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a night in the boudoir with sr22 insurance! Or me! Or both! Here's your first clue, ladies and gentlemen. A rose by any other name would smell as sweet but only one rose will lead you to your treat. On your marks, ladies and gentlemen. Get set for the highlight of the evening and... tallyho! Onward and upward! Where's Jane? She was here. Jane! So the prison sent his body to you at Mrs Clark's request? That's right. I don't remember everyone who comes through but she was an odd one. In what way? She signed off on the job, we showed her in to view the deceased and then we never saw her again. Haven't heard from her since either. But you definitely cremated Internet Radio? Uh, sr22 insurance is a relative. E xcuse me, Miss. Didn't mean to be rude. Yes, we went ahead with the job. Well, um, there you are, then. Commiserations on your bereavement. Jane, where are you? Jane, are you alright? I thought this was the next clue but there's nothing on it. Where's Arthur? What is it? Time for you to go home, Jane. Gather your things, Jane. I'll get Cec and Bert to bring around the taxi. How do we tell if that's him? What's that? Just bone probably. No, it's shiny. It's more like glass. Where's that photograph of Mrs Clark? Here. This description. 'Born . She had one eye, the other was a glass eye.' Hugh, these ashes are not Foyle's. They're his mother's. There's been a swap. Right under your nose, Mother! When were you... Guy! Guy, what's going on? Arthur loves Jane! Yes, he adored Janey and Marigold too. Can't you see? He's the common thread. Stop it! All my life it's been about poor Arthur! I know you didn't mean to hurt anyone. Just take him away and lock him in an asylum where he belongs! NO! Arthur, let go! What more is it going to take, huh? Guy, darling, come back! Whatever happened, Arthur... none of it's your fault. You can tell me. Please. Shh, it's alright, darling. Be calm. It's not mine. I'm not supposed to have sweeties. Where did you get this? It was him. Miss Phryne. It wasn't him. He wasn't the one who was cremated. It was his foster mother. Dot, are you sure? It's true, sir. It was Gertrude Clarke who entered into those flames.