Queens of Mystery

- [Narrator] Previously on "Queens of Mystery."

- The auctioneers are coming to collect "The Tell-Tale Heart" tomorrow, whether you like it or not.

- Not if I have anything to do with it, they won't.

- [Oliver] I don't even own a baseball bat.

- Step out of the car, please, sir.

- I have to be somewhere.

- [Victoria] Someone beat Henry up last night and stole the manuscript.

- Damn police.

- But I'm more interested in what the thief left behind, a solitary black feather.

Just like the one in mom's safe deposit box.

- [Beth] What if the Raven is back?

- We've got to get down there.

- [Henry] Something wrong with your Aunt Jane?

- Everyone be quiet.

(clock ticking) - I knew something wasn't right.

- Why are your aunts here still?

- Aunt Jane's the one who found the body.

- Of course she did.

- I should have said something earlier.

I killed Professor Rhineheart.

- She's lying because I killed Professor Rhineheart.

(object clanks) - [Matilda] Dr. Lynch.

- [Dr. Lynch] Matilda.

- What can you tell me about the head wound?

- I'd say the victim almost certainly fell backwards onto the corner of the display case.

- [Matilda] So they are both lying.

- Yes.

I've got the proof, but it's gonna cost you.

- You need to speak to Sally Capstan.

She interned for Professor Rhineheart.

(dramatic music) - Reynolds.

Reynolds.

(dramatic music continues) (intriguing music) (intriguing music continues) (intriguing music continues) (intriguing music continues) (intriguing music continues) (intriguing music continues) (intriguing music continues) - [Narrator] There was a time in Matilda's life when the harsh reality of attending the local mortuary was offset by the excitement of seeing local GP and pathologist Dr. Daniel Lynch.

Sadly, that time had passed.

- Reynolds?

Stone.

- Sorry.

Yes, she said the name twice before she died.

PC Foster's compiling a list of anyone with that name who lives nearby.

- Dr. Lynch, cause of death?

By the skin pallor and traces of dried saliva in the corners of the mouth, I'd say she was poisoned.

I'll know more after the PM.

- Put a hurry up on it.

If it is the same killer, we need to stop them before they strike again.

- Sir.

- Carry on, Doc.

(door opens) (door closes) (uplifting music) (uplifting music fades) (door opens) (door closes) - Reynolds?

- I know.

It means nothing to me either.

- I had a one night stand with a drummer of that band we saw at the Wreck that time.

Weren't they called Reynolds?

- Raymonds.

She was a lead guitarist, not the drummer.

And it was a fight, not a one night stand.

- Oh yeah.

- Oh God, I loved the '80s.

- Oh, I meant to ask.

Who did you sell my Brian Flynn first edition to?

- Your what?

- "The Mystery of the Peacock's Eyes."

It's been on display for weeks.

- I didn't sell it.

Maybe I moved it.

Oh, I don't know.

I'll find it later.

(bell rings) - Hello?

I've come to pick up a returns package.

- Hi, Henry.

- You're keeping yourself busy.

- I do a bit of delivery work on the side.

- Mm, but it's not your only other job though, is it?

I mean, from what I discovered yesterday, you have three.

- Dunno what you mean.

- Right.

- Come on, Henry.

We know you're sleeping on the job.

Spill the beans.

(intriguing music) - Thanks.

Allison run off with another man about a year ago.

It's been tough, you know?

Especially for the girls growing up without a mum, and it wasn't made any easier with all the debt she left behind.

- So you took on extra work.

- Yeah, except that still wasn't enough.

So I took on a third job, and I used a shift at the Heritage House to sleep.

All worked like a charm until the other night.

(phone rings) As soon as I woke up, I knew something was wrong.

I knew if word got out that I was sleeping on the job, I'd get fired.

So I made it look like I caught the intruders in the act, and that they tied me up.

(body thumps) I never meant to not miss our vow.

That was an accident.

I was desperate.

If I lose the job, I lose the house.

(yawns) And while it was only a robbery, I thought the insurance company could take the hit.

- Except it wasn't just a robbery.

- And by the time I learned that I couldn't come clean without getting into more trouble.

- Right.

You need to go to the station and ask for Matilda.

Tell her everything you've just told us, and pray that Inspector Thorne doesn't wanna charge you with perverting the course of justice.

- I will.

I promise.

- [Narrator] Although yawning is said to be contagious, Jane Stone couldn't help but wonder if her and Henry's recent bouts of oscitation weren't somehow connected.

