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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 say, Bradford, are you completely blind?

You're down on the road, Ashfordly, whatever you might think.

Oh, look at this. What a mess.

Is anyone hurt?

Only male pride.

Such a fragile bloom.

My dear Mary.

Don't look at yourself like a low -lump schoolboy.

Gordon, please.

You had your chance, Ashfordly, years ago.

And the better man won.

Ah, Fernie. What's this? One foot on the wagon?

I'm going to get back to the garage. The work's piling up now.

She'll be back before you know it.

A bit of truth, you say, Fernie? A couple of expensive -looking dents.

I'll have to join the queue.

Something special, is it?

The fox hunting season starts tomorrow.

You'd think it'd be the foxes needing the drink.

What was that?

That's it.

Here. Ow!

That must be something you're wearing.

After a car?

I'm thinking about a capri, yeah?

All style, no substance.

Alfa Romeos are nice.

Rust buckets.

You need some of solid and reliable, good fuel economy and affordable spare

parts. I take it you have something in the garage burning.

One careful lady owner.

None, actually.

1 ,200 miles on her clock.

Each and every one of them holy.

I must have something by the weekend.

I'm off to London to see Shona.

My sister.

Brandy, please, do you know? Coming up, my lord.

There's 15 couple on that list that'll run down any fox, Mr. Radford.

What's happened to Storm?

He's not come up right, sir.

You've had all summer long.

Maybe it's you who hasn't come up right. It's not for the want of time you've

spent down the kennels, as you know yourself.

Gordon has had rather a lot on his plate recently, but we've put a stop to that,

haven't we, dear?

I'll see you bright and early.

I want the horses looking their best, even if we can't sell us empty arms.

Such charm. One of the hunting set I gather.

Yes, the master, Gordon Radford.

He certainly has a gift for getting up people's noses.

Who's the other chap?

Alec Pickering looks after the hounds.

They used to get on well.

I have turned a blind eye to your many affairs, Gordon, but I will not... Have

my nose rubbed in it by the kennelman's wife.

I've broken it off, Mary. What more do you want?

What we agreed.

Pickering goes and your mistress with him.

The atmosphere's a bit strange. What have you been up to?

Storm is Mr Radford's favourite hound. Now, Storm's parents are Countess and

Traveller. And he was from a little bit of a side by Nelson, who people say was

the greatest of them all.

David, is there a lot you don't know about the Aspergill?

Not a lot, no.

Except how to make any spondulics out of them.

It's not for that, I'm peg.

Everything's for that, lad. It's just a matter of knowing how.

Go on, have another sip.

They'll get no tart of that lot, Peggy.

They do as they like.

Ride where they want.

They get away with murder.

Your views are well known, Richard. Let's not have any trouble, shall we?

They're the trouble, Oscar.

I don't wish them any harm who let me alone.

I'm the hunt secretary, Richard. You have my word. Any damage on your land,

you'll be fully compensated. I don't want compensation.

I want the toffs and the dogs to keep off my land.

Just calm down, Richard.

You're a cracked record.

And for the record, I decide where we hunt, not you.

Set foot on my land tomorrow. We'll see what happens.

I'll take that as an invitation.

Oh, so it's true what we say about dogs and honeybees.

No, no, no, no.

These aren't for you, my furry friend.

There's a farm called Misery, but of that we'll have none.

Because we know a one that's always lots of fun. And this one's name is Jolity.

To lead me, folks, it's great. For everything sings out to us as we go

the gate.

All the little pigs, the grunts and howl, the cats meow, the dogs bow wow.

Everybody makes a row down on Jolity Farm.

Ow!

What was that spark?

It's the dry atmosphere, I think. Or the boots.

It is highly charged personality.

Aha. Brine nylon.

Drip -dry shirts.

The bachelor's burden.

Mrs Ventress wouldn't give them a house room.

Alf, real men don't iron.

Right. The astrogly hunt meets there.

It does no harm to be visible at these events.

Messing. And to babysit a bunch of toffs on horseback.

Why not?

You're taxed. with dealing with the upper echelons has often been noted.

Looks like it smells good. Oh, just a few big bones, that'll...

Oh,

what will you give me?

Right, ladies and gents, make sure you can all see the camera and try and keep

tidy line.

Hang on.

There's somebody missing.

Joanna, where's your mother?

Well, better late than never, I suppose, Stella.

The shirt I put on was missing a button, Oscar.

Talk about letting it all hang out.

Now, that would have been an entrance.

