Good morning, Constable.
- George, what have you? - A skeleton, sir.
Yes, thank you, Constable.
- The circumstances? - Yes, of course, sir.
The workers were digging this pit here.
They found this poor chap about 15 feet down.
They should have left the body where it lay,
but time is money, I suppose.
Indeed.
I'd say he's been down there some time, sir.
Mm, yes. About 30 years or so, I'd say.
30 years?
Yes, he was buried under a landfill.
If I'm not mistaken,
there were once docks here for passenger boats.
Interesting.
Perhaps he was expecting trouble.
Indeed.
His pocket flask has held up well.
And, sir, it appears those chains
were wrapped around his entire body.
In that case, George, however he went into the water,
I'd say it's safe to assume
someone didn't want him coming back up.
A Philadelphia Deringer manufactured in 1862,
the same type of gun used to kill Abraham Lincoln.
When was the dock filled in?
1865.
So our man was murdered between '62 and '65.
That's 35 years ago.
Probably just some rummy who got rolled.
This flask is full.
Oh! Bloody gin!
It's filled to the top.
This is a five-ounce flask.
So?
There are only four ounces in it.
Oh, my.
Well, how about that?
"Jerod Hampson and Lynden Grove."
"Mr. Shanly is to be entrusted under my authority
to oversee this cargo."
Which cargo?
And what did this key open?
I have no idea, sir,
but this is signed by a John A. Macdonald.
The old prime minister?
Our first prime minister, sir.
It would appear that this victim of ours isn't just some rummy.
Sir, I love secret compartments.
They're so mysterious.
I'm thinking about putting a secret compartment in my book.
I mean, in the story,
not a secret compartment in the actual...
Sir, a secret compartment in the actual book!
Think about it; you could hide a...
a smaller book.
George, why don't you see if Jerod Hampson and Lynden Grove
are included in the census records?
Yes, sir. Sir, what's this key for?
I don't know yet, George.
Sir, do you think this note was signed
by the John A. Macdonald?
Well, I have no reason to believe it wasn't.
I hear he was something of a tragic figure, sir.
He had a sickly wife who was addicted to opium.
His younger brother was murdered,
and, of course, he himself, sir, was a bit of a--
Run along now, George,
and see if you can find any newspaper reports
on Shanly's disappearance
and if he had any dealings with Macdonald.
Yes, sir. Right away.
Any initial impressions, Doctor?
Actually, I have discovered something of interest.
The lateral section of the fourth rib
had a deep scratch,
suggesting an encounter with a knife.
Could that be the cause of death?
I can only say that at some point in this man's life,
he was stabbed.
Knife entered the ribs
just below the right armpit by what appears to have been
a slight upper thrust.
But, yes, it likely killed him.
I find that an odd location-- beneath the arm.
Shake my hand.
Interesting.
Yes, that could be how it happened.
Yes, which would imply that the killer was left-handed.
Very good, Julia.
Was there anything else?
This is a pile of bones, William.
Consider yourself lucky we found what we did.
Yes, of course.
Sir, I'm afraid there's no record
of a Jerod Hampson or a Lynden Grove
pre-dating 1861.
However, I do think we've found Mr. Shanly.
He disappeared October 22, 1864.
The Minister of Defense?
Top toff then was he?
Which begs the question,
how does a minister in the Canadian government
end up being chucked into Toronto Harbor?
Actually, sir, "begging the question" is a term
for a logical fallacy in which the proposition to be proved
is assumed in the premise.
It's not a question that begs to be asked?
No.
Then why the hell do they call it that?
I don't know.
So how do you intend to proceed?
Well, sir, I believe I'll start with Mr. Shanly's widow.
Mortimer just dropped off the face of the earth.
I'd assumed he'd met some unkind fate, of course.
Do you have any idea what he might have been doing
down at the docks?
None.
As far as I knew, he was in Quebec City,
where parliament was in session.
Did he have any enemies?
He was in politics.
Ones that may have wished him harm?
Mortimer was obsessed with the idea that the Union Army
would attack Canada when the South was defeated.
Ah, yes, a common fear at the time,
one of the reasons for Canadian confederation.
Morty was convinced that the Union government
was spying on him.
They may very well have been.
He was the Minister of Militia and Defense, after all.
Well, do you think that's who killed him then?
