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THEME SONG PLAYING...

Good morning, Steven. Anything for me?

Nothing, Miss.

Steve, are you...

Well, Parrott?

Very successful, Mr Savanake.

I got them on board in good time.

Gave Captain Gavin your instructions personally.

Excuse me.

He never left my side.

I stayed on board until the ship was well out into the channel,

came ashore in the pilot cutter.

Good. Our men are ready in Pontisbright.

They can start work at once.

"Dear old birds,

"I know when I'm beaten. Something more entertaining has turned up,

"which will take me out of the country, and I'm jumping at it.

"Please accept my sympathy.

"I know of nothing more beastly than to find

"that a man one rather liked was a toot after all.

"Still these things have an educational value,

"and anyhow, I should hate you to forgive me. A.C."

Sounds genuine.

And it's Campion's handwriting.

But I don't believe it, Eager.

Savanake's obviously shanghaied him some way or another.

We must go out there at once.

No, Guffy. The phrase "educational value" means leave me to it.

- Does it? - Yes, when preceded by the word toot.

Whatever he's done, he's done it for the best.

Do you think he means us to carry on without him?

I couldn't drop the thing now if I tried.

So where do we go from here?

Well, we didn't get far with the Malplaquet drum,

let's try the great bell. At least we've got a pointer there.

We better tell Amanda and the others.

Where is Amanda? I haven't seen her this morning.

Oh, uh...

Yeah.

Oh, it's you back.

Fixed you up at the mill, have they?

Thank you, yes. Two pints, please.

Not a lot of trade about, eh?

It's quiet enough now.

They must have started their digging.

Digging? Who?

All them archaeologist fellows.

Set themselves up in a camp on the heath.

Come to dig up remains, they say.

Good Lord, you don't think...

Mr Bull I, uh... I wonder if you could help me with a point in my book?

The great bell of Pontisbright.

What about it?

Is it true there's only one other like it and that's in, um...

St Breed's Convent in the Pyrenees?

That's right.

I don't suppose there's anyone alive who's actually heard the bell?

Not as I know of, and I wouldn't be honest if I told you different.

What's this tale about it still being heard in times of disaster?

I never heard it.

But old Fred Cole, he heard it, or so he said.

Not that his word were worth much.

Where might I find this Mr Cole? I'd like to interview him.

Then you'll have a long wait. He died just before you came down here.

A wicked old man he was,

uncommonly evil minded.

Both him and his wife, and their little girl said they heard the bell

whenever there was a storm.

And, what about the wife and little girl? Might I speak to them?

Oh, they've been dead these 10 years.

Fred used to thrash them, and one after the other, they died.

Some of us reckoned he killed them.

A powerful, wicked old man he was.

He sounds it.

And finally, the devil came for him.

Oh, hello, Dr Galley.

My dear young men,

I can't in all honesty say I'm pleased to see you.

Where's the third member of your party?

Don't tell me? He's not been afflicted already?

He went back to London.

God be praised.

So he took my advice in the end.

I wish you would too.

Now, I was called out to a case this morning.

Angry sores, from head to toe.

I did my best for the poor creature, but once it's got a grip...

I beg you, follow Mr Campion's example,

leave Pontisbright before it's too late...

I wish I knew why Galley was so keen to get rid of us.

What is it he's afraid of?

Whatever it is, they're all afraid of it in Pontisbright.

Must be the archaeologists.

They don't look much like archaeologist to me.

I'd say they'd be more at home digging graves.

What's it like working for Mr Campion?

Hell.

Never know where you are one day to the next.

Like a fish out of water.

Why do you stay with him?

I suppose I like the geezer, in a twisted way.

Tea time!

Coming! Tea time.

The planks are rotten!

Are you all right?

Thank you for the warning.

Very timely.

Another bun, Mr Lugg?

I won't say no.

Amanda, drink your tea and don't spill it.

Amanda!

Sorry, I'm just looking at this. Did you see this...

That girl is mad, always looking at advertisements

for complicated machines she can never hope to buy.

That's where you're wrong, actually.

Tomorrow I intend to buy four outsize valves,

the plates white hot at a thousand volts,

bunch of loud speakers,

something rather spectacular in the accumulator range.

And probably a new outfit, too.

When the great bell rings.

And with what, pray, are you going to pay for it?

Just so happens, I've come into some money.

Mr Lugg, do you think it would be better to buy a new accumulator for my car,

or new car all together?

Oh, really, Amanda?

I'm perfectly serious. You know the old bone rattler only goes for about five miles

before the battery conks out.

How much do you think I could get a last year's Morris Ten for?

About 90 quid.

Hmm, reasonable.

Hello!

That'll be the other's back.

We're in here.

- Everybody all right? - Fine.

No one's been sniffing around?

Not as far as I know.

Why?

