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Murdoch didn't look at the lock. Instead, he knelt to examine a faint, iridescent smudge on the floor. "Not a ghost, Inspector. Chemistry."

"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." Murdoch Mysteries (2008) PortuguГЄs (Portugal) L...

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. Murdoch didn't look at the lock

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 . Chemistry

"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."