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

Heartbeat, what does a love kiss bring in my memory?

Let's get the light, fandango.

Turned cartwheels across the floor.

I was feeling kind of seasick.

The crowd called out for more.

The room was humming harder.

Turn the water straight up there.

Yes, sir?

And the truth is plain to see.

But I wandered through my playing cards.

Would not let her be.

One of sixteen vessel virgins

who were leaving for the coast.

Hello?

In here, Doctor.

You've got a body for me.

This bridge is stuck.

Looks like it fell off the steps.

Could have been an accident.

He could be right.

Wasn't there an anonymous call?

There was a break -in.

She must have had the shock of her life.

A woman?

A woman's voice.

We'll need a post -mortem.

Yeah, it's the idea, by the way.

So who raised the alarm?

Well, I've got a little find -out.

Yeah.

Spencer Brickstock was quite a famous archaeologist in his day.

Was he?

I've read some of his books.

And I really wanted to meet him, only Rita warned me off.

Why's that?

Said he'd been a recluse for so long.

Disliked people.

Well, how come she knows so much?

We should be shopping and a bit of cleaning.

No.

I've been down here every night this week, my lord. No sign of poachers so

Good. Should be excellent sport.

Got all the gillies standing by?

Oh, that's all sorted out.

And make sure the Marquess gets the best spot. He's going to need a lot of help.

Yes, my lord.

And talking of help, I think I might get the boys in blue down here tonight,

just to make sure.

Here, steady on.

Sorry, Alf. I aim to miss.

Well, leave it out.

What's Blaketon going to say?

It doesn't matter, does it? He's off duty.

It wasn't until last night's event.

It's great, though.

What are you doing down there, Bellamy?

The usual hive of activity, I see.

It's been a bit quiet, Sarge. Not for some it hasn't.

There's been another burglary down at Queen Street, number 55. So, Bellamy,

into it. I want a full report on my desk by this afternoon.

Yes, Sarge.

And Ventress?

If it's not too much trouble, we do happen to run to a waste paper basket in

this office.

Morning, Blayton. Not leaving, I hope? No, my lord.

A word, if you please. Yes, my lord.

Entry. Tea.

Did he have any relatives?

None surviving that I know of.

He always said he didn't need family.

Just his books and his collection.

Then the poor old soul went nearly blind.

When did you last see him?

Yesterday.

He's been ever so worried recently.

He kept whittling on about the library.

Something important you had to set right.

Write what?

I don't know. Ramblings.

He said the library held the key to our history.

The party tomorrow will include the Marquess.

Oh. I need hardly say we don't want anything untoward to happen, now do we?

Well, if any of our unsavoury locals so much as step foot on your land, we'll

have them. Make sure you do, Blaketon.

I can't this afternoon.

It's Gina's birthday and I've got to go all the way to Ashfordly to buy her a

flaming present.

I can let you have a couple of trout.

You what?

For a present.

Don't talk daft. I don't think she even likes trout.

Well... Stopping me nuts, you won't know the difference.

Anyway, she's going out.

Are you even having a party?

Maybe. After closing.

I'll invite myself. Hey, you know that Austin motor outside?

Who's is it? An American lady, a tourist. She checked in yesterday for

breakfast.

Is that her?

Hi.

Everything all right, love?

Fine, thanks.

Here.

Have you heard about that old professor chap? Up at the hall?

No, what about him? He's dead.

That's typical, isn't it? Still owes me 15 bob for edging and ditching in 1956.

Every time I went round, he said he was skint. Now it's technically him.

Skint? Get away.

He were loaded. I heard... I heard he had a treasure trove up there.

You're joking.

Aye. Items of national importance, so Rita said.

He reckoned the jerrys would be after it during war.

Must be valuable, then. Aye.

Something to do with the cross of St Columba, Rita said.

Cross? I bet it was solid gold and a lot of that religious stuff, isn't it? Aye,

maybe so.

And maybe he was murdered for it.

Morning. Morning, mate.

Ah, Rowan, good of you to join us.

It was a great night, Clive. I know, I've just heard from CID. They've ruled

suspicious circumstances.

But we've got more important things in hand.

Lord Ashfordly.

Which means you and Bellamy are in for a spot of overtime.

Hello. How are you, sir?

But haven't you used to do a bit of gardening for him? That was years ago.

I know that, but you must have heard somebody give you a clue.

