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Heartbeat, why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

Heartbeat, why does a love kiss stay in my memory?

I've left you some eggs.

Mr. Abbott?

Thank you.

Will you check the law field?

It's been done. Everything's fine.

In the barns?

Your hen's all in?

When the fox came, I doubt I'd hear.

Don't you worry about them.

They're all safe and sound.

Good night, then.

That man Pitts has been up again.

He can't get his head.

But I won't be bought out.

You mustn't let him upset you, Mr. Abbott.

Good night, Frank.

God bless you.

He's my brother

It's a long, long road From

which there is no return You see, I feel fine now.

OK, back to work tomorrow.

But you've got to start taking things a bit easier.

Yeah, I'll keep telling her to slow down.

I will.

First chance of me doing anything else with you both watching me like hawks.

There's no need to come over to Whitby tomorrow.

I'll see how I feel.

Trust me.

I'll see myself out.

Good night, Nick.

Bye, Jane.

Good night.

Good night.

He's right, you know.

You should take things a bit easier.

Look, I promise I'll be careful.

Aidensfield Police.

Yeah, hang on.

Kate! Is Jamesville there?

I just heard him drive off. Who is it?

Who is it, please?

Right, hang on.

It's Miffy Shields about her daughter.

Right, I'll come and talk to her.

How long has she had her temperature?

She had a bitter one yesterday, but she was fine this morning.

I think she was shot up again tonight.

Was it the flu?

It could be, but I don't know where she got it from. We haven't seen any cases

for weeks.

Has anyone been off school in your class, Jane?

No.

Have you been sick at all?

I was yesterday.

Let's have a look at your tummy.

Right.

Breathe in.

Is that sore?

Yeah.

It probably is just flu, but I'm going to do some blood tests to make sure.

Will it hurt?

It will a bit.

But you look pretty brave to me.

Did I give you a fright?

No, no.

Is everything all right?

I'm not sure.

Well, what's up?

Well, it looks like the little girl's got flu.

But her spleen seems quite enlarged, so I've taken a blood sample.

Has this car shrunk?

Toast. Yes, please.

Crust.

No, I've already eaten it.

Oh.

You're not doing your homework, are you? Well, I think it's something more than

food. And I don't want them to eat food.

Haven't you told police?

Yeah.

Well, do you know whose they are?

Have you told them?

All right, yeah, I'll come up and take a look.

Mr Pitt complaining about sheep on his land.

He's a farmer, isn't he?

Rossendale Farm.

That's up near the Shields place, isn't it?

Uh -huh. Maybe I'll see you up there.

Morning,

Ventress. Morning, sir.

Busy morning, Ventress.

Very quiet.

Well, that's just as well.

This place smells like a cap.

If it's not cigarette smoke, it's fried bacon. Now, do something about it.

Straight away, Sarge.

Oh, uh, Sarge, there was one telephone call from the vicar of St. Michael's at

Elthry. Oh, are they? What did he want?

Well, he wanted someone to go down there.

He was a bit vague about it, Sarge.

Right, well, give Rowan a call. Let him deal with it. Right, Sarge.

That's after you've stopped your sandwich leaking grease all over the

your desk drawer.

So where are the sheep now?

Back where they should be.

Abbott's lad came and rounded them up when I was on the phone to you.

No harm done then?

This time.

He's past it.

Got no control over the place anymore.

What about his lad?

He's no more a farmer than I can fly.

Don't think he's even interested in farming.

Well, I can hardly arrest him for that.

There's always something going wrong.

The old boy can't cope. He should be in a home.

Can't you put a doctor on to him?

It's not as simple as that, Mr Pitts.

We have to take our cows past his place twice a day to the pastures.

I can see it's going to rack and ruin.

If Mr Abbott's causing you problems, I can ask him to take more care of his

stock.

I can hardly ask them to close the place down.

What do you mean?

You've lost one.

She escaped while I was transferring them.

How long ago?

Two days.

I've been looking.

You had better get it back.

I've taken money for it already.

And if I can't deliver, it's coming out of your share.

Do not have gone far. I'll find her. I hope you do.

I hope you do, for your sake.

Frank, what's going on?

Oh, nothing to worry about, Mr. Abbott.

Who's this?

He brings the feed for me chickens.

I'll do.

Are you quite sure that old fossil doesn't know what you're doing?

Aye. No problem.

Good. Now get this mess sorted out.

