To Jack, the case at the docks looked to be an open and shut case. A man on a long journey meets his former lover's new lover. A sensation Jack wasn't too unfamiliar with his ex-wife Rosie and her newly betrothed. Certainly all of his encounters with Miss Fisher's former, current, and perhaps even future lovers certainly gave him fits. In any case, it appears that the man traveled a great distance to reclaim his mistress and instead met her new mister instead. He smiled for a moment, 'open and shut,' if Miss Fisher had shown the City South Police nothing else, it was nothing is always as it seems.

"Collins?"

"Yes Sir" Hugh responded getting up from his crouched position by the body.

"What do you make of this?" The Inspector asked holding up a funny shaped button that was lying beside the victim.

"Perhaps it came off the suspect's overcoat?"

Jack turned around to the man they had in cuffs. He was wearing a heavy wool coat, which seemed a tad over dressed for this time of year, but the jacket seemed too plain to have buttons such as these.

"I wager not Collins. Check the deceased for any missing buttons or torn articles of clothing. Then release the body to the morgue. The mistress also needs to be brought in for questioning, but when you collect her please keep the reason vague for now. "

"Will do sir."

"I'm headed back to the ship" Jack gestured behind him to the newly docked Augusta having arrived in port from Germany approximately eight hours ago. "I'm hoping to speak with some of the crew aboard before they make their return. While this seems put to bed, I want to make sure we tie up any loose ends. Will meet you back at the station." The Inspector turned and made his way down the docks.

With his orders given, Collins made swift work of combing through the body as instructed. There did seem to be a torn inside coat pocket, but doubtful the button came from there, but nevertheless Collins noted it. Feeling satisfied that the man had been thoroughly searched, he gestured for the medics waiting behind the milling crowd to come collect the body.

"Take him off to city morgue."

As Collins was about to turn his attention to the suspect in handcuffs, he saw something fall from the body as it was being lifted onto the stretcher and into the van.

"Wait!" Collins barked back to the medics.

Running back to the scene Collins picked up what appeared to be a small scrap of paper and put it into his notebook. He looked up for the Inspector, but he was already boarding the ship. I'll share this when he returns.

"Alright. Constable Matthews let's get this prisoner back to the jail." Collins said motioning towards the awaiting police car.

Jack walked up the long bridge to the top deck of the ship where a member of the Augusta crew greeted him.

"Sorry sir, but the ship is being prepped for its return journey, we can't allow any passengers to preboard at this time."

Jack pulled out his badge and flashed it to the crew member. "I'm not a passenger, but I am inquiring about a recently arrived passenger that was found dead a few hours ago." Jack gestured down the docks.

"Oh, sorry sir, my apologies. How may we assist you with your investigation?"

"First I'd like to verify that the deceased did indeed arrive in Australia via the Augusta. Then I'd like to check his stateroom and talk to any crew that may recall the gentleman."

"Well, the ship's manifest is kept in the Captain's office. I can take you there now, if you'll follow me."

Back at City South station, the two Constables ushered Jules Deroix to his cell. The man had been quiet the entire journey to the station. His eyes seemed vacant and his body suggested utter defeat. Seems odd Hugh thought to himself. In the distance he heard the bell chime at the front desk. Satisfied that the prisoner had been properly secured, he returned to his post, pleasantly surprised with the visitor standing beside his desk.

"Hello Mrs. Collins!"

"Mr. Collins!"

The two newly weds smiled gleefully, enjoying the newness of marriage.

"I've brought you some lunch, I thought maybe we could go out onto the square and enjoy it together. It's such a lovely day."

"Aw Dottie, that's sweet of you, but the Inspector and I have picked up a case. I have to go pick up a person of importance for the Inspector to question when he returns. Rain check?"

"Oh well, that's alright. It's just been so quiet since Miss Fisher left for her journey, I needed to get out of the house." Pausing for a moment. "What's the case? Anything interesting?" Dot said batting her lashes.

"Not too intriguing, a man was stabbed at the docks. We already have the suspect in custody. He was found standing by the man moments after it happened."

"Oh. A dock worker scuffle then?"

"Oh no, looks to be a newly arrived visitor. Poor bloke only made it a few hundred yards before he found himself in trouble."

"Hmmm. What kind of knife was used? Seems odd that someone would stab a visitor, what would be the motive?" Dottie's wheels began turning.

"Haven't recovered the knife yet, but he probably threw it off the docks. Seems like a lovers triangle from what the bystanders overheard during the…"Hugh's voice trailed off only having just realized what Dottie was up to. "no no no Dottie, Miss Fisher is away on holiday that doesn't mean you need to get involved in any murders while she's gone." Hugh said sternly.

"Oh Hugh, I'm just trying to be interested in your day, being a supportive wife and all." Dorothy exclaimed.

"Sorry Dot. I didn't mean to upset you, I didn't mean to imply…" before he could finish Dot set down the lunch and headed to the door "Please ring if you'll be late for dinner and be safe." She said the walked out of the station.

Something doesn't seem all put to bed with that case Dot thought to herself. Perhaps I'll just take a peek at his notebook tonight and poke around just for a minute. She thought she could be helpful, maybe pick up on something Hugh missed and point him in the right direction. This might be a welcome distraction. I thought life would be busier now that I was married, but any life without Miss Fisher around seems a bit dull. Speaking of Miss Fisher I wonder if anyone has heard from her yet.

Dot was somewhat surprised that she hadn't had a telegram from her former employer, from her friend since her departure. Perhaps I should visit Mr. Butler and make sure everything is okay at the house before he leaves for his trip. Maybe he has heard from Miss Fisher.

Author's Note: Thank you to all those that have followed and favorited this story. I hope this second installment did not disappoint.