No. But I reckon if the professor did it, then it must still be there.

Stands to reason.

Why's that?

Well, once he'd gone blind, there was nothing he could do to shift it. What's

this, the treasure up at old Brickstock's house?

There were no sign of it when we took body out.

Well, there wouldn't be, would there?

I hope I think you're in trouble.

Dad, where have you been?

I've had your dinner going cold for half an hour.

All right.

All right.

Harry, you, uh...

Are you doing it later on tonight?

No, I wasn't thinking it.

Oh, you are now.

Don't worry, I'll make it worth your while.

Hello, Maggie.

Are you free Thursday night?

Yeah, can be.

Birthday meal for Gina, might be?

Sounds good to me.

About eight o 'clock then, and Phil's coming.

I'll bring a bottle.

Right.

Shame about old Brickstock.

News travels fast.

Oh, well, half the village thinks we've buried treasure up there.

Chance to be a fine bit.

You took your time.

Fresh client turned up.

Right.

Look, get hold of this net, and go and hook it on a branch over there.

How do I get there?

Walk. I'll get my feet wet.

It'll do it behind your ears. Go on, get on with it.

Come on, get him in. Get him in.

Don't make that route.

Come on, get him, eh?

Quiet. Somebody come.

I need this, like it.

I hope you know the way. Yeah, yeah.

Control to Delta Alpha 2 -5.

Yeah, go ahead, Al. Maggie Bolton reports a light on at Brickstock's

you take a look? Yeah, will do.

What about river patrol?

Left away.

Shame.

What about a net? Leave it, leave it. Go on, get going.

Well, how can we tell if anything's missing?

Unless they were looking for the buried treasure.

Don't you start.

I don't see any trout, Jenkins.

Could be they moved further downstream, my lord.

I hope you're right.

Get that net out of here! I thought you were on patrol last night, Jenkins.

Well, the police were in charge of this stretch last night, my lord.

I'll have Blaketon's head on a pole.

Two burglaries, two night running, in a dead man's house,

and you come up with nothing.

Well, it's hard to tell if anything's missing, Charles.

What are they after, then?

Well, rumour has it there's a load of buried treasure out there.

You're kidding me.

Buried treasure.

We'd better consult the Oracle.

Enter it in here.

What are you... you know about the late Professor Brigstocke?

He was an archaeologist, Sarge. Would you care to elaborate?

Well, they dig things up.

I know what an archaeologist is, Ventress. I just want to know more about

one.

Oh, well, he retired up here because of a scandal before the war.

They said he'd been stealing from tombs in his excavations. Or was he

prosecuted? No, he never got that far.

Mind you, they said he went blind by way of divine retribution.

And?

Well, then he retired.

Everyone forgot all about it.

Well, it looks like we'd best start remembering.

I'm sorry to trouble you, but is Nick in?

Constable Rowan's on duty.

He's probably looking for me.

I thought you might like this.

Oh, no, Mr. Klinghauser, I couldn't.

It's all right. Bellarmine caught it last night. Well, yesterday afternoon.

I've got plenty. You know, he wants to use it. Well, if you're sure, thank you.

I know.

I heard there were a break -in up at Brigstock's last night.

Was there?

Does the constable think they've found out?

Do you think there's anything to be found?

Well, items of national importance, all that Joseph Walker reckons. It would be

a shame if they got lost.

Yes, wouldn't it?

They're all gold, you know.

It's valuable.

All religious stuff. There's even a cross of that... What's his name?

St Columba.

Really? Yeah.

Right, well, I'll get off then. I hope you enjoy the trout.

You want to stuff it with nuts. It's lovely.

Yeah.

Just finishing off the report on the Queen Street burglary, Sarge.

Well, well done, Bellamy.

Yep, it happened the night before the funeral.

The coffin was still on the table, Sarge.

Yeah, that reminds me. Of what, Fentress?

Well, there was a case a few months ago.

A suspected burglary after a death.

But the relatives, they decided to drop him. Why?

Well, they didn't know what was missing.

And did you file a report?

No. They didn't want to take it any further.

So you decided to save on the paperwork.

Brilliant.

Now check back and see if there are any other thefts related to deaths.

Ashfordly Police Station.

Sarge, it's for you.

Who is it?

Lord Ashfordly.

Hello,

Bernie. Great, Bill.

