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At midnight, the wicked count left the ruined castle again, charging through

darkness, his eyes glittering like those of a demon, his soul black and

malevolent, stricken by jealousy.

Death his only objective.

All this because some girl will pledge her troth, whatever that is.

She won't marry him, and it's hard to turn to stone. Not that you'd know

anything about passion.

A man possessed by twisted vengeance.

He's got a castle with a moat?

A thousand servants to bring him whatever he needs.

I don't see why he's always riding around in the dirt killing people.

The stench of death.

Unrequited love has driven him mad is all.

You're a phooey on all that. If you want me to stop reading, I will.

I'm only supposed to be staying here while your parents are away so that

Felicity can start teaching me something about running a household.

For your information, Sarah Stanley, reading aloud to the children is a very

important part of running a household.

Aunt Hattie would never let me leave Rose Cottage again if she knew I was

reading this magazine serial.

Get to the fighting and murder, will you?

When he grimaced, his teeth flashed like the razor -sharp canons of half -dark

dogs.

Peasants huddled by their hearths, their doors locked against the stormy dark,

knowing Lord Dune had once more laid claim to the night.

I didn't know he was listening.

Where do you think you're going? I'm going to get Digger, of course. I forbid

it. The Hodgers let their dog run out at night. It was mistaken for a wolf by

Mr. Armstrong.

That's the truth, Felicity.

Well, it's your fault, Sarah.

Well, I didn't want to read it anyway. I wanted to read Aesop's Fables.

Fine, then we'll all go.

Cecil, you stay here and get Digger comfortable.

Hey! I need sanctuary.

May I borrow your door, sir?

Sure, ma 'am. Usually.

Please, hide me.

I'm in grave danger, and there isn't much time.

rampage a fellow's door and walk in.

Where is she? Do I have to snap you in two?

You can't hide from me forever, Amanda Stone!

Hey, this is my place.

Don't you trifle with me, boy.

chase you to the end of the earth if I must.

Who speaks?

It's just a story. Lord Doom is real.

Anyway, he's in England.

We could all be set upon by thieves.

Killed and buried.

No one the wiser.

This is Avonlea Felix, not Montreal.

What are you doing here?

Not done?

He's a mean piece of work, that gentleman.

That's where Captain Crane used to steal rum and money.

Rutherford's a monster.

You're bleeding.

Nothing, ma 'am.

I bet they're going.

He might come back.

I'll take you directly to the constable, ma 'am. We'll let the law handle it.

No, the law will take his side, even though I am an innocent victim.

Please, you must believe me.

But you can't go out into the night without protection. I beg of you, say

nothing of this to anyone.

It means my life.

Gus! Gus, are you in there? Gus Pike?

Gus Pike.

Thank you for your courage.

and your strength in my time of dire need.

I feel certain we shall meet again.

What'd she do that for?

nerve just turning us out into the night without a word of explanation.

She was very beautiful.

What do you know about beauty, Felix?

Nothing. She was beautiful.

I suppose they got that cut on his head.

Maybe Phil had a bet.

That husband probably knocked him in the head and then robbed him without him

even noticing.

Oh, sure. Then she kissed him, praised him for his courage, and ran off into

night. Some robbery.

Of all the people you could choose to rob in Avonlea, Gus Pike is the last.

He hasn't got anything at all. He's nobody important.

You just shut up about Gus Pike, Felix King. You don't know the first thing

about it.

Goodness, it's a treasure.

They're obviously not real, Olivia.

Oh, far too garish to be genuine.

How do you know that?

Why, what if those rumors about old Captain Crane finding a treasure are

Hedy?

Ezekiel Crane? Oh, that man couldn't find the sky lying face upwards in a

in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.

I've never had a shirt with more than three buttons before.

Oh, Gus.

Thanks, Miss Olivia. It's very fine.

Very fine.

Well, you know, Gus, it hardly took me any time at all with my new sewing

machine. Oh, let me see.

