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 .
"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." 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." Detective William Murdoch found himself far from the
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. "The future is rarely usual, Inspector," Murdoch replied