Oscar Blaketon.

Right, then.

Let's try that again.

All of you, watch the birdie.

Good hunting, master.

Enjoy it yourself, Pickery.

It'll be your last.

I've decided to let you go.

You have an affair with my wife and I get the sack.

If you were after a man, it would never have happened.

You're a weakling.

You deserve everything you get.

My aniseed balls.

You ate them all.

I didn't have 17 left at bedtime last night, plus one half -sucked. Well, I've

invested your aniseed balls, David.

They're now part of the bigger picture.

Well, you've got no right. They're my favourite. David, you'll be able to

in aniseed balls after today's over.

Trust me, did I ever say, and it didn't happen?

Well... You're not too old for a thick ear.

What have you done to the hounds?

Look at them.

Tired, listless.

Well, well shot are you. Not a minute too soon.

Simply not called for.

My training of your sensibilities on your noblesse oblige.

Well, I'm not noble, and I'm not obliged to anyone.

We'll try Copstone Wood.

That means a hunt crossing Richard Smith's land. As I no doubt have for the

400 years.

Well, so why not go to Aysegul instead of what end?

Copstone Wood.

How do you live with him?

Typical Charles, always straight to the point.

Except when it really matters.

Well, I never found it easy, Mary, that sort of thing.

Perhaps we should rejoin the hunt.

Told you what would happen if you strayed on my land. I'm not straying on

land. I'm going straight across it. If you were proper quality, you wouldn't

like this.

The thing you can do as you please, we'll all tug our forelock.

Now we have lost to protect you and your property.

If there's to be any trouble, you let us handle it, sir.

Oh, yeah, they've got someone up, Peg.

Mrs Raffer's having a right go at somebody.

She's stolen off now.

Cowpickering.

Your little girl's first kill.

First blood.

Wouldn't want you to forget your first time.

I won't.

Come on.

Yes. Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Smell that aniseed.

Oh, you little beauties.

My little patch of paradise.

Ashley! Where are you?

There you are, you pathetic snake.

You're jealous, so you take the coward's way, devil!

He bumped me in the jaw, then did all this. The man's a lunatic.

You've not argued recently?

Crossed each other in some way? No. They collision outside the pub.

That's hardly more than a shunt.

If there is something between you, I'd like to know what it is.

You know the man, Sergeant. He's barely rational.

I think we'd better pay Mr Radford a visit.

You admit you assaulted Lord Ashfordly, Mr Radford?

I'll be touched then.

I've seen plates of tripe with more backbone than that, the mummy's boy.

Because you suspect him of being responsible for all this?

Look at it.

The brushes are irreplaceable.

I've earned those over years as master.

On what grounds do you suspect Lord Ashfordly, sir?

Last night, for a start.

That was a minor collision. It hardly explains all this.

I must be burnt, of course.

That stick's in his throat.

And he's always lusted after my wife.

My wife's there suddenly now.

There's more. Ask him. We already have.

You don't like him much, do you, sir?

I was born in Sheffield.

I've dragged myself up with the bootstraps. I've earned what I've got.

You've committed an offence on my patch. I don't care about the rest.

We'll be in touch in due course.

I was in Radford's, whatever he calls it, sanctum sanctorum yesterday

I haven't been back.

What was the reason for your visit, sir?

It was a personal matter.

Lord Ashfordly, a crime has been committed. It was a private matter of a

sensitive nature and completely unrelated to your investigation.

I'll be the judge of that, sir. We can't risk our investigation because of a few

social niceties.

Social niceties?

This is the very bedrock of our way of life, Constable.

This is what stops us turning into animals.

In what you call a cough involves more than riding to hounds and opening face.

and I will not betray a confidence to save my own skin. Is that clear?

Where were you today between the hours of 11am and 5 .30pm?

You know very well.

I did leave the hunt, briefly, to attend to some business.

When was that, sir, exactly?

When we were at Copston Wood.

Between 3 .20 and 3 .40? If you say so.

Where did you go?

I went to talk to Richard Smith.

Tried to smooth things over.

Didn't want any further unpleasantness.

So he can vouch for you? He wasn't in.

I checked around the place, then I remounted.

Went back to join the hunt.

I was only gone ten minutes.

I trust my word will be sufficient, Constable.

Well, it seems that no one can corroborate your story.

I can tell you that we are following a number of other lines of inquiry.

Well, I can't be troubling you any further.

I don't wish to pursue the complaint.

You won't be pressing charges against Mr Rutherford?

I wash our dirty linen in public.

