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

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

Another street push on the left, mate.
Cheers. Thanks a lot.

But if he's a probationer, why is he
coming here?

I mean, they're usually sent to bigger
stations where there's more supervision.

Well, it's probably a vote of confidence
in you, Ventress.

Me? I assume a senior pro here will want
to look after his progress.

Well... Good.

They need a desk, Sarge.

Well, they were a bit cramped in here
already.

You can use whatever's available,
Bellamy.

Apart from parade, there's no need for
you to congregate in here. Your beat

bobby's not bell ringers.

Morning. I'm Nicholson, sir.

Come through, Nicholson.

Ashfordly Police, David. You can put
your bag there for the time being.

It's Lord Ashfordly for you, Sarge. Oh,
I'll take it in my office.

Make us off at home, Nicholson.

Come, Peter.

Morning, Mrs Parker.

Hello.

It's David from Scripps Taxis. Yes, of
course.

You called us to come pick you up,
remember?

Yes, but I've forgotten where I wanted
to go.

Oh, shops.

Ah, yes, of course. I'll just slip a
coat on.

You'll need your purse and your keys and
your shopping list, Mrs Parker.

Right. You got your keys and your money?

Yes, in my handbag.

Where is it?

Just a second.

Just two cells?

Yeah.

They must get crowded.

Not really.

Mind you, you might find it a bit
quieter after Scarborough.

Yeah, right, Scarborough. A sin city.

Oh, come on. You must have had a few
mods and rockers picking over

Yeah, true.

So why here, then?

Just following orders.

That's about it, Tom.

Thanks.

Well, feel free to look through the
files.

Right.

Where do I sit?

Well, this is my desk.

This is mine.

And that one?

Yeah. Good choice.

Settle yourself in. Right. Oh, just one
more question.

Where's the older... Well, it's back
through there in the cells.

Well, he seems right enough.

Do we know anyone in Scarborough?

I'll make inquiries.

Very kind, thank you.

And you're sure all the Peters were here
yesterday?

How's it do? I came in to help prepare
for the party. I'd have seen straight

away if anything were missing.

And the door's locked?

No.

Why not?

Must never have been necessary.

I see.

Right, well, could you describe to me
the missing object?

Oh, it's a kind of figure. It's darkish.

Foreign. Not very nice, to be honest.
That's me. Why, I wanted to show him

Right. I see.

And you say this is not the first time
things have gone missing? No.

Lost some pieces after a party a couple
of weeks ago.

But you didn't support it?

Well, that was a dinner party. Friends,
acquaintances.

Didn't want to risk offending anyone,
and that's still the case.

I don't follow.

I don't want you questioning my guess,
Craddock. I just want the items listed

and looked out for.

OK. And were the objects valuable?

Well, I've no idea, but they were
valuable to me because they'd been

through generations.

Well, so you'll have no problem
describing them.

Ah.

Carved figures, dark wood, crudely made.

That's it.

Well, if you need some more, you better
have a word with Patrick Mason.

Patrick Mason?

Yes. Postgraduate student up from
London.

Asked if he'd come here and do a
theatric on my family history.

There's been catalogue in my collection,
rootling around in the attic.

Who's taking your time?

Oh.

That's where Mrs Parker is shot.

As long as you've added the waiting time
to her fare.

I would have done only... Only what?

Didn't come back.

Didn't come back?

You mean she... Yeah, she went home on
the bus.

You will?

Look, she must have forgotten that I was
waiting for her.

David, I'm trying to run a business
here.

Well, I can't help it, can I?

Look, just go and ask her for the money.

I can't do that.

Why not?

Well, because she'll have forgotten that
I took her anywhere.

Well, tell her.

Go on now.

And if she wants to go shopping, do the
job properly. Go shopping with her.

Mr Mason.

Hello.

Sergeant Craddock and Constable Bradley.

Ashfordly Police.

Hello.

Mind the floorboards.

Right, thank you.

Lord Ashfordly has asked us to look into
the disappearance of certain artefacts

from his display cabinet.

Really? He thought you might be able to
give us a description of the missing

pieces.

Oh.

Well, that rather depends on whether
I've catalogued the display cases in

question. I've spent most of my time
reading around up here.

Looking for what exactly?

Pictures, books, relics.

Anything that might shed light on the
family's colonial past.

I wasn't aware they had a colonial past.

Most landed families in this country
have.

So why come here?

What? I thought it was a fair chance.
Nobody got here before me.

You're probably right.