- I do hope Matilda and Inspector Thorne go easy on Henry.

- Me too.

- It can't be easy raising those children on his own.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.

I wasn't looking where I was going.

(chuckles) - That's okay.

- My fault.

- Ugh.

(sparkly music) - It has to be around here somewhere.

Come on, Cat, think.

(sparkly music) There we go.

- Thank you.

Bye bye.

- The thieving cow.

(hammer slams) - He's up to something, I know it.

- Oliver McGorrie?

He's just clumsy.

- I'm not so sure.

You are all right here for a while, aren't you?

- Why?

Where are you going?

- Meddling.

- But Matilda told us not to.

- [Narrator] The dictionary defines meddling as interfering in something that is not one's concern.

But, thought Jane Stone, if the activity was directly connected to why she kept yawning.

- Then I wouldn't technically be meddling.

(perplexing music) (door opens) (door closes) (perplexing music continues) - Microfiche records?

- Of the local paper.

I've been to the "Wildemarsh Watchmen" looking for articles about the Raven, but all their back copies went missing when they moved offices.

They said you'd have copies on something called microfiche.

- It's funny.

No one's asked me about microfiche for months.

Then two people request the same articles in as many days.

Come with me.

- Someone else was asking about the Raven?

- Yes, Sally Capstan.

She asked me yesterday.

(intriguing music) (door creaks) (intriguing music continues) (door creaks) (locker thuds) (locker slams) Microfiche are miniature photographs of documents.

You need a staff ID card to activate a search, and you can use mine.

It'll give you a list of where the physical microfiche files are located.

- Do you remember the exact file Sally asked for yesterday?

- Oh, I should still have a printout here somewhere.

Yes, here it is.

You wait here, I'll bring you the files.

(door opens) - You in here a Stone?

- Sir.

- I've had a call you've been pestering the local paper.

- I was after articles about the Raven, but they couldn't help.

The librarian's getting me their microfiche copies now.

- There's something you need to know about the Raven case.

- Yes, sir?

- Sorry to interrupt, but those Raven files you asked for, I put them back in the drawer when Sally had finished with them, but now they've gone.

(intriguing music) - The thing is, Natasha.

Oh, Natasha, darling.

This isn't easy for me to admit.

That is, I've been thinking about it a lot, and I'm not sure we aren't maybe, you know, rushing into this whole marriage thing.

Oh, she's gonna kill me.

(door knocks) Come in.

(door opens) - I, I need a favor.

(sparkly music) - You think whatever it was Sally Capstan found on the missing microfiche is what got her killed.

- It's a possibility, sir.

- Have the room dusted for prints.

Found out who's been in here and who shouldn't have been.

- [Narrator] But the sight of her Aunt Jane's brooch already told Matilda everything she needed to know.

- Sir.

I mean, sir.

Just now you said there was something I should know about the Raven case.

- Did I?

No, it's gone.

Couldn't have been important.

Carry on, Sergeant.

(intriguing music) - Right.

I want an explanation for this.

(birds chirping) - I'm sorry.

I let you down.

- You haven't seen my aunts, have you?

- No, sorry.

- I want a word with you.

- Well, that'll have to wait.

- We have the test results for the coffee.

- What coffee?

- The other day I borrowed some coffee from the security office.

I'm sorry, Henry, I should have asked first.

I've been really tired ever since.

When I saw that Henry keeps yawning too, I couldn't help but think there might be a connection.

- I ran some tests on the coffee and found it was laced with two different types of sedative.

- So whoever stole the manuscript wanted to make sure that Henry was out cold before they broke in.

- No wonder you fell asleep, Henry.

- Still doesn't excuse me lying about the break in.

- No, but given your circumstances, it's maybe understandable.

Does that mean I get to keep my job?

- That depends on whether Sergeant Stone wants to press charges.

- Considering Henry's home situation, Inspector Thorne and I have agreed to let him off with a caution.

- Then it's decided.

If you'd excuse us, Sergeant, I would like to show Henry my plans for a new security system.

- Has anyone seen Victoria Durrell?

- Oh yes.

I just saw her heading home.

- Mattie, I found out something about Oliver McGorrie.

- Right!

That's it.

I want to word with all three of you now.

And Aunt Jane, there better be a blooming good reason why I found your brooch at the exact spot important evidence was stolen.

- I didn't even realize I'd lost it.

- Actually, Matilda, I did need to talk to you about Sally Capstan's post-mortem results.

- Why don't we wait for you by the gates?

- Yeah.

Give you a chance to cool your jets.