We're supposed to set an example.

Sound as a pound. Check those sills, not a speck of rust.

They're the charmed life, as it is.

Ow!

Did I tell you she was a nun?

Richard Smith.

What about him?

Did he drive a Land Rover?

Series 2, 59, two and a quarter lead, sir.

What's it been for?

Well, you'll have heard of Ginger Wells.

Wartime fighter pilot.

Centre forward for York City.

Well, he did run the Harewood Hill climb. Three years running in that.

Quite the old ranger.

Local hero was Ginger.

Yeah, did I mention playing for Yorkshire?

Liv Fath died young.

So how come this is here?

Young and broke.

We sent him off with six black horses caparisoned in silver.

When it came to my bill, there was now left but that thing.

So sell it?

Joe, I've stripped the beggar down and rebuilt it. I've replaced nearly

everything. I've greased it, ground it, reamed it, polished it. I've even paid

over it, and it hasn't budged since the day Ginger Wells passed on.

Oh, the colour.

Smith's Landover.

Grey, why?

Out of all the properties in all the villages, the hunt has to pass through

yours. Yep, and half the village witnessed it. Hey, and look at this.

Yeah, well, you'll need a new shed.

I've made a list.

I bet you have.

There's more veg here than Leeds Market.

Gutters, fences, I don't know.

Well, it were a black day.

Yeah.

All right.

I'll put this in motion. Could take several weeks.

Weeks? In the meantime, the truth might will out.

This is Radford Pound.

The nearest the hunt got was here, Cotswold Wood, where Lord Ashfordly

that he left the hunt for ten minutes.

Time to get to Radford, do the damage and get back again.

On horseback, I'd say so.

Lord Ashfordly, I suspect.

We can't eliminate the man from our inquiries because of his breathing,

He claims he went to smooth things over with Richard Smith.

Smith and Radford had a thick poo last night in the pub and again today when

hunt crossed the land.

Well, that's Smith's farm there.

It's no further from Radford's than Copstone Wood.

So Smith can vouch for Lord Ashfordly?

According to Ashfordly, Smith wasn't there.

That's the pair of them without alibis?

Smith drives a grey Land Rover.

I happened to see one pairing along this track while the hunt was in Copstone

Wood. So Ashfordly was at Smith?

And Smith was at Radford's. Or vice versa.

Right. We should also speak to Alec Pickering, the kennelman.

Radford gave him a very public dressing down last night.

Ashfordly, Smith and Pickering.

Three decent leads.

Right. Well, I'll see you bright down in the morning, then, lads.

Is this your vehicle, Mr Smith?

Aye. Were you driving at around 3 .30 yesterday?

About half three.

Yeah. Do you want to tell me where you went?

Radford.

He took his cronies trampling on my land.

I thought I'd do a bit of trampling of my own.

Breaking and entering.

Arson. Malicious damage.

It's not a laughing matter, sir.

Oh, it is when it's that.

You get the rest of the persuading.

You best just tell me what happened.

You heard him.

I'm not straying on your land, I'm going straight across it.

He finally tipped me over the edge.

What did you have in mind?

Oh, I don't know. Just some damage.

And I'm just thinking, right, get even.

Somebody had got there before me.

I could hear them smashing the place up.

They were great.

Who was it?

No idea.

You tell me you didn't look.

Well, I don't know. I can't tell.

The door was open and you weren't just the slightest bit curious.

No.

But I hope they did a right good job.

Come on, lads.

At least have the good grace to wait till nightfall before you come poaching.

Oh, that was uncalled for, you lordship.

Especially since I am the injured party.

You don't look injured.

No, not me.

My vegetable plot, which you and your colleagues were right across yesterday

afternoon. Ah, did we?

Well, you better talk to Blaketon. Yeah, well, I did, but he said it'll take

weeks to sort out. And meanwhile, my family goes hungry.

You and that nephew of yours?

Oh, I know we haven't got a family like yours, Your Lordship, grand and wealthy

and noted for fair play, no bless oblige, etc.

If I hear that one more time, I think I'll probably shoot myself.

Yeah, well, before you do that... Oh, very well, I'll speak to Blaketon. I

wouldn't want you to go short of vegetables to eat with my pheasant.

Let the young 'uns eat first, then put more flesh out for the rest of the pack.

You listening?

After they get done, Dad.

When did all this happen?

Yesterday afternoon.

There is a God after all.

You and Mr. Radford didn't get on. He gave me the sack yesterday.