And... Lord Ashfordly offered me free
accommodation, so it wasn't a hard

I think he's hoping I'll find something
valuable up here.

He's got to be a suspect.

A suspect, mate? Yeah, he's got access
to the house, he knows what he's looking

for. Maybe so, he just didn't seem a
likely villain to me.

You get anything from any of the staff?

Not really.

None of them could understand why
anybody would want to make them. Well,

somebody has, so without frightening the
horses, we'd better get looking.

Right, sir.

Well, where is he?

In the cells.

What for?

Shoplifting. With an accomplice.

This accomplice wouldn't be an 80 -year
-old with the memory of a goldfish,

would it? You've got it.

Her daughter was in earlier to collect
her.

You're not charging him, are you? No.

Just teaching him not to mix with
hooligan granite.

Phil, go and let David out, will you?

If we keep him any longer, he'll be
expecting his dinner.

Yeah, but it was you that said take the
shopping. I know what I said, David.

She didn't remember putting the things
in her pocket. But she certainly had you

in her pocket.

And she forgot to pay.

No, it's not her fault. David.

What? Shut up.

Right. And tomorrow, I'll do the
driving.

Settling in all right, Neil?

Yes, Asim.

Constable Ventress has been showing you
the rooms, has he? Oh, yes, Sarge. All

he needs to know. He can find the toilet
and the teapot blindfold.

Ventress knows I'm all for a laugh and a
joke, on an occasional basis.

What's been going on at Ashfordly Hall?

Some family heirlooms have disappeared.

Breaking? No, apparently not.

They went missing after they held two
parties there.

Only Lord Ashfordly does not want his
guests bothered.

He would rather we traipse around the
antique shops looking for them.

I hope you told him we've got better
things to do with our time, Sarge. He

wouldn't have believed me, Ventress.

Don't stop here.

African carvings and masks.

Ugly looking things, according to Mrs
Kellett, the cleaner.

Said they gave her the jitters.

Jessie Kellett?

Yes. Said they gave her the jitters?

Why? Well, she reckons she's a medium.

A spiritualist, you mean?

Yes. Mrs Ventress went to see her to get
in touch with her mother.

And did she?

No. She got a whiff of her uncle,
though.

Well, he was a bit of a spiritualist
himself. One bottle a day, in fact.

I take it you don't take Mrs. Kellett's
powers very seriously, then, Arthur?

Oh, I wouldn't say that. People swear
that she's genuine.

Did she have access to any of these
missing pieces?

Mm -hm.

I'll put her in the frame, then.

Why is that, then?

Well, she probably disposed of them to
save Lord Ashfordly from a damn good

haunting.

Sorry to trouble you again, Mrs. Keller.

What is it?

Well, I'd just like to ask you a couple
more questions.

Oh?

Do you mind if I come in?

More questions, you say?

Yes. Patrick Mason couldn't give us a
much better description of the missing

article than you.

Oh?

I was wondering whether you'd like to
try again for us.

Well, like I said, they were wood
sculptures.

One was so high, and the other smaller.

They weren't lifelike. They had big
heads and hands, but little legs.

But you've already told me that they
gave you the jitters.

They didn't belong there. Not to my way
of thinking.

Does anything else in the hall give you
the jitters?

Why? What's this about, Constable?

I've just explained.

No, you haven't. You're up to something.

Well, when I spoke to you last, you
seemed to react rather strangely.

What do you mean?

Well, you weren't too unhappy to see
them gone.

Almost relieved, in fact.

What are you saying? That I took them
because I didn't like them, is that it?

I'm not suggesting anything, Mrs Keller.

I've told you what I know, Constable.

So if you've done, I'd like to get on.

Where is he?

And it's out to get a snack, what have
you dug up?

A friend in Scarborough sent me this.

Our sprog make quite a splash.

The what?

They got carried away on Scarborough
skipping day.

Well, daft, but harmless.

Maximum penalty, drink all round for
looking at them.

Hold on.

This is what really put the skids under
him.

His helmet.

Yes, he gave it to a kid to hold while
he skipped, hey presto, the face of law

and order, Scarborough style.

Oh dear.

The sergeant's go, we can do a lot worse
than Craddock.

What do you say, Alf?

Worse, but not a lot worse.

Oh, come on, Alf.

He's not a bad skipper.

Skipper?

Of the team.

Oh. Have you got any pet hate?

Maybe one or two.

Don't be late.

Right. And don't be early. Makes us look
late.

Right.

He hates bad spelling.

Long hair.