It's a pleasure.

Herbert.

Bernie, what time did you take Professor Brigstocke's body from the house?

First thing yesterday.

When was this, Herbert?

About nine o 'clock, Mr... Rowan, I just had Lord Ashfordly bending

my ear. Somebody cleaned out that river last night, the one that you and Bellamy

were supposed to be patrolling.

Now get on your bike and follow me.

Now!

I'm sorry, I was just looking into a little local history.

Oh, that's all right. It makes a change not to have the place overrun with

poachers. I can imagine.

Lord Ashfordly.

Eileen Rennell.

And this is Constable Rowan's daughter, Katie.

Ah.

Was this an old abbey once?

Yes, St Columba's. Done away with during the dissolution of the monasteries when

my family got the land.

Has anyone ever excavated the site?

Not seriously, no. Old Brigstocke did a bit of work up here before the war, but

it never came to very much.

The late Professor Brigstocke?

Yes, that's right.

Look, if you're interested, why not call round to the hall sometime? You can

have a run of the library, if you like.

I might take you up on that, thank you.

I'd be very pleased. It's so nice to see someone who takes an interest in these

things.

Why, this looks serious.

We only need another one, we could have a game of solo.

Where were you last night, Greengrass?

In the house, on my own, doing note.

Not that it's anything to do with you. What's up? Somebody pinched your wittle?

Do you have any fish on the premises?

Yeah.

Really? A stuffed one in a glass case.

You know what I mean, Greengrass.

Trout. Well, of course I've got trout.

Then show me.

I bought them from the fishmonger. Unless, of course, you can purge your

otherwise.

Fine.

Tear this place apart.

Afternoon.

Don't forget to wipe your feet.

Caught trespicking, eh?

Hardly. Just a little exploring.

I thought I'd follow up on the treasure rumors.

It doesn't exist.

I'm not too sure.

There's a ruined abbey on his land and no one has ever found out what happened

to its contents.

And what's that got to do with Bridgestone?

Well, he explored the site in the 1930s.

Maybe he found something of value.

And that's what he mentioned to Rita before he died.

Exactly.

Nice fish, this.

Isn't it?

Very fresh.

The library.

Ah, don't suppose that Constable Rowan has found out who stole my fish yet, has

he?

No.

But he's got a few suspects, I'm sure.

Someone dies and the house gets burgled.

But nothing of real value gets stolen.

There was an old lady who was widowed a couple of weeks back, complained that

somebody had been messing about with her knick -knacks.

It was an unevent, though, wasn't it? Just like the break -in at Bridgestock's

place. Who knew the professor was dead?

Well, just to buy everybody in the pub.

And the undertakers, of course. There could be a connection there.

You still here, Owen?

Fish, man.

Think fish.

On me way, Sarge.

Any luck?

It's all rather over my head.

Most of it's in Latin. Yes, I didn't think there was much to go on.

So, if you do turn anything up, you might let me know. We need a new roof.

And the coffin was in the room when they broke in?

With the occupant set up on the table. He must have walked straight past it.

That is really creepy.

I think it's disgusting.

Like up at Professor Brigstock.

The old man hardly called as someone tries to burgle the place.

Diabolical, that's what it is.

It's not good for business either, is it, Herbert?

Speaking of which, mustn't keep the dead waiting.

Has that Joseph Walker been in?

No. Why do you want him?

No reason.

Just, you know, he owes me a drink.

Hello.

Mary Second.

I'm writing a book on old English abbeys and heard you have some ruins on your

land. Well, well, two inquirers in one day.

Goodbye, Mrs Reynolds.

Do please call again.

Yes, thank you.

And do please come in, Miss Sacker.

Eileen? In here.

That fish we had last night, where did you get it from?

It was local.

Oh, you mean that's your store and you're sticking to it?

Something like that, yes.

It was a present from Claude Greengrass.

Look, the golden rule is we treat all gifts from Claude Greengrass with

suspicion.

How would you say it? Haven't you noticed? All the lifts frugally.

The only eat -off, solid gold plates. Everything.

Everything. All the crosses and that. Everything.

All 18 carat. You're not going all religious, are you, Claude?

No, I might be.

Well, then, game of scotch.

I thought he said he owed you.

Yeah, well, I've changed my mind. Come on, chop, chop.

Hey, you know who we're talking about, like the professor and the treasure?