Is that what the disagreement was about in the pub? Or was it something else

that you fell out about?

It was a job, that's all.

Only it seemed more personal.

Where were you yesterday between 3 .20 and 3 .40?

Are you taking the mic?

We've reason to believe that was the time the vandalism took place.

I was wearing a bright red coat.

Some team witnesses will tell you I never left the hunt.

I don't know who broke in at Radford's, but sad to say, it weren't me.

Hiya.

I found this in the bar.

I think it's Joanna's. Mine, actually. It's no difference.

Don't be such a kid.

Stella, what's going on?

Alec got the push.

The house comes with the job, so we're moving.

Where to?

Where we can find work, if we can.

That's awful, Stella.

It's my own fault.

You and Gordon Radford.

Lady Mock found out. It was a bit of fun, Gina.

I was bored. Me and Alec, hounds are his life these days.

What on earth?

I don't see how we'll get back from this.

Hey, call me, yeah. Of course you will.

Oh, hey, Mr Raffer's got broken into.

During the hunt, yeah.

Well, they're in Coxton Wood, we think.

Oh, they're in there for ages.

You were watching?

You didn't happen to see anything unusual, did you?

Me? Huh?

I was too busy watching Mrs Radford give somebody a right ticking off.

So, who said I was arguing?

A reliable witness.

Have you seen many, Constable?

If you upset someone, it's possible they did the damage to your husband's

property.

We're passionate about our sport, like you are about association football.

It's a charged atmosphere.

Tempers boil over. There are arguments.

Perhaps someone upset you.

Did you leave the Hunter Tomlinson's Redfoot?

To ride home and set fire to Gordon's study.

I wouldn't set foot in there if it was the last place on earth.

Never have.

It's his preserve and I respect that.

If that's all.

You won't tell me what this argument was about.

Certainly not. We have strict rules of etiquette. What's said in the field

in the field. Much like association football.

The man you've spoken to confirms Pickering never left the hunt.

He's not your man, Sarge.

Which leaves Lord Ashforday and Richard Smith.

But their stories tally with each other.

They could both be lying.

What about Mary Radford? What does she have to say for herself?

Absolutely nothing in a very roundabout and condescending way.

Could she be covering for someone?

Our old friend's no bliss oblige.

But Radford's not a proper toff, though, is he?

He's not, but she is.

It's her house and her money.

He was selling insurance door to door.

That's how they met.

At least, according to Mrs Ventress, who's hardly ever wrong.

Blimey. The way he goes on. You'd think he owned half the county.

She does.

There's much stuff from the Radford's dead.

Yeah, so I sent Young about to do a deeper search, see if we could come up

anything more useful.

He did.

This.

It looks like a button off a lady's blouse.

Yeah, it is. But it's not his wife.

She told me she doesn't go in there. Never has.

And I believe her.

The dirty dog?

Well, the hunt photographs such.

It's an annual ritual.

It always takes place on the dot at 11 o 'clock on the first day of the season.

Hang on, there's somebody missing. Joanna, where's your mother?

Only this year it was late, thanks to Stella Pickering.

Laketon wasn't best pleased.

Well, better late than never, I suppose, Stella.

The shirt I put on was missing a button, Oscar.

Talk about letting it all hang out.

No, that would have been an entrance.

Right, then.

Let's try again.

We found it in Gordon Radford's den.

Down the back of his sofa, to be exact.

It's the missing button from your blouse, I take it?

There's not much excitement round here.

It was a fairly pointless fling, wasn't it? Cost my husband's job on this house.

Is that what you were arguing with Mrs Radford about?

Well, you must have been very angry.

Radford had just sacked your husband.

You blamed Mary.

And you decided to take it out on Mr Radford while the hunt was busy in

Wood.

Is that when it happened?

We think so, yes.

It can't have been me, then.

I was with Gordon. That's when he told me he'd sacked Alec.

And then what?

The hunts picked up a scent and we were off.

You can ask him. I was with Gordon the whole time.

Did your husband know about this affair?

Yes, he's known for some time.

He turned a blind eye.

He needed the job, Sergeant. What do you think?

Did Mary Radford know?

She decided I had to go.

And that meant Alex as well.

But you didn't argue with Mary Radford while the hunt was in Copston Wood?

I told you.

You left the door open, Bernie.

I've got some paperwork to catch up on.

Needed a swift half to raise the spirit.

I'll let you go on.

Thought it'd keep the rose he got back, but she's not coming back.

Let her arrive this morning, airmail.