Weak teeth.

Dirty boots.

Smoking in the station.

Right. Worst of all, they hate defence
solicitors who get villains bailed so

they can go off and do more jobs while
they're waiting to be sent down.

Law's a donkey, he said.

Donkey? He means ass. What?

The expression is, the law's an ass.

All right.

Keep your helmet on.

Patrick, hard as it again?

No.

Sooner you than me.

I only have to open one of these
blighters and fast asleep.

Thought I'd show you this letter I got
this morning from a... Daniel Meketso.

Ever heard of him?

Meketso?

No, no, I don't think I have.

Well, he was born in South Africa, but
now apparently lives in London, and

succeeded his father as the chief of the
Hosa tribe.

Says he's travelling north and wants to
meet me. I was rather hoping he might be

able to mark my card.

I'll see what I can find.

Good man.

And I'm not coming back!

Don't think I want you back.

Hang on a minute, mate!

And another thing, your mother is not
coming for Christmas.

What are you talking about? Your mother
is the cause of all our problems. Just

get in the car, will you? I've had
enough of you and your mother.

Hey, hang on a minute, mate. It's me,
darling.

Will you knock him off?

You left me sad and lonely.

Why did you leave me lonely?

Because it's a hard time only for me.

What do you think of me?

What do you think, mate?

I'm burning like a flame, dear.

I'll never be the same, dear.

I'll always place a blame, dear.

I think the snake's gone.

What do you mean it's gone?

It's gone. You're trying to... Please.

What did I do?

Oh, what did I do?

My tears for you make everything easy.

What did I do?

To you.

Here we are young man.

It's popped right.

No, thanks.

It suits my mood.

It was a quiet day, was it?

If only.

Never mind. Got some bookings for
tomorrow.

One of them looks right important.

Oh, well, you'd better hose down the
car, then.

Hey, it's spotless.

Not inside, it isn't.

Take a mop and a bucket and a wallpaper
scraper.

How many more?

There? Oh, about half a dozen or so.

African carved figures with big heads
and little legs.

They'll be daft enough to try sending
them locally. They'll be in the smoke by

now. Not the point.

They seem to be doing the job.

What, because he's Lord of the Money?

No, because he's chairman on the bench.

You've got a thing about authority, have
you?

What do you mean?

I like to cock a snook. Do you?

Not especially.

That's not what I've heard.

Who told you?

About what? About Scarborough.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah,

nice one.

Come on. What to do?

Scripps taxes?

Oh, yeah, Mr... Mo... Mo... Moquetsu.
Mo... Yeah.

You see that, man?

Lord Ashley remembered that he'd got
this picture in his family album. Now,

piece and this one I'm missing.

Where's your description again?

I'm no expert on African stuff, and I
don't think your poor grad student is

either.

If you can leave this with me, I'll show
it to someone who knows what they're

talking about.

Right. Thanks very much.

Well, a messenger brought this from
Ashfordly Hall. It's addressed to a

Daniel Mocchezzo, care of the
Aidensfield Arms.

Is someone having a go?

I've no idea.

Who have you got booked in for B &B?

Mr and Mrs Bannister and a Mr Kitson.

Mr Kitson?

Well, I think that's what he said on the
phone.

Kitson, Mocchezzo.

It could be him.

Hello. This is Mr.

Moketo.

He's booked in here. Ah, Chief Moketo,
welcome to the Aidensfield Arms. Thank

you.

Chief. Yes, David.

I'm sorry, but how did you know I was a
chief? Well, there was a letter arrived

for you, sir, from Lord Ashfordly. This
is Gina.

Hiya.

Excuse me.

Aidensfield Arms.

Very pleased to meet you, Hein. Please
call me Daniel.

I'm a chieftain, but I was educated in
this country.

Hang on. I'm actually an accountant.

I go to work on the tube.

Honestly. Chief, telephone.

Thank you.

Hello?

Daniel, it's me, Patrick.

Hey, how are you?

I'm fine.

Why are you here, Daniel?

Why?

It's not here.

I've looked.

Lots of other stuff, though.

Sounds promising.

When are we going to meet?

I don't know.

Would your thesis allow you even one
drink?

No.

It's better if we don't meet.

Why not?

Look, trust me, Daniel.

Till you hear from me again, you don't
know me, right?

Sergeant Craddock, sir.

Thank you.

Ah! News, Craddock? No, I'm afraid not,
sir.

My photograph not much help?

It's too soon to tell. We're having an
expert look at it now.