The Americans?
It's much too early to say for certain, Mrs. Shanly.
Well, please keep me informed.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I've got to make plans to bury my husband.
Detective Murdoch, I presume?
Yes.
Carson Turner, Toronto Gazette.
Any developments on the Shanly case?
Not as yet.
And now is certainly not the time.
Was anything recovered from the body?
A letter from John A. Macdonald, perhaps?
I'm not at liberty to discuss matters of evidence.
Do you deny finding such a letter?
I won't confirm or deny anything
until I've concluded my investigation.
Mr. Turner, was it?
Thank you for your time.
Good day.
George.
Rather a small turnout.
Have you spoken with everyone?
Yes, sir, mostly friends and professional acquaintances.
I have all their names and addresses.
Very good.
Sir, an old friend of ours is here today.
An old friend?
Terrence Meyers.
We are gathered here today to mark the passing of Mortimer--
So, sir, clockwise from this chap nearest us,
we have Colonel Grodin...
- Army man? - Yes, sir, American Civil War.
Oh, which side?
The South. Told me twice.
He's living in St. Catharines now.
What's his relationship to the deceased?
Friends, apparently.
And next to him, you have Lawrence Cheevers.
Now, that's Shanly's old secretary,
now working for the government of Ontario.
Over here, standing next to the widow and her family,
Bertrand Jacobson, another friend.
Now lives in Toronto.
He maketh me to lay down in green pastures.
He leadeth me towards water. He restores my soul.
He leadeth me in the path of righteousness.
For his name's sake. Amen.
He is at peace.
Let me walk you to your carriage.
- Detective. - Mr. Meyers.
Is there any point in asking you
what your connection is to this case?
Hmm. Well, let's see.
Shanly was Minister of Militia and Defense.
I work for the Ministry of Militia and Defense?
Mm, and are you here
to scuttle my investigation once again?
Oh, it's too late for that. Cat's already out of the bag.
Public demands an investigation.
But it's gonna be on my terms.
There are issues of national security involved here.
Aren't there always?
I want you to keep me apprised of any developments whatsoever.
Call me at this number,
and I'll be at the station within the hour.
Oh, and if you're approached by this man,
say nothing, and inform me immediately.
I was already approached by him.
His name is Turner. He's a reporter for the Gazette.
Reporter.
His real name is Allen Clegg.
He's an attaché with the American consulate,
ergo a spy.
What did he want?
He wanted to know if a letter from Sir John A. Macdonald
had been found with Mr. Shanly's remains.
Uh-huh. What did you tell him?
Nothing.
This letter must never be mentioned to anyone,
especially Clegg.
What's the significance of the letter?
Well, there is no letter.
You didn't find one, did you?
What did you find, Murdoch?
- A pistol and a flask. - Uh-huh.
Anything else?
The contents of the flask.
Well, that's not surprising.
Shanly had a fondness for the bottle,
not by Macdonald's standards, but...
anyway...
remember, Detective,
any developments.
Meyers, eh?
This Shanly business
must have rattled a few closets in Ottawa,
all over this little note.
Well, I didn't give it to him, sir.
He likely would have confiscated the only evidence we had.
Careful, Murdoch.
Meyers has threatened us with treason before
for keeping secrets from him.
Sirs, according to Shanly's schedule,
he canceled all appointments on October 21st and 22nd, 1864.
He disappeared on the 22nd.
Well, something must have been up.
Also, he seems to have had quite a few meetings
with the Secretariat of the Treasury
in the weeks leading up to his disappearance,
a Frederick Norton.
Is he still alive and kicking?
No, sir, I checked. He died ten years back.
But Shanly's secretary
might know something of these meetings.
He's still alive. He was at the funeral today.
Mr. Cheevers.
I don't know why Mr. Shanly was in Toronto.
No one told me anything.
According to his appointment book,
Mr. Shanly had no less than six meetings
with the Secretariat of the Treasury
in the weeks leading up to his death.
What was discussed in those meetings?
I'm afraid I wasn't privy to those meetings either.
But you were aware of them?
Well, they later became the subject of some c-c-controversy.
Why is that?
A rumor circulated that gold bullion had been removed
from the Treasury the day Mr. Shanly disappeared.
Oh? How much?
A million dollars' worth.