Are you positive he never actually ever hinted as to where he did meet?

Never. All he said was it was safest where he found it.

Um, three bogs.

Put it on the slate.

Thank you very much.

Three burglaries, three funerals and all different undertakers.

That could be a simple explanation.

But don't just keep it to yourself, Alf. I'm someone who reads the... Death

columns of the local papers.

Great.

Any progress?

We're working on it, Sarge. Don't let me stop you. I want a full summary of your

investigations by tonight, Ventus.

I'm off to Edenfield.

He seems to be spending more time out than in these days.

And more over there than over here.

How do you mean?

Nick's anti -Ioleen.

Never.

That I had her down as a woman of taste and discretion.

Now then, how was the fish?

Very nice.

You must have a very generous friend.

Oh, oh, yeah.

Was there something you wanted?

No, not really. It's just, you remember I told you about St Columba, you know,

and all the gold and that? Well, I found out he's got an abbey.

What about it?

Well, I thought you might know where it was, you know, because I'm a bit like

you. I'm very interested in history.

Really? Oh, well, I can tell you. The ruins are on the Ashfordly Estate near

Celtic Cross.

Right, well, I'll let you get on with it then.

There was an American lady asking about it as well.

How do you mean? Heard anything?

You know what I mean, George. Has anyone offered to sell you any fish?

It's a matter of fact, yes, but I said no.

Who? Who do you think?

Yeah, I've already tried him, drawn a blank.

He's either flogged it already or someone thought it for him.

How about Joseph?

Well, I can't see it myself.

Rita wouldn't let him keep hooky fish in the house.

Claude was being a bit secretive with Herbert the other day.

Mind you, they were probably talking about the treasure, cos everyone is.

That's all I need.

Did you find your ruins, Miss Secker? Better than that. I found the owner.

Right, well, keep your ears open.

Oh, happy birthday, Gina.

Ta. I'll see you later.

Hello, Oscar.

Eileen.

What brings you into our neck of the woods?

Poachers.

Ah.

Or to be more specific, Claude Jeremiah Greengrass.

Really? Aye.

He took Lord Ashfordly's trout from under some of the highest -placed noses

the land.

Oh, dear.

And I want him to see me round every bend.

Right.

Well, I'd best be off.

Bid you good day.

Good luck.

Oscar? Eileen?

Would you care to pop round for a bite of supper this evening?

Well, that would be very nice.

About eight?

Lovely.

Thank you.

I heard about that Queen Street burglary when we went for the coffin.

Have you handled any other funerals recently?

Apart from Queen Street, it's been quiet.

I blame this new yoghurt stuff myself.

Do your ushers work for you full time?

No, can't afford it.

They just come in as and when.

And who else is involved in the business?

Well, Herbert does the make -up.

He's the best layer out in the area. Works for most of the Ashfordly

undertakers. He does make -up?

For the bodies.

Always makes them look lovely, does Herbert. He's in demand.

Where is he now?

Oh, home in Ashfordly. He's fetching the professor over later.

Ashfordly Police.

I wonder if you could tell us if Herbert Morris works for you.

He does.

Thank you very much.

He's the only one who works for all three Undertakers.

Must be him, isn't he?

They'll stop and look around.

Mrs Morris?

Yes?

Is your son Herbert in, please?

No, he had to pick a body up from the hospital.

Would you mind if we take a look in his room?

Not in any trouble, is he?

We'd just like to eliminate him from our enquiries.

Oh, well, you'd better come in.

Smells good.

He brought me a nice bit of fish for my tea.

There's not much room, is there?

He's never so proud of his collection.

And he's got names for them all.

This is his latest one.

He calls it The Professor.

Here it comes.

We're not ready for visitors.

I'm sure the professor won't mind.

I like them to look the best, you know.

Get there nice and clean.

When I finish the professor, he'll have a lovely smile.

I'm the last person to see.

I like them to remember me kindly.

Do you remember them?

Everyone I've ever laid out?

Is that why you take things from them?

What do you mean?

We've seen your room, Herbert.

All those ornaments.

They're just bits of stuff.

Still breaking into somebody's house, though.

I think you'd better come down the station with us.

You don't understand.

They wanted me to have them.

Hey, you, er... You got anyone else in here? No, the professor's the only

just now.

Right to take a look? Well, I don't know about that.