Apparently Mr Mason's description is a
bit wide of the mark.

Well, he's a happy student, Craddock,
not a dealer.

I suppose so.

Sir, have you thought of having the
grounds thoroughly searched?

What do you mean?

Well, one or two of your members of
staff have referred to the parties as

a bit boisterous.

Boisterous? Well, you know, the sort of
do where things get misused.

Have you thought of dredging the
fountain?

Fountain? Say, Craddock, this isn't some
rugby clubhouse.

Most of my guests are the epitome of
good manners, as you see if you came

evening. This evening?

I'm holding a reception party for a
distinguished guest.

Oh? Chief of the hostess.

My family were involved with his
forebears in the Eastern Cape.

South Africa, Sergeant.

That's quite... I was wondering about
security, actually.

Whether it might not be advisable to
have some sort of police presence.

Bob, is this a party? What sort of
impression would that make?

That's what I want, thinking plain
clothes.

Well, same difference.

Most of my guests would recognise your
men.

Well, that's true, I suppose.

Except for one.

There you go.

Where is he?

Who? His Highness.

He doesn't want to be disturbed by
riffraff.

Ah, that clears me, then.

There he is.

How did you know that was him?

Easy. You've splashed out all the
serviette for him.

Pardon my interruption, but I believe my
driver had the pleasure of your custom

earlier today.

It was a David, was it? Yes, Vernon
Scripps of Scripps Taxis.

Might I have a word?

Please.

First off, were you happy with our

service? Perfectly, thank you. Oh, good.

Only it's my company's first brush with
royalty.

You're a chieftain, I understand.

Yeah, but I really wouldn't make that
worrying.

Worrying about the comfort and
convenience of our customers is what we

for, Your Majesty.

And since I hear that you're to be guest
of honour at Ashfordly Hall tonight, it

would be my pleasure to chauffeur you
there at no cost to yourself.

Well, of course you can take me, but I'm
not looking for a free ride, Mr

Scripps. Well, it wouldn't be free
exactly.

You see, I'd like your royal seal of
approval in return.

How do you spell that?

X H O S

A Soap, sir.

And the other bit?

Trouble? I'm going undercover.

Undercover? Where?

To a party at Ashfordly Hall.

Why you?

Nobody knows me around here.

Pardon me.

Sarge, news on the identification of
Ashfordly's pieces.

They're South African in origin, either
Zulu or Exosa.

It seems that Patrick Mason isn't such a
good judge of artefacts after all.

Unless he's been deliberately misleading
us.

Get the new description circulated, will
you?

Right.

Oh, um... Sarge, don't you think
Nicholson's a bit green

for solo undercover work?

Very probably. What's your point?

Well, I was just wondering if somebody
should go with him, Sarge. You know, a

fellow guest sort of thing.

Let's go in as a waiter, not a guest,
Bellamy. Oh, a waiter.

But if you have a suggestion... No, no,
no. A waiter's perfect.

But this Hoser King is Chief McKetsoe's
ancestor.

Yeah. And would have known my
grandfather.

On and off the battlefield, the last
frontier war, 1878,

ended with the king's death.

The tribe was disarmed and their land
incorporated into the Cape Colony.

Brought into the fall day.

Fascinating, thank you.

What is that?

It's your transport.

Stuff on wheels.

It's a museum piece.

Well, do you want to go on this or a
bus?

I'll think about it.

All right.

As long as it's after dark.

Welcome, Chief Maketsa.

Thank you for the invitation.

Honoured and delighted to have you as my
guest.

Do come.

General Archibald Ashfordly of the
Frontier Light Horse.

My grandfather.

An impressive portrait.

Indeed.

I've read some of his letters about his
time in the Eastern Cape.

Spent a lot of it defending your people
from the Dutch, I believe.

Is that so?

A man of high principle, it was always
said. As a boy, I'd look up to this

portrait. Wonder how I could ever match
up to him.

Sorry, I came in, couldn't resist.

Yeah, right.

I'm Patrick.

Patrick Mason, staying over at the
lodge.

Don't worry, me and his lordship are
like that.

So aren't you in there?

Good question. I'm too busy.

Yeah, me too.

Sorry.

I haven't seen you before.

Yeah, I'm new here.

Well, maybe see you around here.

Yeah, all right.

What else are you planning to do while
you're in Yorkshire? Oh, nothing else.

meet you was my goal.

My father had always promised the people
that he'd make the journey.

When he died, I felt it was up to me to
keep his promise.