Just wondered.

We saw some decidedly shady looking coves on the heath.

Do you think they're working for the same person?

Don't worry, we'll look after you.

- Telegram! - I'll get it.

No, I will!

- Morning, Steve. - Morning.

Bill, bill, bill.

Didn't know Campion was a Vicar.

Hal, give it to me. Give it to me.

Now listen, I don't want a word about this to anyone.

Do you understand me? And I'm not joking.

Amanda, where are you going?

I told you, to spend £300.

You mean that wasn't a joke yesterday?

Mary, I never joke about money.

Oh, thank you, Scatty.

Drive on.

But where did you get the money from?

A secret admirer.

Oh Mary, if my wireless stuff comes, can you tell them to put it in the coach house?

Ah...

Excuse me, could I have a word with you?

Of course.

I felt you should see this.

I found it in Amanda's room while I was making the bed.

The Reverend Albert Campion?

She must have opened it by mistake.

I'm sure she would have given it to you herself

but when her mind is on that wretched wireless she forgets everything else.

It's from some chap called Glencannon.

An authority on obscure museum exhibits.

Campion appears to have written to him

posing as the Vicar of Pontisbright for some reason.

Written about what?

The Malplaquet drum.

By George, he says he knows where it is.

It seems the drum

was placed in Pontisbright Church after the old hall was demolished.

Then in 1931 it was loaned to the Bro me House museum in Norwich,

where it remains to this day.

What will you do?

Go and fetch it.

Shall we dress up as parsons?

It's the sort of thing Campion would do, isn't it?

No, we'd never bring it off.

But I don't see why we shouldn't turn up as lay readers or something.

Zealous parishioners keen to take the parish property back to its old home.

♪ Fight the good fight with all thy might

♪ Christ is thy strength and Christ thy right

♪ Lay hold on life and it shall be

♪ Thy joy and crown

♪ Eternally ♪

It's all right. It's only Dr Galley.

Hello, Dr Galley.

Ah, young Hal, the very person.

I'm here to extend an invitation to you all for tomorrow night.

When I say all of you, I mean,

you, your aunt and sisters and...

That nice man Randall and his friend.

He seems an honest, sober, decent man.

Clean living, wouldn't you say?

- Yes, sir. - Splendid.

I want you all up at my house by 6:30.

Well, it's jolly decent of you, sir, but we're pretty busy...

Oh, but you must come.

You'll regret if you don't. You especially, my boy.

You see, I've made a discovery

in an old volume of Catullus, inside the cover

a document written by my great uncle, the late rector.

Do you realise what that means?

Is it to do with Pontisbright title?

A discovery that could change your life.

I shall say no more.

It is, isn't it?

Wait till tomorrow night, I wish to make an occasion of the telling.

Is your aunt in?

Not very salubrious, is it?

I don't think I've ever stolen anything before.

Then I shall see you tomorrow evening at 6:30 promptly.

You won't fail me, will you?

I'm too curious for that.

And Amanda and Mary, you'll make quite sure they come.

If you've discovered something about the Pontisbright claim,

wild horses wouldn't keep them away.

That and even greater wonders.

I promise you'll not be disappointed.

Oh, one more thing Miss Hunting forest,

please don't take me amiss,

but would you all wear clean clothes for the occasion,

completely clean clothes.

I sometimes wonder if we should change doctors.

You, get inside.

It's all right, it's probably only Amanda's wireless equipment.

No sign of any drum.

So sorry to keep you.

It is very dull, isn't it?

The exhibits, I mean, they're not really very good.

They are only very ordinary, still I expect you've come to see the grotto.

- Well, no. - No? Well, I can't say I blame you.

That's very dull too. The whole museum's dull. I don't know why I stay.

Hardly anyone ever comes here any more.

They don't even put us in the guide books now.

Not that I can blame them, it is a rotten collection. Tourists, are you?

- No, vicars. - Eh?

I mean, parishioners.

- Ah. - Of...

The Vicar of Pontisbright.

The Reverend Albert Campion, you may have heard from a Mr Glencannon.

Concerning the Malplaquet drum.

Oh, that?

Oh yes, it ought to have gone back ages since, it's been here for years.

There's nothing remarkable about it, it's not even dated, it's just an ordinary drum.

Then you won't mind relinquishing it?

Oh, good riddance, I say, it was always in the way,

though why your vicar should want it back beats me.

Yes, well, uh...

We, people of Pontisbright,

felt it should be returned to its proper place.

It was agreed at the last meeting of the Parish Council.

- Unanimous. - Yes, well...

People are very strange about church property.

So...

That's why we are here.

As representatives of the church.

I imagine there will be certain

- formalities to attend to. - Oh, formalities?

No, no, no. That's all been dealt with,

before I handed it over I just asked for a receipt.

Handed it over?