Oh, well, no substitute for my own fine hand stitching, mind you. But,

Olivia, what have you done?

I never asked for an abrupt taper there.

Well, Eddie, Gus is a young man, and he cuts a fine figure.

Let us not forget that Gus's new employment is one of service, Olivia,

glamour. I'd never have gotten a job if it weren't for your letter of

recommendation, Miss King.

I'm sure you'll do very well at the White Sands, Gus.

Oh, I most certainly will.

Off you go, my boy.

Remember, late for work, our duties will shirk.

I'm halfway there immediately.

Miss King, could you watch my treasure for me while I'm at work?

Certainly I will.

Good luck.

Goodbye.

He certainly is excited about that new job, isn't he?

Treasure, indeed.

Though I suppose it couldn't hurt to...

ascertain their actual worth.

Yes, I'll take them to the jewelers in Carmody while Sunday air.

Olivia, I haven't seen my magazine by any chance.

Oh, you mean Death Rides by Night?

I don't bother with serials, if that's what you're talking about.

Oh, no, just the occasional recipe and political essays, of course.

Simple enough, boy. You clear the dirty dishes off the tables and refill coffee.

Stop huffing, boy. You sound like an old train.

I ran all the way, sir.

The White Sands, we don't confuse bustle with industry, Master Pike.

Yes, sir.

Get to it, then.

The motto of the White Sands Hotel is guests shall have it before they know

want it.

No, lad, I don't want any.

Well, mister, the idea is that you have it before you want it yet.

More coffee, ma 'am?

Please, show nothing in your face, brave Mr. Pike.

My enemy is nearby.

Act naturally.

Did you get what I left you last night?

Say nothing.

It is the last vestige of my family fortune.

The man who has been following me works for my late father's lawyer.

I am an orphan.

I'm near orphan myself.

Shh.

When my dear father died, the lawyer took the opportunity to take everything,

including my mother, Jewel.

Well, I stole them back, and now Rutherford has been sent to bring them

back. Intense. I should stand trial for taking what has been in my family for

generations.

I am desperate.

I have nowhere to go.

No one to turn to.

Will you help me once again, dear Mr.

Pike? Meet me after this.

You didn't really think that old widow disguise was going to fool me, did you?

haven't got the gems, Robert.

Perhaps not, Amanda.

But never forget, I'm like your shadow.

Patient, dark, and impossible to avoid.

Have you considered, Robert, that shadows are also predictable and

Am I harming you? I think you know my capability.

Perhaps.

You won't be quite so pretty when I'm done with you.

Coffee, man?

You stupid punsy... What? Ah, you're that lighthouse brat, aren't you?

Leverby. Getting a little desperate for allies, aren't you? I'm extremely sorry

for any inconvenience, and I assure you... Fine, fine, fine, fine. Just get

stripling away from me. Of course, he's relieved of his duties immediately.

We'll meet again, sir.

You'd better hope not, boy.

How's your arithmetic?

You could be a clerk at the Carmody Bank.

All right, till I run out of fingers.

Miss King will never let me hear the end of it, losing that job on the first

day. She'll understand it was an accident.

No, I guess not.

Come on, Gus.

You've got to tell me what's going on.

If you don't, Felicity will pluck out my eyelashes one by one.

Put that away, Felix.

Miss King says smoking at a tender age indicates vulgarity.

I should have known you were sent to Skype me out.

My lips are sealed tight as a pyramid.

Question of a lady's honor.

I think this is pretty.

She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

Maybe there's some miracle mixture at Washington that's clean like this thing.

Good afternoon, Sally Potts. We would most surely be honored by your presence

Sunday dinner, Mr. Pike.

That's your house?

Me? Of course, Gus.

Mother's made a special occasion out of it. We're having Steph Goose.

I'm in no mood for jokes, Sally Potts.

But Gus, it's with all the trimmings!

Pike, a moment of your time.

