4x-xx-xx ep08 Knights Bridge Mystery

Out of the past, phantoms of a world gone by, speak again Mary-Mocko-Tale, the Night Bridge mystery. That's the night. I killed Gardiner. That's the incredible part. I killed him. It is sitting here next to me now. Sitting in his usual chair by the fire, please hear that the old night's bridging.

Actors if nothing unusual had happened. How can a man be dead in the life at the same time? I remember the whole thing so clearly. It was just two days ago, two short days ago.

Last Saturday to be exact. Garden was a landowner that just connected his rents. The banks were closed, so he hid the money in his room here, and his room is next to mine. And it was all so easy.

It was raining that day. It was raining hard enough to drown out the screams of a man being murdered. God, my professor and my son were sitting around the fire. They were sitting now. And I needed money.

I needed it desperately. Enough of myself, I don't count anymore, but for my son, my boy Jack. He's 21 and a man needs money to keep his son in college. I'd done everything I could think of to raise that money.

And even more on various disguises, wigs and make-up and set on the steps of the bank in London to beg for farthingness. And imagine it, me, Captain Cowan, being a beggar on the streets. And God knows rich, fat, rich and alone.

Nobody would miss him. That is nobody but his fat-speak cat. and I had my son, my boy Jack. I remember everything that happened at Saturday night. The three of us, Gardiner, Professor Nelson and myself, were sitting around the fireplace and it was raining.