Well, Lord Ashford, if they're with us, Herbert, I don't think he wants you to

take these.

And just what do you think you're doing, darling?

You must know I'm exploring.

This is all part of our national archaeological heritage. It's not part

yours. I'm arresting you for trespassing, breaking and entering,

a burial site and grave robbing. Have you left out kicking a policeman?

Bring grass on your feet.

Now watch it!

Oh,

brilliant.

Why don't you bury us alive?

As usual, Blayton.

Blame me.

You brought a whole damned tunnel down you.

Any of your cronies know you're down here.

I'll definitely come on my own.

What about that four -legged mutt of yours outside? He's more intelligent

you. Do you think he'll raise the alarm?

He's alert, you don't play me laughing.

Hello there.

What's in the packet of crisps?

They're going to be after you.

Mind you put it on the plate.

It's alright, give me a puff then, Judge.

Alright, go on, enjoy yourself.

Mind you back by chucking out time, though.

I will be.

So how old are you then, Gina?

I'm twenty -four, if you must know.

Twenty -four and still on the snow.

I wasn't gauging I was twenty -four.

That's nothing.

I've been married for years.

Well, come on then, Maggie.

Have a look, Mr. Bolton.

It's a long, long story.

What's up?

Strength.

Who are they?

Former residents.

Let's hope we don't join them.

Yeah.

Lovely, Maggie.

Here, thanks, mate.

Oh, it makes a change to cook for other people.

Will you fill it?

Mm, yeah.

I normally just open up a tin.

You get lazy living on your own.

Yeah, I suppose I never have done, really. Oh, lucky you.

Mind you, I suppose it must depend on who you live with.

How do you mean?

Well, it can't have been easy for you this past year.

Well, Eileen said about getting used to it.

I think the hardest part was persuading her not to keep rushing me to answer the

phone. Oh, well, could have been worse.

Come on, you two.

I can see some light.

I feel lucky I didn't fall down on top of you.

What

was

that?

What's up with you?

I think I broke my leg.

Thought it'd be your neck.

I found it.

I think I found the treasure.

So how come you ended up on your own? I really didn't know what to tell.

We fell in love, we got married.

We were too young.

Simple as that.

Yeah.

I couldn't blame him.

I couldn't blame myself.

I think that was the worst part of it, really.

The life of love as quickly as we fell into it.

Makes you kind of careful.

I can't make Ellen a tell of any of this.

Give it here, Greg.

Good luck.

Now, listen.

There's no gold crosses, plates or oats.

All it is is these flaming books and a couple of brass goblets and a work note.

What a waste of time.

No wonder you can't read it.

This is Latin.

Down. I want a solicitor.

It's a bit late.

You signed a statement.

I want to ring me mum.

Ashfordly Police Station.

Hello, Alf. It's Eileen here.

Oh, Eileen.

What's up?

Is Sergeant Blaketon there?

He was due here for dinner ages ago, but he hasn't arrived.

I haven't seen him all afternoon.

I'll try to get a hold of him on the radio.

I'm going to have to go. It's nearly closing time.

What, are you worried you might turn into a pumpkin?

No, but my Uncle George will if I'm not back till after orders.

I'll walk you back.

All right.

I can have one for the row.

Here you go.

Thanks, Maggie.

Thanks, mate. Good night, Maggie.

Glad you could come.

See you, Nick.

Wish me luck.

I'll best be off as well, Maggie.

Thanks for tonight. I really enjoyed it. Good.

You know you can be too careful.

Sorry for that.

Damn.

Hello?

Yes.

Eileen.

Hello, Eileen. What's up?

He was due here for dinner, but no -one's seen him since he went off

Greengrass.

What have I done to deserve this?

Stuck down here with you.

Yeah. There's not a bundle of fun for me either.

You're a loathsome specimen, Greengrass.

Am I?

Well, snap.

I could have been a divisional inspector if it weren't for you.

It's thanks to you that I'm still a sergeant.

You know, you've got that job through, relatives.

Happy birthday, dear Gina.

Happy birthday to you.

George,

have you seen Sergeant Blaketon this evening?

No, he hasn't been in.

How about Greengrass?

Him neither.

Why, what's up?

Well, Blaketon seems to have gone missing.

Alfred's been here all night, but no sign of Claude.

It's not like him to miss a lock -in. I made a piece of cake.

So they've both gone missing?

