We reach the hotel and barge through the doors. I head straight to the clerk while Crabtree starts asking about Leslie Garland.
"Did any one check in under the name Leslie Garland?" I ask getting straight to the point. The clerk slowly flips through the pages.
"No sir, no one has checked in under that name."
"Bulogs."
"There is something though. On April twenty first a man checked in under the name Peter Fisher. He requested a room next to the Murdoch's."
"How is that odd?"
"Well that room was very expensive and can only be rented to someone planning on living at the hotel." I nod.
"Crabtree! Bring the photo of mister Garland." I yell over my shoulder.
"Sir." he says showing the photograph to the clerk.
"That's him." He says. The clerk gives us the key to the room and we continue to the stairs. We reach the third floor and follow the signs to the room.
"Leslie Garland, open the door! This is the Toronto constabulary!" I pound into the door.
"Crabtree hand me the key." I whisper to the constable. He gives me the key and steps back. I unlock the door and barge through the door. The room was empty mostly, given an open trunk on the bed. The bed was poorly made, probably from being rushed.
"Crabtree, check out the study. I'll check out the bedroom." he nods and continues on his way. I empty out the trunk and open the night stand. Nothing, no evidence to convict him of a crime.
"Sir look at this." Crabtree yells from the other room. I walk in to find him flipping through what looks like an agenda book. "It appears Mr Garland has been keeping track of the Doctors comings and goings." he adds.
"So he would have known how and when to leave the hotel." I say trying to make some sense out of this case.
"Exactly! Also sir I found a fake medical license in the agenda book." he hands me the license.
"Crabtree, you know what this means? Our Mr Garland is targeting the Detective and his family." I shove the book and license into my coat pocket and head back into the bedroom. I do a final sweep of the room, ending with the closet. I pull out all the coats and shirts, grimacing at his expensive garments. Amidst the expensive clothing items there was a strange tube like contraption. I pull it out of the closet and take a long look at it.
"Crabtree. What do you think this contraption does?" I ask the constable.
"I can't be certain sir but it looks like some sort of spy like gadget." he responds studying it from all angles.
"Perhaps Murdoch could shed some more light on this thing." I say pulling the rest of it out of the closet. I almost reached the other side of the room before the end of it popped into view.
"Good lord! That thing must be almost fifteen feet long!" Crabtree exclaims from the other end of the room.
"Bloody hell." I murmur to myself. Crabtree grabs one end of the pole and together we walk down the stairs to the main lobby.
"Police business, nothing to worry about." I say to some guests. We carry the thing down to station house all the while avoiding eye contact with passing civilians. Crabtree made sure we made it to the station house with ease. We walk into the station and Murdoch comes to take the tube from us.
"Higgins, put the kettle on will you?" I ask after the constable while Murdoch takes the thing to his office. He nods and runs off to do his task. I walk into my office and take off my hat and coat. I watch Murdoch and Crabtree through the window as I pour myself a scotch. I take a sip and walk into Murdoch's office.
"Sir." he begins walking around the table to talk to me better.
"This sir, is what I think to be an elongated circumscope. I built a similar on my honeymoon."
"And why doesn't that surprise me?" I retort, sipping my scotch.
He pauses and then walks back to the contraption.
"Based on the size of the circumscope it would be able to peer at the floor above."
"But he was in the room beside you. How would looking up help?"
Murdoch peers through one end of the scope thing and smiles.
"It appears as though he made it so that when you look through this end the light reflects so that it looks to the side not up. That would mean that he could peer into me and Julia's hotel room and spy on us." His smile fades at the sudden realization. He takes a deep breath to control himself but he couldn't contain his anger.
"The bastard!" he says slamming his fists on the table.
"Murdoch calm down."
"No! That man has put my child and my wife in danger, and I intend for him to pay dearly this time."
