Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm sorry. Who?
- Could fool anyone. - Mmm.
The art of disguise is knowing how to hide in plain sight.
Top secret?
Just so.
More bruises...
Which means your blog has a far wider readership.
Yes.
Back off.
People might talk.
I knew I could save her. I also knew that the bomber had given us 12 hours.
-6 - How?
dance.
What?
and you'd have cleared up the fake painting a lot quicker.
Excellent. What else?
He normally falls asleep, you know, but he sat through this one.
- You'll love this. That explosion. - Gas leak, yes?
Jupiter, the fifth planet in our solar system, and the largest.
Why does anyone do anything?
What about the time after that?
- Mrs. Monkford? - Oh, yes. She's in on it too.
- Um... no. - Why not? I thought you'd be flattered.
- Why do you have to spoil...? He's not! - With that level of personal grooming?
- And some beans, then? - Mm.
what are we dealing with?
It must be. It's how he got the tetanus into her system.
Boring!
She threatened to disinherit Kenny, Raoul had grown accustomed
I think Ian Monkford gave a pint of his blood some time ago
I mean, she's left me this place... which is lovely...
the picture was genuine.
Your brother sent me to collect more facts
There's something else that we haven't thought of.
They're quite big. A man's.
Sodden by the river, but still recognisably...
It was an accident. I swear it was.
Wait a second. What about the disinfectant, then, on the cat's claws?
A scratch is almost inevitable. She wouldn't...
Botox is a diluted form of botulinum.
It's a horrible thing to say!
Sorry! I've got to run!
Really!
It was pretty easy to get the thing off him, he was so plastered.
This is...
- The God with two faces? - Exactly.
Inference, the dead man knew something about it,
He was a nice guy, Alex.
Many are actually long dead...
Wait, wait, wait, wait. What painting? What are you on about?
- Hm. There was no ticket on the body. - Then...
Before you ask, yes, it's Monkford's blood. DNA checks out.
And did those whispers have a name?
There isn't.
Are you all right?
I dunno how it happened
But you've not taken anything!
Now we go to the gallery.
- The surprising ones. - Obviously.
He was found at Battersea, yes. So he got on the train?
I've seen her take girls who looked like the back end of Routemasters
Change? Any change?
Yet the soles of his feet and the nascent varicose veins in his legs show otherwise.
Mrs. Hudson and I watch far too much telly.
Jus' askin'
John's trying to find out what happened to Westie, Joe.
find out about his friends and...
Oh.
I live over there.
Something's wrong.
Just... watching a DVD.
That's good, that's a good deduction, yeah.
- I can't. - Can't?
So this is where West was found? - Yeah.
- Goodbye, John. - Mm.
I don't know how it started.
Think it over.
The Hickman's contemporary art, isn't it?
- Don't make me order you. - I'd like to see you try.
...into supernovas...
Not much cop, this caring lark.
- Well... - Got it from Bart's morgue.