Joe, look, you take Greengrass's place. I'll meet you back at the police house,

all right?

Thanks, Joe.

Any news?

No, no, Greengrass has gone missing as well.

He was grilling me about this treasure again today.

I can't see him and Sergeant Blaketon on a treasure hunt together.

Well, neither can I.

What if Joseph had put Greengrass onto something?

He's the only other person who seems to know anything.

Greengrass. What?

I'm freezing.

I'm freezing.

Probably the shock with your leg.

Yeah.

And me coat.

So what did you tell him?

Well, just that the professor had the stove and he hid it.

You must have given him some idea of where, Joseph.

I don't know how, because I never knew.

All Brickstock said to me was, it's safest where he found it.

In Abbey Ruins.

This one's Chuck.

Got a shovel and a land rope.

I think we need more than that.

Come on.

Do you think there could be another way out?

Well, I'll have a look. You get in touch with Eileen.

She's been reading up on these roads.

What are you doing? I'm trying to keep us alive.

I'm lighting a fire.

The smoke will kill us.

No, it's all dust.

Smoke rises, don't it? It'll go up through the rocks. Somebody might see

I don't know.

I don't know. I'm scared.

Oh, neither did I, don't you think?

Eileen said it looked like an underground labyrinth in Lord

That could be anywhere.

He fills out chasing civil defence to get them to start digging.

We'd better check these records then.

That could be a problem.

He's lent them out.

Who to?

I've been collating some research from 12th century monasteries.

Yeah, with papers stolen from Professor Brigstocke.

Now, why don't you tell us exactly what you're doing here?

OK.

I was Professor Brigstocke's assistant for a while, way back.

I went to see him two nights ago.

You broke in and found him dead?

Yes. Well, why didn't you stay there?

I panicked and ran.

I took these along with me. I knew he was working on something secret, but I

didn't know what until now.

So what is it?

He found the Abbey Library.

It's that important?

It's a revelation.

There's a version of the Anglo -Saxon Chronicle down there.

And two men down there with it.

Now, do any of these show us another way in?

I just hope they're all right.

There's definitely some kind of tunnel leading to Brigstock's house. The

could be a good place to start looking.

Where have you had this coat, Greengrass?

I'm being bitten.

If you don't shut up, it'll be me doing it.

Greengrass. What?

I just wanted to say... What?

The most intelligent thing you've said all night.

Anyone smell burning?

Seems to be strongest over here.

It's the toast.

I'll get a rope.

Claude?

We're down here. Get us out.

All right, all right, we're trying.

Any injuries down there, Claude?

Well, he blinked and he's got a broken leg.

Well, try and keep him warm.

I don't think I've been doing all night.

Ambulance is on its way.

About flaming time and all.

Bill?

Who took your time?

It's nice to see you too, Claude.

I think the sergeant's going to need a stretcher.

Sergeant, what about me?

Yeah, all right, Claude.

So did you find your treasure, then?

Treasure? There weren't any, apart from a couple of brass goblets worth about

ninepence.

Well, it's a shame you went to so much trouble, then. I need some form of

compensation. I spent the night down here with him.

Oh,

it's good to have you back, Claude.

Does this mean we're engaged?

Come on, Claude.

It's devastating.

The text could have filled in years of history that are just blank.

Did you know the professor had hidden the entire library?

Not for sure, but I wondered.

So why didn't you say something sooner?

I guess my university library would have been interested in finding the

collection.

Or taking it.

Look, we're all losers here.

I just wish it had been left where it was.

Afternoon. Hi, Nick.

Well, you're looking better, Sarge.

So are you, Cole.

There's nothing wrong with him, Maggie. Can't you get him out of here?

No, I can't.

You're both in for observation, even if there is no more than a suspected

fracture between the two of you.

Well, you're still under arrest, Greengrass.

Breaking and entering, just you remember that.

Oh, you shouldn't, Leighton.

You heard what the doctor said.

Redundant for me keeping you warm, you'd have pegged it. So you keep telling me.

Actually, Sarge, we've had some Crown agents nosing around.

They seem to think you've lost some important treasures.

There wasn't any flaming treasure, just a load of old books. Shut it,

Greengrass. The books were the treasure.

Were they?

Yeah.

Worth an absolute fortune, apparently.

Do you think you can fetch the nurse?

I don't think I'm going to be very well.

Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

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