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Murdoch didn't look at the lock. Instead, he knelt to examine a faint, iridescent smudge on the floor. "Not a ghost, Inspector. Chemistry."
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 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. Murdoch didn't look at the lock
Detective William Murdoch found himself far from the familiar, gas-lit streets of 1890s Toronto. He was standing on the patterned cobblestones of , the salt air of the Tagus River filling his lungs. He had been dispatched to Portugal to consult on a baffling case: a series of "impossible" thefts within the Palácio da Ajuda . Chemistry
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.
"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."