Because if you can't handle the operation, I shall go elsewhere.

The old man's a menace to himself.

Sooner or later that'll affect all of us.

I'll go and talk to him, students.

Delta Alpha 2 -4.

Roll to Delta Alpha 2 -4.

Delta Alpha 2 -4, what's up, Al? LinkedIn says can you go down to St.

Church Heltery?

Yeah, right on me way.

Do you have any cows or goats, Mrs. Shields?

No, we don't keep any livestock.

My brother Frankie keeps the chicken. He'll put Mr. up it.

Is there anywhere Jane could get unpasteurised milk?

It's possible.

I don't know.

With ours delivered.

Hello, Jane.

Hello, you pair.

How are you feeling?

OK.

Jane, have you drunk milk on any of the farms round here?

When I went to get eggs from Frank.

Mr. Abbott gave me a glass of Miss Churn.

Said that I'd never taste it fresher.

Has she caught somewhat from it?

Well, we'll have to wait for the results of the test. But she may have

brucellosis.

Evening. We can't shift again, by the way.

I was, uh...

Giving directions.

Oh, aye. For 20 minutes.

They were foreigners, Sarge.

Were they, really?

Well, Bellamy, now that you've done your bit for international relations, you

can help Ventress clean up this duty room.

This entire station's a disgrace.

The bits that aren't covered in dust are covered in Ventress's dinner.

It's good of you to come along so quickly, Constable.

But I fear I may be making a fuss about nothing.

What's happened?

It could have been any time yesterday.

Or last night.

What could?

Oh, yes.

I noticed it this morning.

The lock on the chest.

It's been tampered with.

What are you keeping there?

Parish records.

But also a chalice.

Silver plate and a small amount of petty cash, but I've checked and nothing's

been taken.

Mr Abbott.

Mr

Abbott.

Yes? I'm Dr Rowan.

What happened to the other one?

Farranby? He died last year. I was his partner.

I haven't seen the doctor in ten years.

What brings you here?

I've got a patient with suspected brucellosis.

Young Jane Shields. Why? She said you gave her some milk last week.

Aye, I did.

Do you pasteurise your milk?

No, never have I.

If the disease is confirmed, we'll need to test the milk.

You see, you could be in danger, too.

I don't know about brucellosis, but I know one thing.

There's nothing wrong with my animals.

I hope you're right.

But I'll have to arrange the tests anyway.

Well, you'll excuse me if I don't come with you to the gate. I'm not as quick

I used to be.

Of course not.

Goodbye, Mr. Abbott.

Goodbye.

Well, hello, Dr Rowe.

I hear you're coming back to work again.

Yes, well, I've only been off for three days.

What are you doing?

Well, I thought I'd better make sure your file looks straight, now that Dr

Radcliffe's spending so much time here.

But those are Alex Franby's archives.

I know. It's marvellous to have such complete records.

Didn't he practise cover Garford, then?

About 50 years ago, yes.

I love local history.

It's wonderful what you can find when you look.

that Christine has got the entire practice records all over the floor.

Yes, sorry about that, but she was determined to sort the files out.

She might have asked first.

If they go back so far, most of the patients must be long gone.

She's only trying to be helpful, Kate.

I think I've got my first case of brucellosis.

Any idea where it's come from?

There's a small holding on Rosendale Moor.

It belongs to an elderly man. He's only got a few calves, so he doesn't

pasteurise the milk.

Not Tom Abbott?

Yes. Do you know him?

Sort of.

He's a very distant relative.

I haven't seen him for ages, though.

Well, I think he might be the source.

He's an odd sort, old Tom. A man of few words and deep thoughts. He used to be a

preacher.

He can seem quite blunt, as I recall.

All right, Frank?

Of course it is.

Why shouldn't it be?

Well, I didn't like the look of that feed salesman.

Oh, he's all right.

He's got a great eye for a bird.

Aye.

Three visitors in two days.

Looks like trouble to me.

You haven't changed your mind about Mr. Pitts' offer?

No. Well, that's all right, then.

I'll see you're OK here.

We don't want anything to change.

No. Are you all right?

I'm feeling a bit rough today.

Must have been doing too much.

You don't look right.

Frank, will you help me inside?

You can't always get what you want.

You can't always get what you want.

You can't always get what you want. Alfred, come here, come here.

Well, you might find... You get what you need.

Alfred, you

are muddy.

You're going to get yourself some crisps, my son.

It's my nan's birthday today.

