Back at Baker Street, Basil was pacing back and forth on the rug and smoking his pipe. Dawson and Mrs. Judson were watching from the kitchen.
Mrs. Judson: My nerves can't take it anymore, Doctor!
Dawson: Just calm down, Mrs. Judson.
Mrs. Judson: I can't! When he's waiting for something, its pure torture for me every time.
Dawson: I understand. Basil has a strong disposition. You don't have to worry about him.
Mrs. Judson: It's not that I'm worried about him. I just can't stand it when he slowly but surely wears through my beautiful carpet, walking back and forth like that.
Dawson: Oh. I see. But it's probably because he's concerned about Rosa.
Mrs. Judson: It's about time he met someone, and I'm glad he did. Rosa Spellcove has a good soul.
Dawson: And she's just as intelligent and brave as Basil. I wonder how she's doing with her mother.
There was a knock at the door. Basil stopped pacing. He rushed to the door and opened it. But he was disappointed to see that it was a regular street mouse, holding an envelope. Although he didn't notice it, he was Clarence the Crook in disguise.
Clarence: Excuse me sir, but I have a letter for a Dr. Dawson.
Basil: Oh, I see. Dawson, you have a letter!
Dawson: Really? From whom?
Clarence: A Mr. Toffy Martingdale.
Basil: Uh, Toffy?
Dawson: I know him! We were both at Afghanistan together!
Basil: What does he do for a living? Is he a doctor or a soldier?
Dawson: No, he's a pathologist. He studies the nature of diseases and its causes. I wonder why he wants to see me.
He took the envelope from Clarence, who tipped his hat and left in a hurry, and Dawson read the letter.
Dawson: It says he has just returned from Afghanistan and is at The Old Cheese tavern. He wishes to see me. Well, I'd be happy to accept his invitation. Will you be coming to see him, Basil?
Basil: No, I must go to the Royal Academy to find the painting. Perhaps some other time. I'll see you later, old man.
As the two went their separate ways, they didn't see Clarence hiding from behind a lamp post, snickering.
Clarence: Now that those two have been separated, there's no one to help Basil now.
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At the Royal Academy, Basil looked around for a way to get to the attic. Then, he noticed footprints leading to a door in the corner.
Basil: Aha! The game is afoot!
He opened the door and the footprints lead to a staircase all the way up to the attic. The door was locked, but Basil used a pick to unlock the door. The door swung open, and there was the painting of Lady Caroline, aside a few copies and other copies of other paintings.
Basil: Ah, Lady Caroline. I've found you.
Mrs. Ratigan: (darkly) Yes, you did.
Hearing the voice, Basil turned around to see who it was, but a club was knocked on his head. Basil collapsed to the floor.
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As Basil opened his eyes, he saw Inspector Lawless standing over him, arms folded and with the expression of a Cheshire cat.
Lawless: Well, well, well. Looks like the tables have turned, huh Basil?
Puzzled, Basil stood up and rubbed his head.
Basil: Don't you think you owe me an explanation, Lawless? All I remember was getting hit over the head.
Lawless: I probably don't need to say what, it's about you. We were told a homicide as taken place in this room.
Basil: Homicide?
Lawless: Sadly, the lovely young Rosa Spellcove is dead.
Basil: (shocked) What? That can't be right!
The Inspector glanced over to the body beside the painting. Basil got on his knees to get a closer look. The moment he did so, he felt as if an icy claw gripped at his heart. There lay the body of a beautiful young girl mouse with silver fur and black hair, and she wore a red-purple dress.
Basil: (shocked) Oh no.
Lawless: She was found in this room with a dagger through her heart. The very dagger that you held in your hand during the struggle.
Basil: (stands up, frowning) I beg your pardon?
Lawless: It was obvious that when you were found lying on the floor with the knife in your hand, you put up a fight with the young lady, and then you ended it by stabbing her to death.
Basil: Nonsense Lawless! Someone else was in the room when I found the painting! And I didn't see a body when I came into this room!
Lawless: No? Lady Caroline had come to the Royal Academy to meet with Miss Spellcove when she heard shouting from up here. When she got up here, she saw you with the dagger in your hand when you killed Miss Spellcove.
Basil: Lady Caroline said….you actually believe this wretched woman when she has seen nothing of the sort?!
Lawless: Lady Caroline's a well-respected woman to the public, since she's about to become our new ruler, and no one likes to hear anyone speak ill of her! She's already crying her eyes out downstairs when she told us what happened!
Basil: Lawless, I really think your imagination is overeating.
Lawless: That's enough! Mr. Basil, you are under arrest!
Two constables, reluctantly, grabbed Basil by both arms.
Basil: Aren't you going to read me my rights?
Lawless: Should I do that? Well if you insist. (reads a piece of paper) You have the right to take a bath!
Basil and the police mice stared at Lawless like "Huh?" Lawless realized what he just said and his face went red with embarrassment.
Lawless: Wait a minute. That's mine. (switches papers) As I was saying, you have the right to remain silent! Anything you say can and will be used against you in court…blah, blah, blah! How long does this take?
Not wishing to allow Lawless to take him before a judge, Basil managed to free himself from the two constables and he ran out of the room.
Lawless: Hey! He's getting away! After him!