Don't worry. I didn't take no silverware with me.

Nonsense. All a misunderstanding.

I hope you won't hold it against the hotel, Master Pike.

But you just fired me. We'd like to extend to you a complimentary suite. At

least until you're able to find more suitable accommodations.

What? A person of your stature is exactly the sort the White Sands must

cultivate.

Very good day to you, Master Pike.

How nice to see you.

Can we do something for you? I was wondering if you had a shirt cleaner

cleans stains of a stubborn sort.

That don't cost too much?

Don't worry about the cost. Your credit's good here.

It is?

You're out of your league.

In conflict with your betters.

Tell me where the gems are.

Or I'll break your arm.

You need a lot sharper teeth than that to frighten me.

She'll play you for a fool.

Just like any other man or boy in long pants who catches her fancy.

Oh, it's a fortune.

Though the jeweler in Carmody couldn't say exactly what your jewels are worth.

Silly man just held them in his hand and giggled. It was ridiculous.

I need them back, Miss King. Oh, no.

They're securely locked up in the post office safe where they'll remain till we

can consult a solicitor and have them properly deposited in an account for

But they're a gift to me, Miss King.

Oh, my.

So you'd be an idler, would you, Gus Pike?

Well, I'll have you know that a gadabout with money is a gadabout just the same.

Well, Miss King, everybody else is being nice to me. I don't see why you can't

be, too.

Because I am no fair -weather friend, Gus Pike, that's why.

Lord, if you can't even handle a job pouring coffee, how on earth are you

to handle a fortune in gems?

No, no, they stay in the post office safe, and that's fine.

Go on, kick.

I just spared your cooking ability, Sarah Stanley.

How can I concentrate properly on a recipe when you make me read aloud from

magazine all day?

Let's go ask Gus to take us all out for a fancy dinner at the White Sands. He

can afford it.

Gus Pike will soon forget about all of his old friends now that he's rich. You

just see if he doesn't.

Are you mad at poor Gus, Felicity?

She's conceived by jealousy.

She's consumed by jealousy, Felix.

I am no such thing, Sarah Stanley.

I'm just trying to be Gus's friend.

Don't you all see that Gus is in some sort of trouble, and I've no doubt that

woman is behind it all.

If that's you, Rutherford, come out and face me.

Digger. Digger, come to keep me company.

Attaboy. Why does Digger always feel straight to God at night?

Because he always has a lot of fish guts around.

So? Digger loves to rule in the world.

Rutherford fella tried to scare me off of helping you.

But I ain't afraid of him.

Oh, you shouldn't be afraid of Rutherford, Gus.

But I appreciate your help and your trust.

Just by looking at you, a man can see that you are a woman of virtue and

kindness. If she's a woman of virtue, then I'm the Queen of Sheba.

He'll rue the day he messes with Gus Pike, I tell you.

I don't doubt it.

But if you'll just give me the gem.

escape to the mainland tonight.

Oh, they're at the post office locked up in the safe, Miss Stone.

But I'll get them for you tomorrow.

The jewels are hers.

Rutherford thwarts me every turn.

No, no, it's Miss Hattie King that's the thwarter.

I'll do whatever it takes to help you, Miss Stone.

See how noble God is.

He's meant it what he is.

Until tomorrow, then.

Be on your guard.

Tangling with Rutherford might mean you leaving Avonlea forever.

If I was with you,

I wouldn't mind a bet.

The tramp!

Taking advantage of a poor cat like that. He doesn't seem to be struggling.

He must be breathing out of his ears.

I'm going to follow that hattie and demand that she let Gus alone.

I feel like I need to stay with Gus.

Only skull and daggery with no supper.

Losing my patience with you, boy. Out of my way.

Come down up there.

Let's go at it, man to man.

You dickhead. Well...

if you want your friend.

I have to go warn Amanda.

But I haven't had supper yet.

I promised I'd protect you with my life.

