Livia Todd was a young, dark-skinned woman with a quiet voice and rough hands. “There was a drunk, making friends with the horses,” she explained again. “The man with the wagon told him off and he left just before it all happened.” “Take your time.” She swallowed. “I didn’t see the robbery itself, you understand….

“I was just tryin’ to finish the paving before the shift change,” Cooper Allan explained. He was a worn man, strong and broad, but rough around the edges and obviously tired from the night shift. “I saw the carriage coming, but we’d already done that side of the street. Figured it was fine. That’s when…

Oscar Kingsley lived out of his own blacksmith in the west end. When we found him, he was making horse shoes outside. “His father died when David was an infant, his mother when he was twelve. Care for the boy fell to me.” “That must have been traumatic for the boy,” Murdoch observed. Kingsley did…

The City Records Office had been tucked away in the basement of a squat building along Queen’s Park. The majority of the space was filled with tall filing cabinets, a maze of organized chaos. At the far end of the space, a paunchy, balding man with round glasses sat at a desk covered in papers….

Irving Room & Board was a square, uninteresting building which boasted 10 rooms available by the month for let. Bryson Mitchell held a room on the third floor, the door to which swung open without much aid at Detective Murdoch’s touch. His laundry hung to dry on a rack to one side of the bed…

“George!” Detective Murdoch yelled, storming out of his office. “Where is the man claiming to be Sherlock Holmes?” “Sir, he’s right there in your office–” Crabtree pointed to the visitor’s chair, it’s back turned to the doorway, covered in Sherlock’s famous coat with the deer stalker sat on top. When they rounded the chair to…

Dr. Ogden’s had been lucky enough to swing a brightly lit office upstairs of the Lunatic Asylum. Large windows lined one wall, looking out over the wide lawns where patients could receive art or exercise therapies. “I would dearly love to help you, gentlemen,” she said from her desk and a small mountain of papers,…

Dr. Emily Grace pulled the sheet back over the corpse on her table. Her bare hands were stained with blood, though she had somehow avoided getting any on her blouse or long skirt. “Our victim is Kyle Reynolds, 32. Cause of death was a single gunshot wound to the head at point-blank range. I extracted…

“Well of course the routes and times of armoured carriage transfers aren’t public knowledge!” The manager of the bank was a short, thin man with a gaunt face and thinning hair. “We just have a few questions, sir. About the protocol and the cargo list?” He sighed. “Our branch on Duran is closing and all…

Daniel Hamilton had been remarkably calm at the scene and remained so at the station. While he and the guard were kept apart, his only concern seems to be explaining himself clearly. “The protocol lays out the route and destination,” he explained to the Detective, handing over a paper indicating the path they had followed…