I'm sorry.

She's happy.

The main thing.

As David will tell you, that little plot was like the Garden of Eden.

Was it?

Yes, it was.

So I marched straight up to Ashfordly Hall.

I mean, when you're like that with the organ grinder, you wouldn't want to do

business with the monkey. Evening, Oscar.

Well, I've had a word with Lord Ashfordly. Oh, and how is it, my pal?

This is a con and you know it. I don't know how you've done it.

But I mean to find out.

Has his lordship given you any instructions regarding my compensation?

You can have the check tomorrow night.

This business is as bent as a nine -bob note.

Oh, he's cobbled to the quill.

Ashfordly dare not show his face to me.

Not tonight, no.

You don't still think he had anything to do with your fire?

No, he didn't. A minor car accident?

The fact that you're master of the hounds?

No, bless the please, old man.

No, bless the please.

Well, you won't be needing these.

A walk will do you good.

In that case, one for the road.

Oh, what a lovely morning.

Oh, you're in a good mood.

Your brilliant auntie has converted all your aniseed bowls into hard cash.

How much?

Oh, not that much, actually.

But enough to get you another big bag of them. What do you think of that?

Great. Are you taking some of that for your dinner?

Oh, lovely.

Yeah. Don't you just love the smell of beef broth in the morning?

Oh, it smells of...

And I say balls.

Mrs Radford found him in a ditch by the gate this morning.

He hasn't regained consciousness.

How can we run then?

Start with the garages.

I'm hoping it's a non -reported accident.

As opposed to attempted murder.

Was it booked in a time?

Lord Ashfordly brought it in. Fell in with the doors. I got on with it

away.

We know there's a minor shunt on this wing.

Is that what it looked like, or could it have been a bigger impact?

One dent looks much the same as another to me.

Could it have been a glancing blow on a pedestrian?

I really wouldn't like to say.

I was out in the car last night, yes, on a confidential matter.

I need to know where you were, my lord.

And I won't betray a competent sergeant.

A man may die.

I need to establish the facts.

I have some business to attend to. I took the car.

What time is this?

Fairly late, half to ten.

What time did you return?

I was out for an hour or so.

And no one can corroborate this.

Or at least you say there is someone, but you won't tell me who.

You want to tell me what you're looking for?

Gordon Radford was hit by a car last night.

The driver didn't stop.

Well, he's all right, is he?

He's unconscious.

Listen, I'm sorry, I know I'll go on a bit, but I won't wish real harm on

anybody. You saw who broke into Mr Radford's den, didn't you?

Will you tell me who it is now?

You and Mr Radford are recently involved in an argument outside the Aidensfield

Arms. He did quite a bit of damage to my car.

Yet you didn't take it in for repair straight away. Why was that?

The day after the accident, I was hunting all day, and yesterday I spent

my time answering your constable's questions.

You didn't even book it in.

Yet this morning you were there bright and early.

I found the damage offensive.

Lord Ashfordly, did you knock down Gordon Radford last night?

Good heavens, man, no, of course not.

Somebody saw you, Joanna, setting fire to Mr Radford's den.

I wonder why you would do that.

Mrs Radford.

She shouldn't have said it.

In Copston Wood.

The hounds are taking ages to pick up a scent.

People are wandering around a bit bored.

What do you want with me?

Mr. Bradford's got my dad, hasn't he? That's between the two men, Joanna.

Yeah, but if he says something, we might be able to stay. There's nothing I can

do. You could try.

You really have no idea what you're asking.

You're going to throw us out, and we're going to lose our home and everything.

Don't lay this at my door. Who were they? Your mother.

She's been sleeping with my husband.

Your mother and Mr. Bradford.

Is that the first you knew of it?

Did you mean to cause so much damage?

I meant to burn the whole place down.

It must have taken you some time.

Nobody notices me.

Not Mum.

Not Dad.

Joanna, why the sofa?

You cut it to ribbons.

I told you.

I was mad.

At Mum and Mum.

Joanna, is there anything else you want to tell me before we go down to the

house?

Anything at all?

I'd like you to read this over your lordship and sign it unless there are

parts of it you disagree.

Excuse me.

A message from PC Mason, Sergeant.

That was a bit of a good message.

Lord Ashfordly had an alibi, Sarge. According to Joanna Pickering, he was

last night. Arrived at 10 .15, stayed for an hour.

Yeah, what on earth was he doing here?

No bless oblige. He knows something about this family that he won't divulge,

even to save his own skin.

