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That interfering, overreaching boy.

Reporting to the police.

Talking on telephones.

What I won't do to that boy.

My dear.

Come in, Rat.

for your Daisy Pouncer.

You know the lady?

Know the lady?

She used to be my governess, and she's a witch.

Ah, rats.

And who have you got with you?

A make -so -bold master to present my nephew.

Make a reference to the gentleman.

Hmm.

What will you take, rats?

Well, I do like a drop of rum. Not because I like it, it's poison, but

it, I can't stand the climate.

A drop of rum for rats? Now, help.

Stand there and tell the gentleman what you've seen last night.

Speak up, Al.

What does he say, Rat?

He says there's so many of you here, it's worse than when he was on trial.

Happy days, gents.

Madam.

Oh, that's a stuffed poison.

But I can feel it doing me good all the way down.

Rat, speak for your nephew.

As ordered, my nephew yesterday afternoon went to the drop of two public

where he'd been told to keep an eye on one that you were. The old man?

A coal hauler. You told me all of this last night.

The old man decided the safest place to slip away to was Arthur's camp at dawn.

Our men went to Arthur's camp at dawn and got him.

We certainly did.

Jolly good show, what?

One thing I want to know.

When the old man left the drop of dew yesterday afternoon, was the box still

his possession?

In his pocket, Gov. He didn't hide it anywhere at the drop of dew?

He did not.

Now listen to me.

You followed the old man to Seaking's, the home of the boy, Kay Harker. Never

once set him out of his sight, did you, Al? Let your nephew speak for himself,

rat. Could he have hidden it anywhere?

On his way.

No, he kept tapping his pocket to make sure it was there. Tap, tap in his

pocket, all the way he did.

Think hard.

It was snowing hard.

Did the snow get in your eyes?

No, sir.

You must have very odd eyes. Let me have a go.

You, you saw on the way to that house, he didn't slip anyone that box.

I took my oath on Hamlet, he didn't. Eh? Not a soldier, he passed.

Where is the box now? For there was no sign of it when we captured him at

Arthur's camp this morning.

What do I always say, boss? Out!

Get back to your sewer and have a bath!

And Charles, go and fetch the little person we wish to see and make sure you

kick those dolts out the back door.

I won't have anyone listening behind the skirting board.

Now, what has the old man done with that box?

Oh, Abner, dear, it's too late now to cry over spilt milk. He could have

it to somebody.

The Jones children or the boy, Kay Harker, your ancient pupil.

That little ruffian.

You don't appear to have a very high opinion of the boy.

He was a child for whom I had the utmost devastation and contempt.

A thoroughly morbid, dreamy, idle mutt. Anyway, my ideal, the old man

would not have trusted such a treasure to a child he had not met before that

afternoon. Well, then there remains the guardian, Miss Caroline Louisa.

The mistress of the house.

A woman to be trusted.

whispered to her.

Take it.

Keep it for me. Your imagination is quite Shakespearean.

We shall have to take steps about, Madame Caroline

Louisa.

May a weak woman make a suggestion, my star -bright Adna.

Is it not more like...

that he handed it to the bishop.

There he was, you see, really in luck, amongst the most respectable company in

the county. It is only too likely, my empress, that if he gave it to the

it'll be in the cathedral vaults by now, and those vaults Guy Fawkes and all his

gunpowder couldn't get through. Yes!

That's where the box is now. My celestial one, it's almost Christmas.

The whole cathedral staff will be working overtime preparing for the

anniversary. The bishop won't have given a thought to the vault.

He's thrown the box into a drawer amongst his collars and his

Just you see if he hasn't. My precious pearl, my blue and yellow sapphire, I

should only like to see if he hasn't. All those fools who let it slip through

their fingers.

I tell you, Sylvia, I'm tempted to get rid of Charles and his infernal ha -ha

-what. Oh, but my Emerald, my Ruby, he's one of our

most precious workers.

Get rid of Charles?

Whatever for?

He's in charge of nobbling and scrobbling, and it all goes wrong.

Oh, but my own, my very own Abby. You must never think of getting rid of

Charles. Can't you see he's our only buffer against the stupidity of Job?

And can't you see he's the only real friend we have?

You do see.

I see you see.

My golden idol.

My graven...

You must never, never be so foolish as to let Charles go.

Ah, the little lady.