Where do you think you're off to, Ventress?

Oh, allotments committee, Sarge. The committee's off.

I'm allotting you the patrol car. Just put your face round all the local

churchyards. Right.

You're a sport, Al.

I've got this feeling that's inside of me.

So what do you want me to do?

I can't tell you yet.

Well, how am I supposed to help you if I don't know what I'm looking for? Just

remember that walls have ears, will you? You know what they say in Yorkshire?

See all, hear all and see noot. Yeah, and eat all, drink all and pay noot.

I'll see you first thing in the morning outside the library.

What, are you improving your mind, Claude? Hello, dear. Hi, Nick.

Nothing wrong with my mind, Constable.

Not like some people I know who seem to have nasty, suspicious ones.

I hear you've been seen hanging around the churchyard at Garford.

Have I now?

I don't suppose you've been up to St Michael's as well, have you?

Could have been.

What's it got to do with you?

Just my nasty, suspicious mind.

Thanks.

Nick, Nick, can I have a word?

Yeah.

Look, I've had a bit of bad luck.

I ran into some sheep up on Rossendale Moor.

You haven't pranged the car again, have you?

Er, no.

I left it in the river.

In the river?

You haven't had any reports of noises up there?

What sort of noises?

Screeches and such.

What's up?

Ghosties and ghoulies been putting the wind up, have they? Of course not.

You probably heard Sally Tanner, what was brutally done to death up there

the war.

It's more than likely.

They do say on a moonlit night you can sometimes hear a screeching from her

seat. Well, I've never heard it.

Yeah, I know a lot of people as have. Matter of fact, I've heard it myself.

You couldn't give me a hand to get the sheet back in.

And I'd like your advice about the car.

Yeah, right.

You all right, Al?

You get the boys from Asherley that tow it out in the morning.

What are you doing here, anyway?

Wait, they asked me to check out all the local churches.

So where's all the sheep?

Well, they must have gone back in.

Well, maybe somebody rounded them up.

Well, do that lot from Abbots Farm again.

Hey, no shiny old banshee there.

All right, all right.

Well, I definitely heard something odd.

Yeah, I believe you.

I don't know about old Mother Blaketon, though.

It'll take time, I know it.

But in a while, you're gonna be mine. I know it.

We'll do it in style.

Cause I'll make my mind up. You're going to be mine.

I'll tell you right now.

Any trick in the book can obey them.

All that I can find.

You took your time, didn't you?

It's all right for you. I don't even know what I'm here for.

Come here.

Read that.

Some Australian with more money than senses looking for his long -lost twin

brother.

So that's it?

Well, how much of the reward am I going to get?

We'll sort that out at the next board meeting. Come on.

My client is getting very cross.

He wants both delivered by the end of the week, pulling out of the deal.

I tell you, I saw her. I was that close.

Well, that is no good to me, is it?

If he drops out, it'll be a right job to find somebody else who's not fussed

where they come from.

I'll find her. I know where she's roosting. Listen, we have a very sweet

operation here. I'll find her by the end of the week.

I don't want... any more of your problems.

The old man's been asked to sell up again.

Will he?

No.

He'll be carried out of here in a box.

Let's keep it that way.

There's a lot of money gone into this set -up. And you get your coat. I know.

I know.

They stay here while I see who that is.

Mr Abbott around?

No. He's gone out.

Are they your sheep in the field up by the main road?

Aye. Well, they're Mr Abbott's.

They caused an accident last night.

They've had complaints about them straying before.

There's always about half a dozen getting out.

Regular Houdini's.

Yeah, well, there's no mystery as to how they got out last night.

There's a section of wall come down.

I'm on my way to fix it now.

It looks like someone backed into it.

So it's not our fault, then?

That's not the point.

Do you have any other damaged wounds?

Nothing like that.

They're just old.

I'll go up there now.

Francis!

The report's on your desk, Sarge. Is that all you have to say?

For the moment, Sarge.

And if it's not too much trouble.

Will you reassure me that your report will explain just why you seem incapable

of getting behind the wheel of a police car without crashing it, running out of

petrol, or dumping it in a river? Well, I had a bit of a run -in with some

sheep, and Nick Rowan's having a word with the farmer this morning.

Then I shall await further developments.

Good morning, Tom.

It's been a while since we met.

I should have guessed you'd been up before too long.

How are you?

How are those daughters of yours?

You never brought them up to see me.