Well, I'm flattered, I must say.

Baby, do you understand me now?

Sometimes I feel a little mad.

Don't you know that no one alive can
always be an angel?

When things go wrong, I seem to be bad.

Sometimes it seems that all I have to do
is worry.

And then you're bound to see my other
side.

I'm just a soul whose intentions are
good.

Oh, Lord, please don't let me be
misunderstood.

Yes, I'm just a soul whose intentions
are good.

Oh, Lord, please don't let me be
misunderstood.

Mean to put you to so much trouble.

Nonsense. There's time only repairing an
old family debt.

Maybe so.

But I have another request that may
impose on your generosity even more.

Oh, what's that?

The Hoser people say that the general
brought back trophies of his military

campaigns. You mean mementos and such?

Masks, sculptures, and other items
containing the spirits of our ancestors.

Things of a deep... cultural
significance to the tribe.

I see.

Well, my father promised his people that
one day he would repatriate them.

Repatriate them?

Yes. And that's why you're here?

Yes.

Well, I'm sorry. If you're asking me to
hand over treasured family possessions,

I'm afraid I'm going to have to
disappoint you. No, I'm sorry. I've put

badly. No, no, you've made yourself
pretty clear, Chief McKetzer.

And I don't think that the general would
be in the least a bit impressed.

Alpha 2 -5 to Control.

Receiving.

Thank you very much for your
hospitality, Lord Ashfordly. My

I'm sorry for what I said earlier.

I offended you.

Forget all about it, shall we? I wish I
could.

I do hope you will reconsider my
request.

Well, then I'm afraid there's nothing
more to be said.

Till tomorrow, Your Majesty.

Around ten o 'clock. I'll bring a
photographer, and if you could wear

what you're wearing now... Was that part
of the deal?

Pump and splendour by the bucketful.
That's what we want.

All right. See you in the morning.

Daniel.

Patrick. Good to see you, man. You too.

How are you doing? I'm doing well. I
will see you out well. What?

Patrick, what have you done?

Back to their rightful owner.

Right. Stay exactly where you are.

Your student existence seems to have
loosened your grip on reality, Mr.

It wasn't stealing.

So you say.

It's the Ashfordly family who've done
the stealing.

I doubt very much of a court will see it
like that.

Come in.

Sergeant, Lord Ashfordly's here.

Oh.

Good morning, sir.

What's good about it, Craddock? You put
this young man on the job last night and

things still went, eh? Well, not to
mention glass breakages and a nasty

the carpet.

Oh, yes. I'm sorry about that, sir.

However, I think you'll find Constable
Nicholson hasn't been wasting his time.

Good Lord.

Is this all your property, sir?

I assume so.

Don't you know, sir?

I have cellars and attics full of junk,
Craddock. I can't be expected to

recognise everything.

Thank you.

So you didn't know what Mr Macon was
doing?

No. But you say you're to blame.

When we were students together, I took
him home to South Africa on a vacation.

I introduced him to the people, their
way of life.

It made him passionate about our cause.

But you didn't conspire with him to
steal? No.

So why did you come here?

To ask Lord Ashfordly to give back
something that belonged to my ancestors.

The dead Hoser King.

Something of no monetary value, but of
great spiritual importance to our

Well, I thought if I'd explained it to
him, he'd do the honourable thing.

You planned this from the beginning?

Yeah. Together?

No. Hard to believe.

Deception is not in Daniel's nature.

Or his people's.

That's why they've been so easily double
-crossed. Double -crossed? By the

British.

After men like Archibald Ashfordly put
them to the sword, we took their land.

Drove thousands into labour for white
farmers. It's still going on.

I don't doubt your sincerity, Mr Mason.

But you're going about things the wrong
road.

Ashfordly would never give the stuff
back of his own free will.

So you took it.

And I didn't have to kill or mutilate
anyone to do it.

I'm shocked.

I gave both men my hospitality all the
time they were planning this.

Well, Mason claims he was simply
recovering items looted by your

Well, I see.

Caught in the act, so he tries to
blacken a proud name.

Well, I've no fears on that score. You
throw the book at them, Sergeant.

Hello?

Sharp!

Oh, hello, Gina, love.

What do you want?

Chief McKesson. He's agreed to do a
publicity shot for me. Is he ready?

I don't think so.

What's he doing?

Porridge. Oh, well.

A man deserves to have a good breakfast.

I mean he's in the nick, behind bars.

Yes. Well, look, we'll take a good look
round and we'll get back to you.

