Phryne, Jack Robinson and others in “Cocaine Blues”

This lavatory’s fully occupied.

Police, open up.

You must be the inspector. Apologies for my urgent call of nature.

This is the scene of a crime.

Well, lucky for you, I’m wearing gloves. Miss Phryne Fisher.

I assume you weren’t close to the deceased.

Never had the pleasure, but by all accounts he was charming. [To Hugh.] Do you think it was poison?

Most likely—

[Talking over the top of Hugh.] We are yet to determine the cause of death. Miss Fisher, I appreciate your curiosity for crime. [He starts to walk her backwards towards the door.]

Well, every lady needs a hobby.

But please…

Given the lack of bloodstains, I assume it wasn’t a violent death, unless, of course, it was strangulation. But the foetal position of the victim, although not terribly well executed, indicated a degree of pain rather than the flailing limbs one might associate with a struggle. And then, of course, there’s the fact that death occurred after breakfast, according to Mrs Andrews, which suggests something ingested? All wild surmise, of course.

Of course. Now—

Do you have a card? In case I need to call the police. Because I’m a woman alone, newly arrived in a dangerous town.

I plan to make this town less dangerous, Miss Fisher. [He hands over a card.]

Good. I do like a man with a plan…Detective Inspector Jack Robinson. [She looks him up and down before smiling and walking out.]