- Make it quick.

- I don't think I have ever seen Matilda so angry.

- Well, I'm not hanging around here to get bawled out by my niece.

I'm off to find Victoria Durrell.

- I'll come with you.

- No, wait.

I need your help tailing Oliver McGorrie.

I caught him searching Sally Capstan's locker.

- I wonder what for?

- I don't know.

We need to find out.

- Sally Capstan was poisoned with a lethal dose of camphor.

- Camphor?

- It's used as an embalming fluid.

There'd be a plentiful supply on site for preserving artifacts.

- Thanks for letting me know.

- I did also want to talk to you about something more personal.

(Matilda scoffs) But it can wait.

- Where have they gone now?

(soft ominous music) (door knocks) - I know you're in there, Victoria.

(soft ominous music continues) (soft ominous music continues) (fire crackles) (soft ominous music continues) (soft ominous music continues) Victoria?

Victoria?

- Get back!

- Don't do it, Victoria.

- I'm sorry.

- Ah, you are quite the bibliophile.

- Bibliomaniac.

A bibliophile file loves books.

Bibliomania is an obsessive compulsive disorder involving the collecting and hoarding of books.

- Oh, well, I stand corrected.

- It's why I became a librarian.

I thought being around books all day would satisfy my cravings.

- Mm.

And how's that working out for you?

- I've spent my entire inheritance on books.

When the money ran out, I started stealing them from wherever I could.

I'd been stealing from Heritage House for years.

- But now Matilda wants you to do a stock-take.

I've been trying to put the books back, but there are too many of them.

I knew it wouldn't be long before the thefts were discovered.

- So you decided to destroy the evidence.

- Except that proved harder than I thought.

(gentle music) (energetic music) (chest opens) (gentle music) - The missing manuscript.

- Well, I never had Victoria Durrell down as a murderer.

(light playful music) (light playful music continues) (light playful music continues) (door opens) (light playful music continues) - Remember this number.

0-1-6-1-4-9-6-0-9-7-2.

(light playful music continues) (light playful music continues) What was the number?

- 0-1-6-1-4-9-6-0-9-7-2.

- You're a wonder, do you know that?

- Am I?

- [Clerk] Antiquities and Fine Arts department, can I help you?

- So that's Oliver's game.

- [Clerk] Hello?

- It might also explain how I lost my brooch.

- [Clerk] Hello?

- How do you mean?

- Let's go and find Henry Wade.

I'll explain on the way.

(intriguing music) (intriguing music continues) (lock clatters) - Did Professor Rhineheart catch you stealing the manuscript?

Is that why you killed him?

- I didn't kill anybody.

- So you are denying you stole the manuscript.

- All right, yes, I stole the manuscript, but I stole it five years ago.

I replaced the original manuscript with a facsimile.

Whoever broke into Heritage House stole a forgery.

(door opens) (lock closes) - So?

- For all his so-called expertise, Professor Rhineheart never noticed the manuscript was a fake.

But I knew the auctioneers would spot it as soon as they picked it up.

- Which was the real reason you were so desperate to prevent the sale.

- When my petition didn't work, I knew I had to put the real manuscript back.

I thought if I got in extra early, I could make the swap without anyone noticing.

- Except by then it had been stolen.

- I can't tell you how relieved I was.

Heritage House would get insurance money.

The thief got what he deserved.

And first of all, I got to keep the original manuscript.

- Until I insisted on a stock-take.

- I've been panicking ever since I'd be found out.

I'm sorry for what I did, but I can't help myself.

Will I go to prison?

- Forgery, theft, obstruction of justice.

It's highly likely.

- Do you think they'll let me work in the prison library?

- Thanks so much for doing this, Henry.

- There.

- We need to find Matilda.

- What am I looking at?

- Security footage from this morning.

- Oliver McGorrie stole my brooch and planted it beside the stolen microfiche to put you off his scent.

- Why?

- Money.

- We caught him calling a company that specializes in stolen artifacts and insurance rewards.

- Right.

- Are we gonna speak to Oliver?

- We aren't going anywhere.

You three have done enough for one day.

I borrowed this from the recording booth so you don't have to go back there.

Want to make yourselves useful?

Finish off Aunt Jane's audio book.

(door jingles) - Anyone would think she didn't want our help.

(playful music) - Come clean or I'm arresting you for perverting the course of justice.

You're a former police officer who investigates the theft of rare books for an antiques recovery agency.

I've just come off the phone with your employer.

- I lied when I said I was a retired civil servant.