They're well, thank you.

How are you?

Older.

That goes for all of us.

Aye, some more than others.

I'm sorry we haven't kept in touch, Ma.

Well, I reckon you've had enough on your plate after Laura's death.

God rest her soul.

And I'm also sorry I've got to meet because of this business.

Is this what that young lass was on about?

Kate Rowan, yes.

The little girl, the case of brucellosis, it was confirmed.

Will she be all right?

We hope so. It's a hard one to beat.

I'm sorry about the little girl, but I told Dr Rowan, and I'm telling you

there's nothing wrong with my animals.

I don't farm for profit, just for me, to keep body and soul together.

All I want is to be left in peace.

I've had to call the vet in, Tom.

There's no need for that.

We've got no choice.

If the disease is confirmed here, I've got to inform the local health officer.

How much longer are you going to stay up here, Tom?

I've no one to pass it on to.

Don't you get any help?

I've got a lad, but all he cares about are his fowls, hens and such.

He couldn't manage this on his own.

Look at it. It's falling apart.

Why don't you sell up?

I could help you find somewhere more manageable.

I've lived here most of my life, and I can't imagine moving anywhere else.

That van that was here earlier, whose is it?

It belongs to the bloke who delivers my chicken feed.

I don't know about the car.

That's Dr Rackless.

I thought you said Mr Abbott was out.

Well, you know how it is.

I didn't want you worrying him.

I'll see to things up here.

Morning, Nick.

Hello, James. Are you Frank?

Aye. Right, how do you do?

We'll need to get the vet up here this afternoon, and he'll want all the stock

kept close by.

Have you got any pigs or goats?

Two goats.

They'll want to see them as well.

Are my family all right? Fine, they won't be affected.

It's people we need to worry about.

Claude, this is hopeless.

Just keep looking. It's got to be here somewhere.

Are you sure the bloke at the death centre looked here?

Yeah.

Right. Let me see the adverts again.

What for? It's not changed.

Well, he'd better be worth finding.

Where's the polish gun?

It's there on your desk.

I left it here.

Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure.

Good morning, sir. Can I help you? I want to see Sergeant Blaketon. He's

in charge here. I'll get him for you.

What can we do you for, Mr... Ronald Pitts.

I want to make a complaint.

About what?

Your man down at Aidensfield.

Oh, PC Rowan? Aye.

Said he'll sort someone out, then doesn't out about it.

Well, you'd best come through to my office, mister.

Do you think we ought to warn him?

Well, you'll find out soon enough.

He said we're looking in the wrong place.

God said through all these.

Stop moaning and let's get a look.

I want more than 20 % for doing all this.

What would you say to 40?

30.

Done.

Yeah.

Anybody home?

James, come on up.

What are you doing?

Knitting.

What expectant mothers do, isn't it?

I'll get Jenny to give you a few pointers.

She's been knitting entire outfits for her dolls recently.

Thanks.

Anything new?

Hmm. It looks like Tom's coming down with brucellosis as well.

Oh, dear.

At his age, it could be serious.

At his age, he shouldn't still be trying to scratch a living on the moors.

Has he thought of retiring?

I suggested it.

And it didn't go down too well.

I feel badly that I haven't kept in touch with the old boy.

It's only when you see a place falling apart like that that you realise how

can go wrong with a farm.

I don't believe it. What?

I can't find my lunchbox.

Well, I reckon it's that spook.

We'll be able to find it now. It's fine to get indigestion. Thanks.

Better miss the plug then, aren't we? Run!

My office!

Now!

What have you done with my lunch?

Yes, sir?

I've just had a Mr Pitts in here complaining about you.

What for?

Well, apparently yesterday he told you about stock all over the place from

Abbott's Ground, and you didn't note about it.

Well, that's all cleared up now, Sarge. That's not the point, Rowan.

If you'd read the riot act as you were asked yesterday, then that idiot

have had to drive a police car into the middle of a ford.

What's going on up there?

Well, the place is a shamble, Sarge.

Old Man Abbott's barely capable of running it.

Why didn't you sort it out yesterday?

Well, you called me out on that church break -in, Sarge.

Another example of a spectacular lack of progress on your part, I suppose,

Rowan? No, Sarge. No, we do have a lead on someone seen acting unusually near a

number of churches.

Oh, aye? And who might that be?

Greengrass, Sarge.

Hey, look!

There's a Radcliffe.

Radcliffe? Yes, he's at the same address.