There was a flurry of activity in both ministries,
police c-c-confiscating files and such.
And then suddenly, everything was fine.
An accounting error, apparently.
Sorry to interrupt, sir, but there's been a development.
Sir.
George.
Do you think it's coincidence that Mr. Shanly's good friend
Bertrand Jacobson is now lying here shot to death?
- I wouldn't say, sir. - No.
It would appear our case from the past
has taken a detour into the present.
Sir, Mrs. Jacobson said she surprised the killer
going through her husband's desk drawers.
She's confident she would recognize him
if she saw him again.
Very good.
Sir, the weapon lies here as we found it.
- Cap and ball revolver. - Yes, sir.
I haven't seen one of those since my training day.
Training day?
It's been fired recently.
This was standard issue for the Confederate Army.
Colonel Grodin was a Confederate soldier.
Sir, what I find a great coincidence
is that two men killed 35 years apart
both have a wound to this unusual part of the body.
Yes, how does one get shot in the underarm?
One thing I thought of, sir,
was that perhaps it's a defensive wound.
Perhaps he raised his arm thusly, exposing his underarm?
Meaning he knew the shot was coming.
George, perhaps the contents of Mr. Jacobson's desk drawers
will tell us what the killer was searching for.
I'll pack them up straightaway, sir.
It's such a shock.
Bertie and I had been together for 34 years.
Since I was 18.
You met him in 1864?
- Mm-hmm. - Mrs. Jacobson.
Did you know him on October 22nd of that year?
Why, no.
That was the day before I met him.
How is it the two of you met?
Oh, it was...
like a miracle, really.
He washed up at my family's cottage on Toronto Island.
That's unusual, to say the least.
He'd fallen off a fishing boat.
He was near dead and frozen by the time we found him.
I nursed him back to health.
He was a good man.
Brave too.
He almost died in that lake,
yet he went back out fishing every Sunday.
Mrs. Jacobson, what do you know
about your husband's life prior to him meeting you?
I know he was an American, born and raised in Virginia.
Did he fight in the American Civil War?
- Yes, he did. - For which side?
Both.
He was drafted into the Union Army,
but he switched sides.
- And do you know why? - No, I don't.
He didn't like to talk about his past, especially the war.
Yes.
According to your statement to my constable,
you got a good look at the killer before he fled.
Can you describe him?
Dark hair, high forehead,
um, not very tall.
Is this the man you saw?
That's him!
That's definitely him.
Sir, Allen Clegg is on his way.
Look what I've just found in Jacobson's files.
Elvira May.
Who's Elvira May?
Not who, sir, but what.
Have a look.
Elvira May was a steamboat?
A steamboat that sank on October 22, 1864,
one day before Jacobson washed ashore on Toronto Island.
Bertrand Jacobson claims to have fallen off of a fishing boat,
and he washed up on shore the day after
the Elvira May went missing.
Jacobson knew Mortimer Shanly.
Shanly was killed on the docks.
How does Shanly connect to the Elvira May?
Where was the Elvira May going?
According to the papers, it was commissioned
to go to St. Catharines.
George, we know someone from St. Catharines.
Colonel Grodin.
Yes, I knew Jacobson.
We both fought the war for Southern independence.
You mean the Civil War?
There was nothing civil
about what those Yankee bastards did to my home.
How did you come to know Jacobson?
We broke out of a Union prison in Ohio and headed north.
We found a home for ourselves here.
Jacobson carried on to Toronto, and I settled in St. Catharines.
Yes, St. Catharines.
That was the destination of the Elvira May, yes?
You're familiar with that name?
Of course I am.
Jacobson was on the boat.
Oh, I think it's more than that, Colonel.
I believe that boat was on some kind of mission
involving a special cargo,
and I think Mr. Shanly was also involved.
He was.
In fact, until a day or two ago,
I believed he had gone down with that boat too.
Shanly and Jacobson were on their way to see you?
Yes.
Why?
We...
we had business.
What kind of business?
I'm afraid I made a promise never to breathe a word of that.
A promise to Shanly?
He died 34 years ago.
It's a question of honor.
A Southern gentleman keeps his promises.
- Sir? - Yes, George?
Allen Clegg is here.
Mr. Turner, how are things at the Toronto Gazette?
I apologize for deceiving you, Detective.
Where were you yesterday at about half past 2:00?