You didn't promise her my life.

Eddie, returning the gems to Gus is the right thing to do.

Two women and a handful of jewels in the middle of the night is absurd.

Olivia, I don't know how I let you talk me into this ridiculous gesture.

Betty, you treat Gus as a responsible adult and he'll behave responsibly.

Oh, I don't believe he's home.

Well, I suppose we could leave him a note.

Dear Gus, your treasure is hidden here beneath the doormat. Of course, he

doesn't have the doormat.

I know.

We'll just keep the jewels for him overnight.

We will?

Well, I shan't sleep a wink.

Oh, no.

Well, where is that dreaded boy, anyways?

Betty, you worry too much. This is Avonlea, not Boston.

Come on.

I'll keep them under my pillow, Olivia.

All right. I'm not going to leave them.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Methley, the hour being so late, but I'm afraid I need my

key. We are here only to serve, Mr. Oates.

That certain Mr.

Rutherford was asking after you earlier this evening. I told him you'd gone out.

He seemed most anxious to speak with you.

Oh, I don't want to see him, Mr. Methley.

I'm afraid I can't deal with bankers and lawyers now.

Please, you do understand.

I need to quiet.

Of course, Miss Stone, of course.

Thank you.

Please reconsider, Flint. We don't even know what room she's in.

What are you children doing here?

Mr. Methley, I demand another room number of the woman who just came in

You demand?

Young lady, do your parents know where you are?

Out.

Go home.

Mr. Methley, I'm afraid we must speak to her.

She's in grave and immediate danger.

Write a note, and I will deliver it.

We must deliver the message personally.

It will reflect badly on the hotel if she's not warned.

You could escort us upstairs.

All right, then. In that case, I will accompany you to her room.

This is Miss Stone's room, number 20.

Service! It sounds very important, Mr. Methley.

If she thinks she can buy the affections of a poor boy like Gus Pike, well, a

caring friend won't stand for it.

You know, Felicity, you sound more and more like Aunt Hetty.

Miss Stone?

She has to be in there.

We didn't see her leave the hotel.

What are you doing?

Saving Gus from that woman.

And from himself.

We can't just break in.

You better keep an eye out for Mr. Methley.

I don't know if this is such a good idea.

I know.

I'll go speak to Mr. Methley.

And I'll tell him that we think that Miss Stone is sleuth.

Then he'll have to let us in.

And then we'll go.

Mr. Rutherford? Yes.

Has the lovely young lady from room 20 returned?

Yes, sir. She's retired for the night.

I wish I could count on that.

Beg pardon, sir?

Nothing. I'll take my key.

And I'll turn in for the evening.

If you leave your boots outside the door, sir, our valet service will return

them to you before breakfast.

Ever since you got rich, things are a lot more exciting.

Shh. Quiet, will you, Felix?

It's no bother, Mr. Rutherford.

It's me.

Good night.

She has all these tools.

English skin cream.

Rouge from Paris.

French perfume.

I'll bet without all the plain -of -the -church mouth.

And all these keys.

Vicious, don't you think?

Haven't I said as much from the first we saw of her?

Stop right there, Robert.

I guess you think you've won.

Save your breath, Amanda.

I'm impervious to your wiles.

You don't have the gems.

I'm never going to give up.

And you can't escape.

No matter where you go. Every time you turn around, I'll be there watching.

You made a big mistake when you took on Robert, Robert.

Go get Mathly.

Lever B.

I said Lever B.

I'll have at you again. What's going on here?

Amanda Stone, I hereby arrest you for the theft of the Van Dusen jewels.

You can't arrest no one.

Oh, no, boy.

I'm with the McGrath Detective Agency of Boston, hired by the family.

And what's more, you, boy, are under arrest for aiding and abetting,

stolen goods.

And interfering with an officer of the law in the line of his duty.

So then the bad guy... Lord Doom.

Goes out for these horse rides when it's a full moon.

