Freddie was just as loud and red-haired as we remembered. “You need my help on this one? Honestly.” She huffed. “Solving a case is all about asking the right questions and analyzing the evidence.” She pulled a scrap of paper out of her desk drawer and scribbled down several ideas for us. Sherlock Holmes –…

Edward Hopkins’ home appeared to have been abandoned for some time. Crabtree lifted a worn sign that had fallen into the tall grass and stood it back upright in the dirt. Sunrise Pond it read, with an arrow pointing around back of the house. The porch beams had begun to rot, and the door had…

Lochlan Markle lived in a small house in the rural annex area and spoke with a thick Scottish accent. “They’ve recovered my box and what was in it is none of your business. Nosy good for nothin’ colonists.” He slammed the door in our faces.

Mr. Grady lived in a fine home in the east end, as befitted a provincial court judge. “I of course don’t keep any court documents at the bank,” he explained, looking bewildered. “That would be absurd. Our box contained some of my wife’s jewelery. I’m told it was all recovered, though we may switch banks…

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…