I was at Bert Jacobson's house.
You admit it?
The truth is, Jacobson was dead by the time I arrived.
But instead of reporting to the police
that a man had been murdered,
you rifled through his desk drawers?
I would have preferred to talk to him personally, but...
What were you looking for?
Information...
on a boat that sank 34 years ago.
The Elvira May.
Do you know what cargo it was carrying?
I have my suspicions, but by all means.
The Elvira May was hired by Mortimer Shanly
to transport four strongboxes of gold bullion
from the government reserves in Kingston
to a Confederate agent in St. Catharines.
To what end?
You have to ask?
Your government supported the Confederate states.
Sir, Canada was neutral during the Civil War.
Nobody's neutral, Detective.
Everyone has an agenda.
Canada's was the breakup of the American Union.
You were under specific instructions
not to talk to that man!
That man is the lead suspect in a murder investigation.
He has diplomatic immunity.
We still need to know what happened.
This investigation is now over, gentlemen.
I don't think so, Mr. Meyers.
I beg your pardon.
We live in a democracy, pal.
You want to shut down this investigation,
show us your letter of authority.
And while you're at it, tell us about Shanly,
the missing gold, and the letter from John A. Macdonald.
There is no letter.
I found it.
And I want to know what it means.
Where is it?
Where you can't get your grubby little hands on it.
4179.
It's Meyers here. Put him on.
Yes, sir. It's as we feared, I'm afraid.
No, sir, I think you'd better come to us.
Thank you, sir.
That was my boss.
And he's coming to speak to you.
I tell you, lads, this year the Stanley Cup
goes to the Ottawa Capitals.
They've just acquired this brilliant chap
from the Rat Portage Thistles.
He used to play cover point.
I'm here to speak with Detective Murdoch.
- Bloody hell! - Ah.
Gentlemen, allow me to introduce Sir Wilfrid Laurier.
- Prime Minister. - Sir.
Gentlemen, we need to talk.
Yes, this is Sir John's handwriting.
Then this note must be destroyed.
But it has evidentiary value.
Murdoch, if the Americans were to get their hands on this,
it would mean the end of Canada.
Apologies, Prime Minister, but what the hell is going on?
- Inspector, we have to-- - Gentlemen.
Now, have either of you heard of the Copperheads?
A loose assortment of Confederate-leaning renegades
who sought to end the American Civil War,
I believe.
Yes, they also sought to create
a second breakaway republic in the American Northwest.
Now, you can see the benefits to Canada in such a scenario.
An American republic divided into three parts
would be vastly weaker.
So it's true then?
The Canadian Government
conspired to fund the Confederacy?
Elements of the government conspired,
namely Shanly and Frederick Norton.
The Secretariat of the Treasury?
Shanly arranged to steal gold bullion
from government reserves
and transport it to a Confederate agent.
But surely even the Minister of Defense
can't simply walk into the Treasury
and check out a million dollars in gold bullion.
No, it would have to be transferred
according to a strict protocol.
Overriding protocol required a special letter of authority
from the highest office in the land.
Why would John A. Macdonald write such a letter?
Shanly lied to him.
He told him a Canadian soldier was killed
taking part in a Confederate raid
into Vermont from Canadian soil.
- The St. Albans Raid, sir. - Oh.
The Americans were already furious about that.
Macdonald knew if a Canadian soldier was involved,
it would have meant war.
Shanly claimed the soldier's body
was smuggled back across the border
but that Union spies had gotten wind of it.
So he requested the letter of authority
to escort the casket home
to ensure the spies didn't intercept the body.
- But there was no dead soldier. - No.
It was all a ruse to obtain the letter of authority.
Which Shanly then used to transport gold bullion
to the Confederates instead.
So who killed Shanly?
We have no idea.
Whatever became of the gold,
the Americans must never find it.
It's proof
of a Canadian-Confederate conspiracy.
The war that would provoke would destroy the Dominion.
But, sir, it was 34 years ago.
McKinley's administration has already attacked Spain
on the slimmest pretext.
Now, on the verge of victory, they'll be itching for more.
We can't give them an excuse.
Well, if it's of any help, Prime Minister,
I believe I know where the gold is.
I believe this map is what Allen Clegg was searching for
at Bertrand Jacobson's house.
