This was the ritual. Every night for two weeks, he'd watch another episode. "The Glass Ceiling" taught him about early X-ray photography. "The Annoying Red Planet" introduced him to the charmingly abrasive Dr. Julia Ogden, who challenged Murdoch’s every logical conclusion with a scalpel and a raised eyebrow. The HDTVRip preserved every nuance: the way Julia’s lips pressed together when she was right, the way Murdoch’s hands fidgeted with a small brass pendulum when he was thinking.

The screen flickered to black, then bloomed into the warm, sepia-toned glow of 1895.

But Murdoch saw the scorch mark on the rug that wasn't from the séance candle. He noticed the victim's own watch had stopped five minutes before the official time of death. He used a rudimentary (and wildly anachronistic for 1895, but gloriously entertaining) static electricity detector made from a Leyden jar and a rabbit pelt to find a latent fingerprint on a hidden panel.