And you know what this something is?

I'd rather hear it from her.

Joanna has already admitted to starting the fire at the Radford's house.

It can't be.

Joanna. I know about Mum and Gordon.

Mrs Radford told me.

But you're all right, love.

We're still together as a family.

Where were you last night, Mr Pickering?

Young farmers down Danby. Why?

Gordon Radford was the victim of a hit -and -run last night.

He's in hospital.

How about you, Mrs Pickering? What?

Here. I was here.

All night?

Yeah. Then you'll be able to tell me who your visitor was.

I don't remember any visitor.

Your daughter does.

Help me, Joe.

Do you have your own car, Mrs Pickering?

Stella.

Alec. I'd gone out for the night. Joe was upstairs, I think. I remembered the

shirt button. I hadn't done anything about it.

You decided to mend it?

I got my sewing box, find a matching button, got some white

cotton, threaded a needle, and then I realised... What did you realise, Mrs

Pickering?

The last person to wear that shirt.

More than a child. How could he do that to her? Take your time, Mrs Pickering.

I got in the car. I was going to confront him to put a picture of a wife.

I was in a rage.

And I didn't see him.

I felt him, though.

I saw him in the mirror.

And I drove up onto the moor to calm down.

And with that... I hope he...

We'll need a full written statement, Mrs Pickering.

Then there'll be the question and charges before we can consider bail.

At last, I was beginning to think that thing were jinxed. Of course, celebrate

with some of that Peggy soup.

You in?

What's going on?

What have you got in there, David?

Look, soup.

Half Peggy's homemade.

Let me guess what's in it. Well, it's beef balls and aniseed balls.

I'm sorry, I wanted to guess, didn't you?

Well, no wonder you're a hit with the hounds, David. Aniseed is used to lay

trails for the hounds to follow. But you wouldn't know that, would you? No, I

didn't know that.

But if this soup is anything to go by, I don't blame them.

You were drunk.

A car hit you.

Hurt all over. I've just been on the phone with Alec Pickering. He wanted to

know how you were.

Whatever for?

Because it was his wife who hit you.

I've overlooked, I don't know how many, Gordon, but I can't overlook this one.

Stella Pickering? No, her daughter.

She's 16 years old.

I'll send you a caisson.

You can get the rest when you've found somewhere else to live.

Many miles from here.

Mary.

No, no, you can say what you like about Lord Ashfordly.

He's old school.

A proper toff.

Firm, but fair.

Speaking of which... One check.

Thank you.

Peggy Armstrong, the sum of one million laughs.

Signed, Vicky Mouse.

And there's your compensation, Peg.

It's your favourite beef bone and adderseed bowl soup.

David, have you been giving away my secret recipes? You should have tossed

bones in the bin after you laid the drag trails.

In the bin?

Waste not, want not, Oscar.

Aren't you peggers?

Beef broth with aniseed.

Now that's got a ring to it.

Mary's thrown him out on his ear.

And you'll have to resign as master, of course, which means you won't be

troubled any further, Richard.

I believe that when I see it.

Oh, you'll see it.

I'm a man of my word.

Good night, Blaketon. Gina.

Good night.

All sorted out, Your Lordship?

As is your case, finally.

With the greatest of respect, you didn't exactly speed things along.

I knew about Radford and the Pickering girl.

Went to appeal to his better nature.

Of course, he doesn't have one, so I went to see the girl herself, offer my

help. It's not all riding to hounds and opening fates, eh?

No, bless oblige. Rank imposes obligations.

Oh, I know I was born in a privileged mason, I know that.

But it comes with a duty to those who weren't.

I wanted to make amends to the girl. Do the right thing.

Didn't quite work out that way, sir.

How could Mary have fallen for such a thoroughly bad lot?

Closed book to me, Mason.

Fair sex.

Closed book.

Running like a sewing machine.

You make it hard to resist.

Well, it's just what you need.

Aye, I suppose.

Let me take the sporty number.

Are you sure? You'll have to push it out the garage.

I'll take my chances.

Deal?

Well,

you can't use a car because you didn't work or live.

I've lost

count of the number of workers involved in accidents

on Ross's land. He's not fit to be in charge.

Have you been aware of anyone entering the house? I thought I heard noises last

night, but when I got up, the... Hello? Didn't seem to be anybody there.

You know, I went for a drive with Dee for earlier, and I saw this man running

through the woods. He was completely naked.

Send backup.

Looks like there's more trouble brewing over at Rosley Place. Over.