(teeth pop) (glasses clink) The disguise, the whole clumsy thing, it was so people wouldn't suspect who I was.

I wanted to tell you, but I was determined to be the one to catch Professor Rhineheart.

- Professor Rhineheart?

- In recent years, there's been a number of rare book thefts from famous libraries and museums.

All look like inside jobs, but no one individual worked at all the sites.

The link had to be someone that made regular visits to each of the locations.

- Like a famous professor researching his new book.

- Precisely.

When I heard he was visiting Wildemarsh, I knew he was planning on stealing "The Tell-Tale Heart."

- So you volunteered to work at Heritage House in the hope of catching him in the act?

- Yes.

That was the plan, except he must have sussed out who I was.

I'm certain Rhineheart planted the baseball bat in my car, then made a false call to the police.

The period that I was detained in custody was all the time he needed to steal the manuscript and make his getaway.

- But Professor Rhineheart didn't get away.

He was murdered.

- I figured by his accomplice.

See, my theory is that Rhineheart targeted sites where he knew someone who could help him.

- Sally Capstan.

- As I see it, Sally killed Rhineheart, and then took off the manuscript.

See, I made it my mission to find out where she'd hidden it.

But first I had to delay your investigation and get those nosy aunts of yours out of the way.

- Which is why you stole my Aunt Jane's brooch.

- I saw Sally ask Victoria for help with the microfiche.

After she was killed, I knew you'd follow up on her movements.

So I planted your aunt's brooch where I knew you'd find it, and I was hoping to get your aunts back off.

- You clearly don't know my aunts.

If Sally killed Professor Rhineheart, who killed her?

- That's what I haven't been able to figure out.

But it has to have something to do with a robbery somehow.

- What if Sally didn't kill the Professor?

What if there were two robberies that night?

It would explain why Henry's coffee was laced with two different kinds of sleeping drugs, both sets of thieves trying to ensure he was asleep on the job.

Professor Rhineheart and Sally Capstan could have tried stealing the manuscript, but run into someone else doing the same thing.

- Be ironic if it was true.

Professor Rhineheart, Sally Capstan, both writers, both dead trying to steal an old book.

Authors of their own demise, literally.

What?

- Authors.

That's what Sally was trying to tell me.

- I don't understand.

- Reynolds is an author.

I don't have time to explain.

I've got a library to search.

(intriguing music) Remmick.

Resnick.

Reynolds.

(soft suspenseful music) (soft suspenseful continues) Thank you, George.

(soft suspenseful continues) (papers ruffle) Robin Brunswick.

The 31st.

That was a week ago.

- [Narrator] And it was in that moment that Matilda realized she'd been fooled not by one person, but by two.

It was a double, double bluff.

(soft suspenseful music) - [Thorne] Thorne here.

Leave a message.

- Inspector Thorne, it's Sergeant Stone.

Meet me at Heritage House.

I know who the murderers are.

(windmill creeks) () - [Speaker 1] You could've let it be.

- [Speaker 2] But you should have told me the truth.

I'd have understood.

- [Speaker 1] Truth?

You are not ready for the truth.

No one ever is.

- [Speaker 3] Oh, I can handle the truth.

It's the lies that kill me.

- [Speaker 1] Oh yeah?

Well, is this a lie?

(combatants grunting) (objects clatter) - [Speaker 2] Watch out!

He's got a gun.

(Oliver yells) (objects clatter) - Oliver?

- Oh, I'm sorry.

I thought.

- What?

That someone might be stealing my jewelry?

- Ah, that's what I came to apologize for.

It was wrong of me to plant your brooch inside the microfiche vault.

I am sorry.

I explained everything to your niece, and it seemed to help.

- Help how?

- Well, I'm not sure.

She said something about authors and about what Sally was trying to tell her and then she left.

- Did she say where she was going?

- The Heritage House Library, I think.

- The library, authors.

Yes, of course.

Come on, we've got to help Matilda.

(soft ominous music) - Which of you killed Professor Rhineheart?

(soft ominous continues) - Does it matter?

It was an accident.

- You should have told us the truth.

We'd have understood.

- Like the police did last time, you mean?

- I read your file.

You were convicted of first-degree murder.

- It was self-defense.

He beat me for years.

Do you know the worst part?

Your sentence doesn't stop when you're released.

Prison leaves its mark.

People can smell the time on you.

It wasn't like that with Rob.

He saw me for who I really was.

And when I got out, he was the only one who would give me a second chance.