Basil ran down the staircase and out the door. He made his way through the crowd, who were now aware of the events that occurred. They pointed and stared at him in shock and disbelief. Among the crowd was Lady Caroline. She was tall, beautiful, with blonde hair in a bun, with light brown fur, and she wore a white evening gown. She pointed at Basil, calling him a killer.
Basil had no time to object, he had to get out before Lawless could catch him. He ran out of the building and into the dark, foggy city, as fast as his legs could take him. Basil of Baker Street was now a fugitive on the run from the law.
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The next day, it was all over the headlines in every newspaper. SPELLCOVE STUDIO STABBING!
BSI: Basil of Baker Street
Hiram: It can't be true
BSI: Basil of Baker Street
Olivia: What did he do
BSI: Basil of Baker Street
Has gone and done a rather nasty crime
Mrs. Judson: I fear the great detective's in for rather a nasty time
Dawson: According to a reporter, it was rather a nasty scene
Mrs. Judson: And poor Miss Rosa Spellcove ain't so Rosa anymore
BSI: And why ain't Rosa, Rosa anymore
Clifford: Basil of Baker Street has gone and done her in, Impossible
Lawless: And murder here in England is regarding as a sin
Higgins: His fate is in the hands London's evil, legal, knowns
Chorus: It don't look good for Basil of Baker Street
Mrs. Judson: Because all the London women are calling him criminal
Chorus: Basil of Baker Street
Newsboy: Extra! Extra! Daring escape of Basil of Baker Street!
BSI: Basil of Baker Street
As usual has got the sort of in all
He's doing what's best at running rings around the law
Duchess: He's got away with murder and he's got away as well
Sir Evens: And to think I was Basil's admirer
Chorus: And who's the reason for that nasty smell
Basil of Baker Street
I hate to say is really on the run
Olivia: I can't believe this evil deed they're telling us he's done
Chorus: So poor Rosa Spellcove is Rosa no more
And curse the name of Basil of Baker Street
Lawless: He's quite the chiller
Sir Evens: A ferial thriller
Hiram: Aside his pillar
Duchess: A lady killer
Chorus: The great detective, Basil of Baker Street
Basil of Baker Street
What is it at
Basil of Baker Street
The dirty rat
Basil of Baker Street
Rain fell from the sky on this sad, terrible day. Toby had also heard the news and he howled sadly at his window.
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Somewhere on the streets of London, Basil had disguised himself as a chimney sweeper. He was all alone, out in the cold rainy city, with nowhere to go to.
Basil: Brilliant! I've been framed for murder and I'm on the run from the law. The whole city, even my friends and allies, are against me. I should've known something was up. What a fool I am. That wretched woman, Caroline! She was the one who set me up! And Rosa, how could she do away with someone like her?
A woman is a mystery that we know cannot be solved
And that's why I resolved the resolution I resolve
A woman is a case of in one which should not get
Involved for if one does one's resolution tends to get dissolved
A man thinks much more clearly on his own
I need to solve this mystery alone
Alone, alone, alone
There is no reason to speak of love
If there is no love to speak of
There is no reason to talk of spring
After all spring is just another season
There is no reason to think of her
Who's to say I've got to
But every time I think of her
I see no reason not to
There is no reason to change my life
To let her rearrange my life
But wiser men then I have learned
That where a woman is concerned
There is no reason
No reason, no reason, no reason
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Elsewhere in the sewers, Rosa had woken up in dark dungeon. The sleeves of her dress were ripped off, and parts of her dress were torn, exposing her legs. And there were bruises on her forehead, wrists, and legs.
Rosa: Where am I? How did I get here? That's right! Mama!
She tried to open the door, but it was locked. She couldn't get out. Clarence stuck his face through the bars of the door.
Clarence: Too late, girlie! You can't get out!
Rosa: Where's mama?
Clarence: Your mummy's gone and done a little job. She got Basil in trouble for your death, or your sister's as it is, and now the police are after him. And the sooner we find him, he's done for.
He cackled as he left. Rosa leaned against the wall and slid down to the ground, shocked by what she heard. As she broke down into tears, she suddenly began to imagine herself in London on a bright sunny day, with her sister Mara at her side, along with Olivia, Dawson, the Irregulars, and Basil most of all.
Rosa: I am somewhere I have never been before
Seeing things I have never seen before
Thinking different thoughts
Singing different songs
And wondering why my heart belongs
Without fire there can be no flame
Without players there can be no game
Without Shakespeare there'd be no to be or not to be
Without him there can be no me
Without day there can be no night
Without wrong there can be no right
Without evil there can be no good of great decree
Without him there can be no me
Without light no dark
Without Noah no Ark
Without him no spark to leave my gloom
Without hope no chance
Without Paris no France
Without him no romance in life
I assume
Without love there can be no hate
Good at will both decide my fate
Without him no mystery to which I am the key
Without him no moment's only he can guarantee
So all in all as far as I can see
Without him there can be no me
Her little fantasy fades away as Rosa burst into tears.
Outside the dungeon, a mysterious mouse dressed in a black coat, black pants, black shoes, and with a black bowler hat, and with a gray face and large dark eyes, was lurking around the sewers when he, or she, heard Rosa's singing. Her eyes flash fire as she knows what to do. She creeps past the guards and crawls down the drain grate to get help.