Remember, the old man may have given the box to her. Be that as it may, she's

very promising.

I should like to bring her in with us.

Come. May I?

Yes, please.

Oh! Oh, Miss Mariah, how good are you to come?

Yes, well, I'd like to know what I'm here for. Well, my dear, someone was

that you're very interested in stained glass.

Who, me?

Child, we are making up a party to go over to St Griswold's this morning. We

shall have lunch there, look at the glass, and you can be back at Seaking's

tea time.

He will join us.

It's a mouldy lot of glass at St Griswold's, isn't it?

In the main church, yes, but in the lady chapel.

All English glass is mouldy, if you ask me.

I think you'll find it isn't English.

Oh?

Er... Carolingian.

Well, my dear, would you like to run home and leave word that you'll be out

until tea time?

Oh, bother that. Then I can look after myself. I've generally got a pistol or

two on me, and I'm dead shot with both hands.

You must enjoy the quiet atmosphere of school.

School? I've been expelled from three. The headmistresses still swoon when they

hear my name.

I count it a great honour to entertain so distinguished an ornament to her sex.

Shall we start?

As fast as ever we can go.

Oh, no.

I could smell them in the air.

And there they are.

Come on.

Come on.

Who's it?

What is it?

Oh, dear.

Mariah.

Well, I was in town buying Christmas presents when Mariah went off in a car

some total strangers.

She knows it's absolutely forbidden to go out in a car with total strangers.

She didn't like the look of them at all.

Well, two of them were trying to secure it.

Two of them?

Master Kay, that was your guardian.

Sarah Louisa, what did she say? She'll be home tonight on the 8th 17.

I told her you'd be over at Tatchester at the Punch and Judy show.

Well, if we're not, Bert, you can ask the Rupertsons to send a car over to

her up.

Is her brother all right? Much better, she said.

Well, that's something.

Thank you, Ellen.

You'll catch your death if you go outside to play.

The rain is coming down.

Very well. We'll stay in. Yes, sir. No trouble at all.

Well... Things is easy when Miss Maria isn't here to contradict.

Mrs. Calamine, would you mind if I asked you a question about one of your

guests? That depends, Master King, on the question.

And possibly on the guest.

Well, could you tell me, please, who are those clergymen who are here this

morning?

That's the Reverend Dr.

Boddle Dale, his wife, his chaplain, and his private secretary.

He's the head of the Theological Training College over at Chester's, in

Chester Hills.

Couldn't be.

I thought he was a Mr. Brown, a Mr. Abner Brown.

Abner?

That's a foreign name, is it not?

Oh, no, no, no. He's very well known and a very holy gentleman.

His wife, Mrs. Borrowdale, wears the most lovely jewels.

She reminds me of someone I've seen hereabouts before.

It's always on the tip of my tongue, but...

I can't remember who.

Thank you, Mr. Calamon.

The Reverend Dr.

Boddle Dale. A pillar of the church.

A man of the utmost respectability.

We have sung in the glee club with him.

Time and time again.

A very sweet tenor, Master Harker.

I don't see how he can be the Reverend to anyone.

Master Harker, you have come home, if I may say so, a little faint from the

strain of learning.

Your nerves want food.

I've often noticed it in young fellows back from school.

Mariah, she's been scrubbing... If your young friend is with the Reverend

Bottledale, she's in good hands.

As we're not being back home yet, weren't you supposed to be at the

show at the Bishop's Palace in Tatchester?

And Miss Moriah with you?

Well, then, if she's gone to St Griswold's to look at that old glass,

she come all the way back to Seakin's, hmm?

She'll have stayed in Tatchester for tea and gone direct to the Bishop's Palace.

Depend upon it.

Of course.

I hadn't thought of that.

That's very likely what's happened.

Now then, you get that nice guardian of yours to see that you take a strong

posset every night.

A strong what?

Of course, you young folks in this generation, you don't know what a posset

A posset is a jorum of hot milk.

And in that hot milk, you put an egg.

And you put a spoon full of treacle.

And a grating nutmeg.

And then you stirs them well up. And then you gets into bed and you takes it

down hot.

And a puppet like that taken overnight will make a new man of you, Master

Harker. Well, now, you're all worn down with learning.

Understand? No.

What's a jorum?

Ah, a jorum...

Never mind, Inspector.

Thank you very much. I'll remember a posset.