Yes. Thank you very much for calling.
Bye -bye.

Ketso's statement.

I believe it.

Yes. So do I.

But we don't count, do we?

That was Mrs Parker's daughter on the
phone, the old lady we brought in for

shoplifting. She said she's lost a very
valuable ring and wants to know if we

found one.

Right.

Good news, Mrs Kett.

The police have detained Patrick Mason
and Daniel McKesson.

What for?

Stealing my African artefacts.

Surely not, sir.

Caught with the booty, Mrs K.

They'll all be coming back just as soon
as the court has dealt with them.

Five minutes!

No!

One photo is all I need!

Mr McKesson's in custody. He isn't
available for personal appearances.

I need him to do is stand in the yard.

You can cuff him to the taxi if it makes
life easier.

I'm perfectly at ease with the way
things are.

Just my flaming luck.

Is your car the one David drove Mrs
Parker to the shop to?

You what?

Mrs Parker, the old lady we brought in
for shoplifting.

Did she ride in your car?

Why? She's misplaced the ring. Prize
family heirloom.

Her daughter's been asking if she lost
it here.

Very interesting.

There's a £50 reward for the finder.

Oh, aye.

Hmm.

Hello, Mrs. Kellett.

Hello. I hear you've arrested Patrick
and Mr. McKetzel.

Yes, we're questioning them now.

I've got to know Patrick a little,
Constable.

And I'm sure he thinks what he did was
for the best.

I can't comment on that, I'm afraid. No,
I suppose not.

Anyway, I've got something for them to
eat. Is that allowed?

Just to cheer them up?

Well... Could you do that for me?

You stay here with Mr. Makatsu.

Nicholson, get this bait.

What is this nonsense, Crowder? It may
well prove to be nonsense, sir, but it's

best to clear it up now rather than let
false allegations fester.

Search the house as much as you want,
but my guess is if there's anything

relevant to that gentleman, it's already
in the van you impounded.

Won't need to search the house at all,
sir.

What?

Over there, I think.

Over here, I think.

Just a moment. Craddock, you can't go
rootling around in there. It's a packed

cemetery.

Care will be taken, my lord.

Digby, my good man.

And the lock, please.

What is it, Sarge?

It's a head.

What?

A feathered head.

Who is it?

Well, according to Mr. Maketsu, it's the
head of his ancestor.

Feathered by Archibald Ashfordly in 1878
and brought back here as a souvenir.

Come and look at this.

Found it in the attic more than 20 years
ago.

No idea who it was or where it came
from. Just wanted to get it buried.

Of course, the press are going to have a
field day.

The more griddly the discovery, the
better they like it.

Well, it's publicity absolutely
necessary, Craddock.

Well, it's bound to come out when Mr
Mason and Mr Maketsu appear in court.

I appreciate it puts your family name in
a less than savoury light.

That's not my main concern, Sergeant.

Oh? Well, the dignity of the victim must
be uppermost in our minds.

Yes, of course.

And that won't be best served in a lurid
Sunday rag.

The fact is, Craddock, this has not only
turned my stomach, it's also changed my

mind. In what way, my lord?

I'd like to make restitution to Chief
Maketsu and his people by returning the

head and the artefacts to their rightful
homeland.

Thank you, my lord.

Such statesmanship is rare.

And do you still intend to press
charges, sir? Of course not, Craddock.

And Mr Mason?

He's a different matter.

Then I'm sorry, sir, I cannot accept
your offer if Patrick stays in custody.

I mean, what he did was misguided, but
not for personal gain.

Be lenient, sir, and your name will be
revered forever in our folklore.

Tell me, if I agree, will this whole
ghastly business remain a private

Of course.

Everyone should be allowed to worship
their ancestors.

Yeah. Mind how you go?

Thanks.

How did you know about the head?

I saw him bury it.

I didn't know what it was, but whenever
I went near that spot, I knew something

was amiss.

I've never felt such a powerful
presence.

You're going home now?

Yes. I knew someone would come for him.

Let's hope the poor soul can find some
peace at last.

Cheerio, then.

Is there any... chance of you two
lending us a hand here.

We've done our share of looking in
there.

What are you doing, Mr. Vernon?

What does it look like, David?

Looks like you had a car crash, but from
the inside out.

I am looking for a lost ring belonging
to the batty old girl you went shopping

with. Oh, it's Mrs. Parker.

Yes. There's a reward going begging.

A reward?

Yes. Well, there's no need for that.

I'll save you that until I saw her.