What is? Chadwick? Yes.

Yeah, well, what about it?

Well, Kate Rowan's parlour's called Dr Radcliffe.

Oh, yeah, he is, isn't he?

I wonder if he knows out about it.

It'll be worth finding out.

Doctor, before we start, I couldn't help noticing something from the files.

Did some of your family come from Garford?

On my mother's side, yes. My grandfather lived there for a while.

Was he part of a large family?

Quite large, yes.

And he had several cousins?

Did he?

Why on earth are you asking me?

Surgery. James, it's Kate.

I've just heard from the lab.

The milk sample from Mr Abbott is clear of brucellosis.

Right, well, if Tom Abbott's blood test proves positive, then the infection must

have come from somewhere else on the farm.

I'll give you a call when I get the result.

Christine,

my grandfather's cousins, you were saying?

Yes, where are they living now?

I've no idea.

Apart from one.

You can lie back now.

How long have you had those spots on your chest?

Last day or so.

And the cough?

Same.

Is it bruising losses?

Maybe, but you've got pneumonia as well. I'll be back in a second.

I'm going to go with him to the hospital.

Okay. How is he?

He's got pneumonia and it's developing rapidly.

Will he be all right?

I can't say yet.

Jaff. The old boy working like that.

Mr. Pitts.

Thank you very much.

I'm in with you in a moment.

Right.

I'm sorry to trouble you, Doctor, but I thought I ought to come to you with me

arms. Yes, take a seat, Mr... Greengrass, Lord Jeremiah.

I am on your books, but I use the seat of the Roman.

Who?

Kate, Roman.

Oh, yes, of course.

What seems to be the problem?

Oh, pains.

Terrible pains in me arms.

Whereabouts? Well, they said to travel about a lot, you know, but I think that

might have something to do with the fact I travel about a lot myself, you know.

Mind you, I've never been abroad.

I always fancied going to Australia.

Have you ever been there?

No, I haven't.

I've got a lot of relatives there, you know. Have you?

Thanks. Mr Abbott was taken into hospital last night.

He's got pneumonia.

Oh? Yeah, Mr Pitts found him collapsed by that broken wall.

Will he be all right?

I don't know.

Now, I think that wall was knocked down deliberately, so the sheep would stray.

What do you think?

I wondered.

Why didn't you tell me?

Like I say, I wondered.

Mr. Abbott likes to keep things quiet.

He says the Lord will provide.

Blessed are the meek.

Yeah, well, even so, they could do with a helping hand now and again.

Why would Pitts want to make trouble for this place?

He wants to buy it.

He owns the land on both sides.

If he had this too, his place would be worth more.

So how was surgery?

Nothing spectacular this morning.

We took Tom Abbott into hospital last night.

You don't need to do night calls, Kate. You should have phoned me.

What's the problem with Tom?

Well, it looks like pneumonia, but he's got a rash of rose spots on his chest,

almost like typhoid fever.

I know the blood is a bit backward, but I would have thought we could discount

that.

His blood test shows clear of brucellosis, so we'll have to look

I'll ring the health officer.

By the way, I had a man this morning called...

Green grass.

How do you cope with him?

Lord, what was the matter with him?

He seemed perfectly all right.

Let's just say he's one of the hazards of rural practice.

Hello.

Yes. Yes, yes, I will. And thank you very much for your help.

Bye -bye.

Once he gets gone, he just doesn't stop.

Who doesn't?

The health officer.

No.

Anyway, he said the last case of brucellosis in the area was a few years

was reported on Roslindale Farm.

Well, if they had it then, they've got it now. You can't get rid of it.

I still don't see how Jane Fields drank infected milk at Tom's place.

Well, let's go on out and put it there.

Who'd do that?

Thanks.

Pits might.

You're telling me that Pitch took some infected milk from his farm and added it

to Abbott's churn?

Yeah, well, we know he's trying to get Abbott out, so maybe he's making

Now, I think we can prove he knocked down that wall. Now, there's a big

difference between I think and we can prove.

Bellamy, where's Ventress?

Oh, he's, uh, popped out, Sarge.

Well, when he's at his fag, tell him we're off to see Mr Pitch.

Sarge.

I told you there was nothing wrong with my stock.

I know, but there is something wrong with you.

And we don't yet know what it is.

It will be all right, won't it?

Oh, I don't see any reason why not.

But how long you can cope with the farm, that's another matter.

James.