Clegg told me that Shanly loaded the gold into strongboxes
and shipped them aboard a steamer called the Elvira May,
headed for St. Catharines.
So the Confederate agent was to receive the gold there?
Yes, sir. But the Elvira May sank.
Jacobson's wife told me that he went out fishing every Sunday,
probably dragging his nets for the Elvira May.
I believe the shaded area here represents the section
where Jacobson thought the boat sank.
Those are American waters, less than, what,
ten miles from their shores?
Why would the Elvira May end up in American waters
if she was destined for St. Catharines?
Maybe Jacobson had the location wrong.
It's possible.
I don't know what we're worried about.
No one's going to find a sunken boat
in a circle five miles wide.
Well, sir, at that shallow depth,
a convoy of fishing boats dragging their nets
would eventually snag on it.
So if the Americans are bent on finding this, they will.
That means we have to find it first.
Sir, surely we can't send a convoy of our boats
into their waters.
There may be another way.
It would involve some untried science,
but I think it could work.
Murdoch, I am loathe to say this,
but I'm listening.
I'll need some special equipment
and some time, Prime Minister.
Not too much time, Detective.
Sir.
Everything we see is the result of light waves
being reflected off of the surface of any given object.
Unfortunately, light waves don't travel very far underwater,
but sound waves do, and the same principle applies.
We call it an echo.
So it stands to reason that if we were to send
strong pulses of sound from our source here,
any that hit a hard, vertical surface
will be reflected back
and detected by our microphone here.
Up to what distance?
By my calculations, up to one mile.
And since sound travels at a fixed rate of speed,
by continuously measuring the amount of time it takes
for the waves to be reflected back to the microphone,
we can determine the distance to the sunken vessel.
To that end, I have built...
the Graphizer.
Hm.
As the sound pulses are collected by the microphone,
they are then converted to electrical pulses,
which move the needle and mark the paper.
Let me try that.
Hah!
You can see my voice.
Very good, sir.
So when is this to happen?
Constable Crabtree has secured a fishing vessel.
We sail tonight.
I can't see a bloody thing.
Sir, how can you tell where we are?
At a fixed bearing and speed, location is a function of time.
Okay, so where are we?
We're entering our range.
Right then, George. Put the microphone in the water.
Aye, aye, sir.
Aye, aye?
I'm just trying to get into
the nautical spirit of things, sir.
Needle's moving already.
It's capturing the sound of the motors, sir.
What the hell was that?
That's our source sound.
I've rigged it belowdecks to sound automatically.
Ah.
Suppose the Americans proved that we tried
to fund the Confederates and these Copperheads.
Do you really think they'd up and march across the border?
Probably not how it would happen.
A bully doesn't pick a fight with a punch.
He provokes it with an insult.
Most fistfights start with a shoving match.
Exactly.
And then they would demand an apology.
If we gave them one, we'd be admitting guilt.
The yellow press would demand punitive action.
Any further denial would be viewed as fresh provocation,
and so it would go.
Until they're marching across the border.
Oh, make no mistakes. They'd hand us our heads.
I think we've got something.
Murdoch!
Cut the engines!
50 yards and closing.
George, time for you to put on your diving suit.
Sir.
How do we know it's the Elvira May that's down there?
We don't, sir.
- Ready, Crabtree? - Sir.
- Good luck. - Ow!
Thank you, sir.
I'll fasten the helmet.
Now, George, you remember the signals?
Yes, sir.
When you find the boat?
- One bell. - Good.
And when you locate the strongboxes?
- Two. - Very good.
Now, remember, it's only 100 feet,
but the pressure will be tremendous.
Don't hold your breath on the way back up.
Yes, sir.
Right then. Skipper.
All right. Take it down.
He's found the boat.
Bloody hell, he's found the strongboxes too.
Bring him up, skipper.
Are you all right, George?
I'm all right.
I found it!
At least we found the gold before the Yanks.
Sir, we're picking up a sound.
Something's coming right at us.
You are in American waters!
Prepare to be towed to port!
Bloody hell.
- Meyers. - Clegg.
We meet again, as they say.
Open the strongbox.
We don't have the key.
Drill the lock. We'll blow it.
Stand back. Shield your eyes.
Bricks.
Nothing but damn bricks!
I wasn't sure that the Yanks
weren't going to lock us up anyway.