It wasn't difficult to fall in love with him.

- When did you know the manuscript was a forgery?

- Not until a few days ago.

I was cleaning as Professor Rhineheart was studying the manuscript.

He left the room and I couldn't resist taking a closer look.

I'm not an expert.

I shared a cell with a forger, and she taught me enough to know I was looking at a fake.

I knew the auctioneers would spot it straight away, and they would cancel the sale.

We couldn't let that happen.

Heritage House needed the money from the auction to stay open.

So you decided to drug Henry's coffee to ensure the coast was clear, steal the manuscript, and use the insurance money to save Heritage House.

- All we needed to do was leave a few forced leads to make it look like the Raven was back.

- Which is why I found Robin Brunswick's name on a list of people who'd accessed the stolen microfiche files.

He was researching the Raven for what clues to leave.

- We just finished setting everything up when Professor Rhineheart turned up.

Rhineheart went mad.

It was what Rob could do to defend himself.

(head slams) (dramatic music) He's dead.

Rob panicked.

He wanted to call the police, but I knew from experience that if the truth came out, we were both going to prison.

So we hid Rhineheart in the grandfather clock and agreed to come back the following night to dispose of him.

(clock closes) - Except in the meantime, my Aunt Jane found the body.

- I knew you'd eventually find my criminal record, and I'd fall under suspicion, which is why we had to confess.

- A double, double bluff.

You each gave false confessions, neither of which matched with how Rhineheart really died so as to place yourselves above suspicion.

- And it would've worked if it hadn't have been for Sally Capstan.

- Rob.

- It's over, Kaz.

Run.

Get as far away from this place as you can.

I'll keep the sergeant busy.

(chilling music) - Sally knew you'd stolen the manuscript, didn't she?

- [Rob] She was Rhineheart's lookout.

She saw us leaving together.

- After the robbery, Sally went looking in the microfiche vault for information about the Raven, and that's when she found proof that you'd done the same, proof she used to blackmail you with.

- She threatened to show the police unless I cut her in on the profits.

- You never told me.

(frenetic music) - You poisoned Sally Capstan.

Killing Sally was the only way you could guarantee the truth wouldn't come out.

And with Sally out of the way, you knew you'd be in the clear - Say it's not true, Rob.

- What was I supposed to do?

She would've ruined everything.

(rob yells) (block thuds) (punch whacks) (frenetic music) (Sally and Rob tussle) (frenetic music continues) (lever releases) (chilling frenetic music) - Rob, stop it.

Let her go!

Stop it, Rob!

(pendulum slices) (Matilda yells) (dramatic music) (pole slams) Rob!

Rob!

(pendulum slices) (soft pensive music) Rob.

(blood trickles) - Put pressure on the wound.

Call an ambulance!

- Help me.

I don't wanna go back to prison.

- No, no, oh please.

- I love you.

(somber music) (somber music continues) - Karen?

- Mattie?

(sparkly music) (zipper zips) (indistinct radio chatter) - Any deeper, and that could have been serious.

All done.

I'll pop by tomorrow, check if that dressing is changing.

(pensive music) (pensive music continues) (door closes) (pensive music continues) - So all that stuff Sally told me about the NDA and the auction house.

- A cover story to explain why she pretended not to know him.

- How's the shoulder, Sergeant?

- Fine, sir.

Thank you.

- Quick question.

The feather, the rope?

They were all red herrings.

- Robert and Karen wanted the theft to look like the Raven.

Throw everyone off the scent.

- They'd heard rumors about the Raven, but they hadn't got the details.

- Sally discovered Robin was searching microfiche files for information on the Raven and put two and two together.

- So then Sally hid the incriminating microfiche in a book by an author named Reynolds for safekeeping.

- Right.

Well, I'm glad that clears that up.

Carry on, Sergeant.

Ladies.

(intriguing music) (door opens) - Still volunteering?

- Sergeant Stone.

The council's asked me to stay on to supervisor the sale of the real manuscript.

Look, I'm sorry about trying to fit your aunt up.

No hard feelings, eh?

- Not as long as you hand over the rest of the stolen microfiche.

- I thought Sally Capstan took them all.

- As far as I know, she only took the one I found in the book.

- Oh, sorry, Sergeant.

It wasn't me.

(energetic music) (raven croaks) - [Narrator] As Aunt Jane admired her brooch, the Raven badge found at Edith Bryant's house was among the many corvus-related items that her niece was struggling to pin down.

- Another date with George?

- Open mic night.

- Oh, what's the matter?