I'm going to lock you up.

It's the way to do it.

Now, this is Mr. Pudge. Will you promise me you'll be very good from now on? I

will. I believe him. I do, really.

And so, Punch and Judy's tale is done.

A happy yuletide, everyone.

I'm sure we all enjoyed Punch and Judy as given in the traditional style, but

we want it again, Mr. Cole Hawley. Right, now, into the other room,

for your Christmas surprise.

Your Grace, please, if it's possible, could I talk to the Punch and Judy man?

Well, I think he's leaving already. Someone's coming to take him off in a

he said, his throat being so sore with the Christmas performances.

Come along, Kate, come on.

Right.

Now, are we all ready?

Yes!

One, two...

One by one.

Ah, right.

Now, there's the music. Right, now, everybody, you've all got your presents.

Now, I want you to get a cracker each.

Come on. And then I want you to form two circles.

One circle in the middle and the other circle round the other on the outside.

Come along in the middle there. That's right.

Well done.

Come along here now.

Right, now.

Right, off we go. Come on.

Your Grace!

Yes, what is it, darling?

Your Grace, during the party, we've had a burglary.

Every room has been turned absolutely upside down.

Peter, don't think your sister Maria could have been in with the gang that

the burglary.

You heard Abner Brown say you liked her style.

And knowing her, that'd flatter her enough to... Well, if she has, I think

that's the purple pib. Shh!

We heard what you said, and I'm sure we don't agree.

Maria would never have had a hand in it, except to collar all the swag and bring

it back to its owners.

They did take all the necklaces and jewels and such belonging to the

guests. It might be ordinary thieves, and not your villains at all.

Oh, there you are.

You didn't get wet. That's a mercy.

Ellen, give us some good news.

Tell us Miss Morale's come home.

I'm sorry, Master Kay. There's no sign of her.

Oh, and the Rupert's Arms sent a car to the station, but your guardian wasn't on

the train.

Hasn't she telephoned?

No, she hasn't.

So I rang her brother's number in London, and they said she'd left to

train. So they didn't know where she could be.

Trains get all upset at Christmas time.

In weather like this.

Yes. Yes.

With all the snow.

Maybe the train couldn't get through.

And she had to come by car.

And she'll be here any minute.

I do wish Mariah would turn up.

Mariah's quite capable of taking care of herself.

Come on, Susan.

Time for bed.

It's not my place, Master K, but do you think you should telephone the

inspector?

What? The bloodhound of the law?

Tomorrow morning, perhaps, if they're still not back.

Ellen, can you make a profit?

Indeed I can.

Well, I wish you would.

Drink it right down now.

Sweet dreams. Thank you.

They tell me the wolves are running.

Keep your eyes peeled, Dave.

We're the wolf guard.

And the wolves are bad.

Excuse me.

Do you mean real wolves or men wolves? Ah, the tricks of them.

You'll see a white fleece lamb peacefully feeding, getting closer and

you. So suddenly it pounces.

It's no lamb.

It's two wolves under a fleecy skin.

You watch out, young K.

Are you having a nightmare, Kay?

You've been snoring like a pig.

The morning paper's full of the burglary at the Bishop's Palace.

Nothing about the missing girl, I suppose.

After breakfast, I'll go and see the inspector.

I know he'll only tell me to take a pause and leave everything to the

bloodhound. My, Kay.

A telegram.

It's from my guardian.

Friends held up by floods.

Stop. Return to brothers.

Stop. Hope to see you tomorrow. Caroline Louisa. Oh, that is a relief.

Funny. She usually puts love, Caroline Louisa.

Oh, well.

Good. Now we don't have to go to the inspector.

What shall we do, then?

I thought we'd do something different.

Take our money. I know.

Let's take the boat I got from under the Christmas tree and sail it on the

floods. It's mud -locked.

Nondiferous.

An aeroplane.

How odd.

Absolutely silent.

I'll bet they're after us.

No aeroplane would try to land on this soggy old ground.

That's no ordinary plane.

Someone's coming.

He couldn't be after us, could they? Of course not. They're probably mole

-catchers coming for that trap.

When did you hear of mole -catchers with pistols coming in aeroplanes?

Let's try and get to the farm. The mill's closer.

They're biggest to either of those.

Come here. What?

Come here!

Where did they go?

You kept them here, Joe?