We're not made of gold, Inspector.
It's that simple.
But that look on Clegg's face.
What I don't understand, though, is,
how did 240 pounds of bullion turn into bricks?
Maybe there never was any bullion.
No, one thing we know for certain is,
$1 million worth was removed from the Treasury.
If it helps, sirs,
I think I know how the Elvira May went down.
How?
There was a great hole in the hull, sir.
That's how I was able to locate the strongboxes so easily.
Do you think she hit something?
I don't think so, sir.
The hole was splintered outward.
One of the boxes seemed to be blown apart.
So there must have been a bomb in that box.
But who set it?
And what happened to the bloody gold?
According to records, four strongboxes,
each containing 60 pounds of gold,
were removed from the Treasury in Kingston,
then taken to the train in an armored wagon.
What then?
The strongboxes were placed in a safe
to which only the rail guard knew the combination.
The key to the strongboxes
was then entrusted to Mortimer Shanly
after he showed the letter of authority
to the Treasury officials.
Then the strongboxes were accompanied
by Shanly and the rail guard
until the train reached Union Station.
Could Shanly have stolen the gold after that?
Unlikely.
Why would Shanly put the strongboxes
on board the Elvira May
if he had already removed the gold?
Sirs, the rail guard from Grand Trunk
who oversaw the shipment is here.
Ah.
Were you guarding the baggage car the whole time?
Most of the time.
Mr. Shanly told me to get dinner at one point.
Then about Port Hope, I came down with a case of potty trots.
But there was always someone there.
We all took our turns.
All?
Me, Shanly, and the other guy.
What other guy?
I don't remember his name.
Do you remember anything specific about him?
He was nice.
Shared some of his candy treats with me.
We talked a bit.
As I recall, he had a bit of a stutter.
Mr. Shanly intended to c-claim ministerial prerogative,
but this was always of questionable legality.
- So you didn't steal the gold? - How could I?
It was locked up in that safe.
I didn't have the c-combination.
But the safe was opened while you were in the baggage car.
You could have noted the combination, Mr. Cheevers.
There was a guard at all times.
Mr. Shanly was there.
They didn't leave to have dinner?
And I believe you fed the guard laxatives
in the form of candy.
No, Mr. Cheevers, I believe there was a period of time
when you were alone in that baggage car.
And a time when Shanly was alone in there.
He stole the gold.
No, sir. It was you.
When Shanly and the guard were gone,
you opened the safe
and removed the strongboxes filled with the gold.
You then replaced those strongboxes
with identical ones filled with bricks.
You then took the original strongboxes filled with the gold
and put them back in the shipping crate.
Bravo, Detective.
You make it sound s-so easy, I almost wish I'd done it.
Do you really think that I'd have spent the last 34 years
in a boring government job
if I had $1 million of gold at my d-d-disposal?
Sir,
we've struck gold, so to speak.
We found these in Cheevers' basement.
I see you've been to my house.
You sawed through the boxes once you got them home.
What choice did I have?
That's right.
Mr. Shanly had the key to these strongboxes.
You have the key to these boxes?
Why not put your theory to the test?
These bars are made of lead.
Disappointing, isn't it?
Try s-s-sawing through them for two weeks
and see how you feel.
And then try doing it again,
just in case the first was an anomaly.
I obviously didn't steal any gold.
So what's the charge?
Murder.
Murder?
I-I didn't kill Shanly.
I was nowhere near the d-docks that night.
Perhaps, but in order for your plan to work,
you needed Shanly to disappear permanently.
That's why you loaded a strongbox with a time bomb,
believing Shanly would sail on the Elvira May.
You have no evidence.
We found one of the strongboxes
blown apart on the lake floor.
People died when the Elvira May went down, Mr. Cheevers.
First bricks, now lead. Where's the bloody gold?
Could a rail guard have taken it?
No, I believe it was Mr. Shanly.
But you said it wasn't him.
Yes, I know, sir.
At first, I thought it didn't make sense
that Shanly would knowingly ship
the strongboxes filled with bricks.
But it makes perfect sense
if he thought his mission was compromised.
You think he knew that Cheevers
was going to make a play for the gold?
- Not Cheevers. - A spy.
Right?
He thought an American spy was on to the plan.
