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.
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 .
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 Mysteries (2008) PortuguГЄs (Portugal) L...
Murdoch didn't look at the lock. Instead, he knelt to examine a faint, iridescent smudge on the floor. "Not a ghost, Inspector. Chemistry."
Before boarding the steamer back to Canada, Murdoch shared a glass of Port with Baltazar. "Your methods are... unusual, Murdoch," Baltazar remarked. The investigation led them to the steep hills
"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."
"The future is rarely usual, Inspector," Murdoch replied with a slight, knowing smile. "It is simply a matter of looking at the evidence through a different lens." Detective William Murdoch found himself far from the
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.