sir, I'd be good at that.
I know I can be a decent detective.
I just need some time to learn the basics.
That's a decision then.
You come on time ready to work
and we'll take it from there.
Thank you Sir I will not let you down.
There is one more thing Detective.
Yes, Sir?
Get that bloody hair cut.
Consider it done, Sir.
Miss Scarlet.
Mrs Parker, what a nice surprise.
Never have I been so humiliated in front of my ladies.
What you did was unforgivable.
And I'm sorry for it.
My intention was not to humiliate you.
And the accusations you made - abhorrent!
Accusations based on truth.
I will use every ounce of my influence
to destroy you and your little private investigation business.
I will have my retribution to my full satisfaction
and see you ruined, Miss Scarlet.
These and other thoughts ran through my head after you left.
So you do not think them now?
I did a little research of my own.
It appears your accusations were..
correct.
So.
Given you have proven your resourcefulness.
I wish to engage you in another matter.
These are the gentlemen I have selected as potential husbands for my niece.
As yet she has had no offers of marriage
and is not getting any younger.
In fact I believe she's the exact same age as you Miss Scarlet.
So, I would like a complete dossier on each candidate
and then I can make my choice as to their suitability.
You wish to hire me?
Good day.
I'm confused Mrs Parker.
You declared my clients to be either desperate or impoverished,
unable to pay the going rate, yet you wish to be a client now.
I can assure you I am neither of those things
and I am willing to pay the full fee.
Why me?
Why not go to one of my male counterparts?
There is a very good reason I came to you and no one else.
You are the only private investigator I know
and it is no more complex than that.
Do you not make it so, Eliza?