They've done more tests for animal -related infections and his blood is

traces of psittacosis.

Tom, do you have any caged birds at the farm? Budgies, parrots, that sort of

thing? No, the only birds we have on the farm are Frank's fowls, hens and such.

Don't reckon there's any parrots there.

You know, Sarge, like Cinderella.

Fair enough.

Now, where's Mr Pitch, then?

What's the matter with your call? Can't you sleep?

I want to use the phone.

Can't you use the call box? I've got no change.

It's to claim the reward.

You found out who it is, then? I certainly have.

Are you phoning the Australian?

I certainly am.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

What's he doing?

You can't call Australia, not on my phone, Bill. Relax, George. He's only in

York. And with the money we've got coming, we can afford the odd phone

Could I speak to Mr Mason, please?

What's he on about, Gina?

It's a bit complicated, Uncle George.

Is it Mr Mason? Oh, my name's Greengrass.

Claude, yes.

Greengrass Investigations Limited.

Regarding your advert for your long -lost relative, I'm delighted to let you

know one of my investigators has found him, so I was wondering when I could

round to sort out the reward.

You were?

Well, when was that?

Right.

I don't suppose you've got any other relatives you want finding?

No.

Thank you.

Somebody's beat us to it.

Great.

Hey, what about the phone call? Put it on the slate.

Mr Pitts!

and brucellosis a few years back.

That's no secret.

And once a cow's got it, it can't be cured.

Is that right?

My cows are no danger to anyone. We pasteurise the milk.

We've got a sick little girl who's been infected by your milk.

Well, you reckon before it was pasteurised, you took infected milk from

farm and added it to Abbott's.

That's outrageous.

There's also the question of malicious damage.

What? That wall you knocked down.

You'll be hearing from us, Mr... What

are we doing here, Rowan?

That van's been up here twice in two days, Sarge.

So?

Well, Frank told me it was his feed merchant.

Feed?

Twice in two days.

Come on, let's take a look.

Are you all right? Yes, yes, I'm fine.

Go and get another one. Go on.

You can manage that.

What have you got in there?

Birds.

Mind if we take a look?

My pleasure.

They're mine.

What are they doing here?

He's been looking after them for me, and now I'm taking them back.

Hello, Frank.

Why all the secrecy?

Well, they don't like being moved. No, I mean keeping them up here.

Can I have a look at your driving licence?

Got quite a collection here, Frank.

Do these all belong to your Steve Merton?

Mr Thorpe, aye.

Has he been keeping them up here for some time?

Aye.

Phillips, Minivag vet. Had a call from James Radcliffe.

Mr Abbott's got psitticosis.

And he must have caught it here.

Mind you, these look much better, don't they? Mr Abbott's got psitticosis?

Yes, a serious case, I gather.

Oh,

anyone can catch it. It's highly contagious.

Mind you, there doesn't seem to be any danger now.

You can usually tell a sick parrot at a glance.

Where does he get these birds from?

I don't know. I just keep them till the fuss dies down.

What's that?

And that's stolen.

Aye. He sells them on.

I take it that's the ghost of Rottendale Moor.

Mr Abbott.

Mr Abbott.

Hello. Hello.

We've worked out what's wrong, and it can be cured with antibiotics.

What is it?

Psittacosis. I thought you could only catch that from parrots.

You can get it from various species.

So you should be home in a few days.

Mr Abbott, I'm afraid Frank's been using your farm to keep stolen birds.

Now, we're not sure what charges he'll be facing yet, but I don't think he'll

there to help you anymore.

Frank's always been very good to me.

I don't think I can manage on my own, and I've no one to pass it on to.

All by the farm now.

Fitz.

Looks like he'll get his hands on it in the end, after all.

I'll call in and see you later.

You've got a visitor, Mr Abbott.

I don't believe it.

Who's that?

Local history can be so rewarding.

Good to see you, brother.

I heard he's going to build Mr Abbott a bungalow and pay for some help on the

farm. Must be rolling, isn't it?

I don't know, you do.

You talking about that Australian?

Yeah.

Yeah, all that hard work for nothing.

So that's what you were doing in Garford Churchyard the other day.

Pint? Yes, please.

What can I get you, Claude?

Lodge off.

Well, it's just as well you didn't get that reward, I reckon, Claude.

Why's that?

Because I'd have made you give it to the church for a new look on that chest.

You can't prove a thing.

Well, there's some times you don't need to.