Constable George Crabtree enlisted the help of Constable Henry Higgins to get Councillor Best to the holding cell. "Let's see you wander off now," Crabtree said as he pulled a blanket over the man's shoulders once they got him onto the cot. Both constables left the cell, locking it behind them. George stood and looked at the man and nodded.

"What are you thinking about, George?" Higgins asked.

"Goats that faint. You should really read more, Henry," Crabtree quipped. "There's a whole other world out there," he motioned with his right hand as if he painted an imaginary rainbow.

"Yeah, sure," Higgins snorted. "How do you know what's been written is true?" he questioned George as they walked back to the bullpen.

"That's a very good point, Henry. I'll have to think about that," George said as he pondered the question they arrived at their destination.

Henry quickly sat down and resumed what he was doing, but George got called into Murdoch's office, "Yes, Sir?" he asked.

"George, we're going to pay Mrs. Best a visit and then we're going to the town hall. Let's get to out bicycles, shall we," Murdoch smiled.

"Certainly, Sir. But I doubt we'll find anything at the town hall," the Constable noted.

"George, I am certain that the key to all of this lay in Councillor Best's office. Somewhere," the Detective stated. Crabtree shrugged as he couldn't dispute the fact that there was a missing link to Best and the found items that were taken from the University. George followed the Detective out to the back alley behind Station House No.4 where their bikes were parked. They quickly mounted them and were on their way.

The ride over to the Best residence was fairly swift and uneventful. Both men parked their bicycles at the curb; against the large maple tree. "Mrs. Best is going to streaming mad," George sighed. "She wasn't pleased to see Henry and me the last time," he added.

"Well, Mrs. Best might be more interested once we tall her about her husband," William looked at Crabtree. "We'll just see how much she loves her husband," he added as they strolled to the front door.

"I'll be glad when this case is closed," George sighed as he adjusted his tunic.

"As will I," Murdoch said as he knocked on the front door and waited. He glanced nervously around as he heard movement with in the dwelling. George rocked on his heels as he waited with his boss. They didn't say anything more to each other, but focused on telling Mrs. Best that her husband was not only at the station house, but also seemingly next to dead again.

After a moment or so, the door was unlatched and opened. A very unamused Florence Best stood in the doorway, "What can I do for the Constabulary today?" she asked quite sarcastically.

Murdoch drew a breath and composed himself, "It's a matter of your husband," he said. "May we come in?" he asked as he noted a few neighbours taking a peak at them on the Best's veranda. "It would be for the best," he urged.

Florence back out of the doorway and made room for the men to enter the house and both men removed their head-wear. She fussed with her hair, for she was not really ready for company, "Would you like to sit?" she asked as she noticed something different in the Detective's tone.

Murdoch nodded in agreement and followed Florence to the drawing room, where she motioned for the Detective to take a seat. George chose to remain in the entrance way and watched on. "Now, Detective, what is it?" she huffed as she too took a seat across from Murdoch. She also could see George from where she sat.

"Has your husband ever had a medical issue?" Murdoch asked.

"Whatever do you mean? He's fit as a fiddle," Florence stated firmly.

"Fainting," Murdoch said as he watched the woman across from him. Florence shook her head no. Murdoch explained, "You see, we've ask him to come into the station for questioning on some puzzling thefts, and when he did, he fainted. We thought he had died. Not once, but three times now, during our investigation into this case."

"Oh, that's ridiculous! Maxwell isn't a thief! He's too proud of his public perception," Florence chortled.

"What about the fainting?" Murdoch asked.

Florence narrowed her eyes, "What did you do to him?"

"Merely put him in the interview room," William shrugged. "We wanted to question him about a few things," he added.

Florence said nothing at first but after a few awkward moments she stood up and walked over to the mantle which surrounded the large fireplace at the side of the room, "There was one occasion a few years back. On his fiftieth birthday, in fact," she began. "It was all rather silly," she smiled as she remembered the event. Murdoch glanced over to Crabtree, and both men braced themselves for what was to come. Florence picked up a framed photograph of her husband and began.

"I read about a rather risque party in New York City, where men gathered and a naughty scantily clad woman popped out of a pie," she motioned with her arms. "I could well imagine how the men who were the only ones in attendance reacted," she continued. "But I couldn't dare do that here, it would be too scandalous. Nor would I even try," she looked directly at Murdoch. He nodded. "So I decided that in good humour to throw my husband a birthday party and invited all his friends and colleagues," she smiled.

"How does this connect to his fainting?" Murdoch had to ask.

"Well it does!" Florence replied. "Are all of you policemen so abrupt?"

"I just need to know," Murdoch plead.

Florence made a face of disapproval, but continued with her story anyway. Again Murdoch looked over to George who merely shrugged. "I had hired a cake company to make a very big cake, and then I hired an actress who placed an advertisement in the paper. You see, she was looking for a job," Florence smiled. "The thing was," she said as she moved closer to William, "It was all a surprise. That actress was hidden in the cake and when the time was right, we sang Happy Birthday, and she popped out through the top, tossing confetti everywhere! It was quite the sight." She laughed. "And that's when it happened," she continued to laugh.

Murdoch stood up from the chair, "When what happened?" he asked as he clutched his hat in his hands.

Florence finally stopped laughing. "When he fainted. You should have seen the look on his face," she said as she placed the photograph back down on the mantel. "It was extremely funny, but he came too with some smelling salts," she added.

"And you don't know if he's had anymore of these fainting spells?" the Detective asked.

"Oh, heavens no," Florence waved Murdoch's question away with her hand.

"Perhaps you should come to the police station," Murdoch stated.

"Is my husband all right?" Mrs. Best quickly asked.

Murdoch didn't know how to answer the question and his face showed it. "As I said before, we know of at least three times he's had one of these spells. And currently he's resting in one of our jail cells," the Detective explained.

"Oh my heavens!" Florence cupped her cheeks with her hands. "I'll have to get dressed to go there. I can't just go looking like this," she said looking down at her everyday dress. "Which station?" she quickly asked.

"Number four, Ma'am," George said from the doorway.

"I'll get there are soon as I can," Florence stated. "Now if you'll excuse me," she motioned for both men to leave the house. Murdoch and Crabtree did just that. "Ask for Inspector Brackenreid when you arrive. The Constable and I have another stop to make before we get back tot he station," the Detective said in parting.

Florence looked non-to-pleased over the whole situation. "I still say you have made a grievous error questioning my good husband about any silly theft," she added as she abruptly closed the door in their faces.

"Well," Murdoch stated as he stared at the door, just inches from his nose.

"I can't imagine a lady jumping out of a cake," Crabtree's mind was clearly elsewhere.

"Let's think about the case first, George," the Detective sighed as he tried to get George's mind off the cake.

"Yes, Sir," Crabtree reluctantly agreed. "I'll have to tell Henry about this," he said to himself as he strolled down the walkway behind his boss wearing a bemused look on his face.