And what better way to flush out a spy
than to go ahead with the plan as intended
but substitute the lead bars for gold.
Stash the gold somewhere safe,
get it to the Confederates another day.
Where the hell did he stash it?
And how did he do it?
The same way that Cheevers did.
Mr. Shanly observed the combination to the safe,
as did Cheevers.
Later that night, when the others were at dinner,
Shanly removed the strongboxes containing the gold,
but instead of using a shipping crate
as Cheevers did,
he used the coffin of the fictitious soldier.
So Shanly thought he was compromised,
so he brought along lead bars in a coffin.
Cheevers wants to steal the gold,
so he brings along four strongboxes of bricks
in a shipping crate?
Yes.
Cheevers thinks the gold is in the crate,
but Shanly has it in the coffin.
So, gentlemen, where the hell is the coffin?
Mr. Meyers, I believe I know where it is.
Jerod Hampson and Lynden Grove.
Lynden is a small town just west of Hamilton.
The rail line runs through it.
What's Grove then?
Sirs, would anybody else like to--
Come on. Hurry up there, son.
Is this what you're looking for, Mr. Meyers?
A million dollars in gold.
Actually it's only worth about $370,000 now, Murdoch.
Market value of gold has diminished somewhat
since the Civil War.
And what's the government going to do
with all of this found money?
- Oh, well, that's top secret. - Really?
Not really, no. I have no idea.
That's not my job.
What exactly is your job, Mr. Meyers?
Well, that is top secret.
Well, you found the gold, Murdoch,
but you've still to solve the murders of Shanly and Jacobson.
Yes, I've been giving that some thought, sir.
No doubt.
Well, sir, I've been considering
Prime Minister Laurier's question.
What was a boat that was headed to St. Catharines
doing in American waters,
unless it was headed to America?
There was a Union spy on the Elvira May.
He killed Shanly, left him at the docks,
took control of the boat, and headed to America.
Exactly, George.
And I believe that Union spy was Bertrand Jacobson.
Why him?
He knew of the plans to ship the gold.
His wife told me that he fought in the Union Army
but switched sides.
I don't think he switched sides.
I believe he became a spy for the Union Army.
And Shanly's killer was left-handed.
Jacobson was also left-handed.
George, take some of the men over to the Jacobson property.
I believe you'll find the ball--
Ball from a Griswold and Gunnison revolver.
Sir, right away.
So who killed Jacobson?
Colonel Grodin.
You were the Confederate agent
awaiting that shipment of gold in St. Catharines, weren't you?
I know what you are thinking.
I did not murder Jacobson.
I've noticed that you choose your words
very carefully, Colonel.
Murder, that's cowardly.
A Southern gentleman does not commit murder.
But he can kill with honor, can't he?
This is a ball
that my constables found on Jacobson's property.
We've tested it, and it matches Jacobson's pistol.
Is that so?
It was found roughly where you were standing
when you shot Bertrand Jacobson.
You challenged him to a duel, didn't you?
I did nothing of the kind.
No.
That's your answer?
Would you stake your honor as a gentleman on that?
We agreed to fire at the count of three.
He fired first.
And missed?
No.
I dodged at the count of two.
I knew he would cheat.
He was a Union man, after all.
How did you know he was a Union man?
Jacobson told me that Shanly went down on the Elvira May.
Now, why would he lie about that
unless he was the son of a bitch who killed him?
And why would Jacobson kill Shanly
unless he was a goddamn Union spy?
That's why I killed Jacobson.
Well, the country's safe from invasion,
and you've solved two murders in one go.
You'll sleep well tonight, me old mucker.
Yes, sir. I believe I will.
One thing that puzzles me.
How did you know that Jacobson was a lefty?
Well, I surmised that only a left-handed shooter would have
exposed his left underarm to Grodin's line of fire.
In other words, you assumed your conclusion in your premise.
You just begged the question, Murdoch.
Yes, sir, I did.
Oh.
- Prime Minister. - Detective Murdoch.
- Inspector. - Sir.
I wanted to thank you personally.
Your country owes you a great debt.
Thank you, sir.
Gentlemen.
You realize, of course,
the country can never really know the debt it owes you.
I'm aware of that, Mr. Meyers.
Ah, excellent. Till we meet again?
Oddly, this time, Mr. Meyers, I look forward to it.