All dressed in black, killing people.

On account of a broken heart.

Oh.

I know it sounds stupid, but that's the story.

Gus.

Gus, are you listening?

Meanwhile, the good guy, Sir Basil Oxenford, is digging a hole, figuring

Lord Doom will walk along and be captured.

Hurry up now, Constable. I am most disappointed with you. Oh, no.

Teddy's come to wrap you up.

Irresponsible police work, lady Constable.

Look in, Teddy. I'm arrested.

Get him out of there this instant.

Miss King, they're arrested.

Gus Pike is an accomplice to a world -famous jewel thief, and Mr. Methley is

charging young Felix here with trespassing.

Mr. Methley has seemed fit to change his mind.

After a brief chat with me... Here, read this.

Gus Pike, it's obvious. He had no idea those gems were stolen when he accepted

them.

Clearly, that Amanda Stone woman has taken advantage of his helpful nature.

That's not true.

Now, Gus, I'm trying to help you.

I'll never believe Miss Stone to be a criminal. She's been wronged.

McGrath man says you're not the first young lad who's had his head turned by

Amanda Stone.

Oh.

Well, I am sure that the Attorney General will be most interested to know

his constabulary is now taking direction from the McGrath Agency of Boston.

The fact is, those jewels were unaccounted for. They were not in Miss

room, and they were not in the post office safe this morning.

Well, a proper policeman might have considered asking the postmistress a

question or two and so would have discovered that I have the jewels.

Here.

I tried to return them to Gus last night, in fact, but he wasn't at home,

see. Miss King, those jewels are the rightful property of Miss Stone. I know

that. Oh, don't be absurd, boy.

Hurry up now, Constable.

I am most disappointed with you, boy.

Ranging in those ware all hours of the night.

Sorting with ruffians and cavorting about hotels.

Going to jail, of all things.

Just when I was going to feel like a real criminal. That's enough, Felix.

Quick march. Good day to you.

It's written all over her face.

Amanda Stone's soul is black with crime.

There he is with our burglar's jewels.

Gus? Why don't you come and join us for dinner?

I just feel like being alone for an hour.

I've never heard anything so ridiculous.

You're going to moon over this strange woman while your friends are...

Nothing quite like honed steel, is there?

What do you want?

I have Amanda.

If you do not bring me the gems, I will kill her.

I'll bring the body back here.

I'll make it seem as though you did it, and by God, I guarantee you, you will

hang for it.

Amanda for the gems.

Tonight, at the old cemetery, after dark.

Do you understand?

He said if I didn't give him the gems tonight, he'd kill Amanda.

I don't think the police are supposed to do that, are they? Even detectives.

Then he said he'd make it look like I did it.

Do you think Amanda's innocent?

I don't think so.

We should tell Aunt Hetty. No, I can't do that now.

It's too complicated and dangerous.

I have to help Amanda myself.

I can't let Rutherford hurt her.

You can't give him that.

It's all I have.

It'll have to be enough.

I know.

We use Mother's jewelry to save Amanda.

Felix. Felicity, you don't want the blood of that poor woman on your hands,

you?

What about these?

That's just a ticket, Felicity. Now you're getting into the spirit of

Felicity.

Lord Doom has set a price of a thousand pounds on poor Sir Basil's head.

Is that in the recipe section?

Yes, it is.

I'm reading this rubbish merely as ammunition in order to write a letter of

protest to the editor, you see.

I've noticed that every time we try and help someone, we end up in trouble.

Gus?

Who is it?

Do you have them?

Thank you.

Do you really think this is going to work?

Could be days before Rutherford finds out they're not the real gems.

You shouldn't do this alone, Gus.

You need friends to help you.

Too dangerous.

And what if she asks you to go with her?

What? She won't stay in Avonlea.

She'll want to leave.

Maybe she'll want you to go with her.

Will you?

I don't know.

Would it matter to you?

Not in the least, Gus Pike.