I'd have thought you'd like that.

- I do.

It's just this Raven thing.

It's still bugging me.

The police files were destroyed in a flood, the newspaper reports vanished, and all but one of the microfiche files have been stolen.

- I thought Oliver McGorrie took them.

- He says not.

It's like someone wants to erase all proof the Raven ever existed.

I can't help wondering if mom's disappearance isn't somehow connected.

What do you think?

- I think sometimes when bad things happen, to try to make sense of those things, we make connections.

- Yeah, maybe you're right.

- Enjoy your date.

- Thank you.

(shoes clack) (door closes) - [Narrator] While Jane Stone hated herself for keeping the truth from her beloved niece, Dr. Daniel Lynch was about to hate himself for telling the truth.

(effervescent music) - Oh, Beatrice, what do you think?

(effervescent music continues) - Daniel!

- Could you give us a minute?

- [Beatrice] Of course.

- What are doing here?

You know it's bad luck for the groom to see the dress before the big day.

(no audio) There's not going to be a big day, is there?

- I'm sure you'll have one.

One day.

Just not with me.

(pensive music) - It's Matilda, isn't it?

- I'm sorry.

- Do you love her?

- I think so.

Yes.

- Then you better go tell her.

- You're not angry?

- Oh, I'm working up to angry.

I'm currently in self-loathing.

- (exhales) Thank you.

(shoes clack) - Will Madam be taking the dress?

(bell jingles) (door opens) - Inspector Thorne.

- Books.

- You want to sell some books?

- Stolen books.

- You stole some books?

- Yes.

No, no, these are your books.

Victoria Durrell stole them.

I wanted you to have them back.

- Oh, thank you.

That's very kind of you, Inspector.

- It's Derek.

Remember?

- That's very kind of you, Derek.

Was there something else?

- Um, no.

- Good night.

- I'd like to ask out to dinner.

- Did you say something?

(bell jingles) - No.

(door closes) (bouncy music) (crowd laughs) (crowd applauds) - Cynthia, everybody.

Okay, next up we've got a first timer.

Be kind.

Terry Faster.

(crowd applauds) - It's Foster.

- That's what I said.

- Terry?

(chill music) - This is an anonymous poem I found called "Raven."

Rank rebel raven.

Oh, colored as a coal.

Oh, crow untrue.

Flaps he into flight.

Fanning on the wind.

High is he upon his heart to harken tidings.

Croaks he for comfort for carrion he finds.

Cast upon the cliffs the rotting corpses lay.

- Inspector Thorne?

(ominous music) - Filling full his belly.

Fall soon slips yesterday, strife and storm.

Forgotten his captain's charges.

- Mrs. Bryant?

- [Terry] Left in the coffer, the raven wrecking forth.

- Mrs. Bryant?

(drum pounds) Oh.

- Matilda, is everything all right?

- Yeah.

- You sure?

- Yeah, everything's fine.

(crowd applauds) (bouncy music) (bouncy music continues) (bouncy music continues) - [Narrator] It is a central tenant of any detective's investigation that a single lie discovered is enough to create doubt in every truth expressed.

What else wondered Matilda had Inspector Thorne lied about?

And more importantly, why?

- [George] It's that sometimes you found the right person you just know, don't you?

(gentle music) - Sorry.

What were you saying?

- I said you just know.

- [Narrator] And while Matilda's mind raced with a thousand questions for Inspector Thorne.

- Thanks for opening up late, Harry.

My pleasure, Ms. Stone.

- [Narrator] Her aunts were doing everything in their power to ensure the answer to the one question that had haunted Matilda since childhood remained a mystery.

(intriguing music) (intriguing music continues) (box opens) (intriguing music continues) (intriguing music continues) - If Matilda ever finds out.

- We have to pray she doesn't.

- [Narrator] Prayers were also in Dr. Daniel Lynch's thoughts as he raced to declare his undying love for Matilda.

Prayers Matilda would see past his foolish engagement to Natasha.

(dramatic music) Prayers that in this instance were not to be answered.

(dramatic music continues) So as George seized the day, others in Matilda's orbit were left to contemplate life's many missed opportunities.

(dramatic music continues) The opportunity to have grasped love while it was still in reach.

Or conversely to have stopped love slipping through your fingers.

(closest closes) To have admitted past mistakes before those mistakes were exposed.

(pensive music) Or to have confessed to the truth before being forced down a path of lies.

Opportunities that once missed may never present themselves again.

At least not without intervention from a very unexpected quarter.

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