What you do with your life is your own business.

But I'll tell you one thing.

As a friend who has some concern for your well -being, that Amanda Stone

is nothing but trouble, head to toe.

Felicity, this is not a fort right...

If you like him, why don't you just tell him? If I like who?

God. Don't be ridiculous.

Well, he likes you.

Really?

I intend to set my sights much higher than a dirt -covered boy who lives in an

old lighthouse.

Felicity King, what a terrible thing to say.

I can't possibly mean that.

I'll thank you to mind your own business.

You think you're the big authority on romance in Avonlea. Well, you don't know

everything. I know what I see.

This charcoal?

If only we knew his plan.

Well, we know enough, I think.

We'll take bigger.

Yes, we hate that detective.

Cecily. I know. Stay here.

And if we're not home by midnight, you go and get help.

Come on, Felix. Hurry.

I haven't finished eating my... All right, let's go.

What would I want, boy?

Where's Miss Stone?

I'm all right, Gus.

Where are the gems?

This way, boy.

Not until I see Miss Stone.

There she is.

There's my property.

Miss Stone, are you all right?

Oh, do as he says, Gus.

He's a monster.

Where are the gems here, boy? Or by God, I'll bash your head against these

stones.

Robert? Yes!

Yes! This is it.

I told you it had to be the boy. Who else could it be?

There's a good lad.

Miss Stone, what's going on?

I knew it.

I tried to tell everyone, but no one would listen to me.

Let go, Amanda.

Mr. Rutherford and I were partners.

We had a falling out. Harsh words were spoken.

Yes, a little double cross, which she now regrets, don't you, my sweet?

Yes, of course, Robert.

He's as tenacious as a bloodhound. I suspect he's in love with me.

Oh, let go!

Let her go, boy.

Oh, he'll hurt you. I won't be able to stop him.

For God's sake, I'm tired of you. I'm going to thrash you within an inch of

life.

Just like Sir Basil caught evil Lord Duman deathwise by night.

Hey, I told Gus about that.

afternoon. I digged that hole and hauled him up. My back's pretty near broke.

I owe you a great debt once again, Gus.

He took me captive and he told me he was going to kill you and I couldn't bear

the thought of that.

Was he holding you captive when you helped him tear apart my home today?

He took me there by force.

And who was it who told him about the captain's secret hiding place?

I wasn't about to believe her again.

That would make me stupid.

I guess I owe you all an apology.

Especially you, Felicity.

You knew from the beginning.

Everyone knows that I'm a shrewd judge of character, Gus.

I was telling Sarah that despite your lack of prospects, your inner strength

would see you through.

Didn't I, Sarah?

Yes.

And I want you to know, I appreciate it.

I'll never again lose sight of my true friends just because of a pretty face.

These aren't the real gems.

Where are they, you bloody fool?

Safe.

In the Morgdale Constable's safe.

Robert!

Robert! Robert!

Robert!

Robert!

Aren't you forgetting something?

Give me one good reason why I should bother with you.

The Morgdale Constable's safe.

Should be an easy job for the two of us.

When I woke up, the

gems were gone.

Should have told the truth about those gems in the first place.

Careful, Er. Don't need another one.

Well, I'll tell you one thing. If mother and father ever find out, they'll never

leave Avonlea again.

I suppose they'll be far away by now.

And good runes to them.

I'm sorry I got you into this mess.

I'm just worried that Miss Stone escaped punishment.

Well, the constable will be after them now. What I want to know is what

to Lord Doom after he fell into the pit.

When the villagers looked down at the cat's crumpled body, his black clothing

stained by scarlet blood in the torchlight, they could see that the fire

eyes was not dampened, and that fire was a fire of madness.

The fire that had sent him out in the night on his bloody rampages to ride his

black horse in search of victims was jealousy for the love of a pure maiden

could not obtain.

gave Amanda Stone, I'll change it to the end of the earth.