Well, you didn't expect me to hand it over without a receipt?

You mean, someone has already collected it?

Yes. Two sets of visitors in one day, remarkable.

Hardly see a soul, as a rule. Dull as dishwater.

There's obviously been some misunderstanding.

Did the Vicar call himself?

Yes. Well, no. No, not exactly.

He stayed in his car on account of his deafness, you know?

It was his lady wife who came in.

Yeah, hardly the sort of woman you take for a vicar's wife.

Only half his age, and all that red hair, too.

Still, at least, I suppose she wouldn't have been dull.

- You got it! - Yes, hop on. Come on.

Scatty's following in the old bone rattler.

Has the wireless stuff arrived yet?

Yes, it's in the coach house.

- Open the door, Hal. - You'll never guess what Dr Galley's...

What's that?

You go upstairs, I'll show you.

Oh, Hal?

Ere to his birth right come.

- Stricken... - ...must be Malplaquet drum!

Here, Hal, try it.

That's the others, they must be back.

Come on, let's go and tell them. Hal, come on.

Hello! Guess what we've got!

The Malplaquet drum?

Oh, how did you know?

Because we've just been to Norwich ourselves.

You might have told us what you were up to, Amanda.

The important thing is we've got it.

Not that it tells us anything.

Hal's been strickening away at it with no luck.

I wonder.

- Yes, why didn't I think of it before? - What?

We've been taking the word strickening to mean striking.

But in old English it had another meaning, it meant broken or riven.

You mean, something might be hidden inside the drum?

My God, it could be the Charter!

It's here on the...

Guffy!

If only I'd got back from the village sooner.

If only Scatty had been around.

And Lugg hadn't been fishing.

What's the point of all this "If only?"

That's fine coming from you, my girl.

You might just as well have handed it to the enemy.

The thing's done, and that is all there is to it.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have my wireless stuff to sort out.

Sorry, she's not herself.

She has been behaving extremely strangely.

We're all a bit out of sorts.

Did I tell you we've been invited to Dr Galley's tomorrow evening?

Oi, where you going?

Home.

In the absence of any word from my so-called employer, I'm bugging off.

Without saying goodbye?

Left a note on me pillow.

I'll miss you. So will Scatty.

I'll miss you and all.

But you'll still have Mr Randall and Mr Eager-Wright.

Oh, damn it.

The powers that be have summoned me back to London immediately for a conference.

Do you mind holding the fort for 24 hours, Guffy?

First Campion, then Lugg, now you.

If you prefer to push off too...

And leave three defenceless women with only a young boy to look after them?

There's Scatty.

What's to say he won't bug off like Lugg?

You got the gear?

All aboard, ship-shape, Bristol fashion.

You got the goods?

All present and correct.

Good boy.

Scatty, too?

Yes. With Amanda's car, I'm afraid.

So we're cut off?

Talk about rats leaving a sinking ship.

We're not sunk yet.

And you've still got me.

Please, tell me what it is.

Oh, Hal, wait and see.

There.

What do you think?

No one will be able to notice it from the road.

Once I open the sluices, there'll be enough water

to send it downstream with a rush.

- Who fixed it up? - Scatty and I.

Hal, if it came to it, would you be able

to take it down to Sweethearting on your own?

- Why? - I'll explain later. Would you?

- When? - This evening.

But we're going to Dr Galley's this evening.

That's all part of it.

- I say, Amanda, that reminds me. - What?

- Dr Galley put that here? - Yes.

I forgot all about it till now, what's it mean?

I don't know. It's odd all the same.

- When do we have to be there? - Half past six. We'd better get ready.

He was quite adamant about the time for some reason.

I sometimes think he's going a bit potty.

And don't forget, clean clothes everybody!

That includes you, Hal.

Might as well humour him, especially if he knows anything about...

Help! Thief!

- Guffy! Help! - Guffy, come quickly!

- What is it? - Aunt Hatt's room! Quick, there's a man in there!

Oh no, you don't! He's taken my garnet necklace.

Stand back! Leave him to me.

Be careful, Guffy!

Not this time!

Run! Run! Run!

- Hooray! - Yeah!

All right, I surrender.

Campion.

I forgot you were in the first 15.

I'm sorry about all that, but I thought the necklace would be safer out of the way.

But, what are you doing here? You're supposed to be abroad.

Oh, yes. Well...

Oh, no!

Hello! So you decided to come clean at last?

Metaphorically speaking.

But if you didn't board the ship, who did?

A certain Lionel McCafi'y.

In Campion's second-best suit.

You see this friend of his, McCafi'y,

looks remarkably like Campion except for around the chin.

So he took one of Hal's marbles, put it in his mouth,

and pretended to have a toothache.

Campion that is.

Anyway, he followed McCafi'y from Xenophon Hose, where he'd been told to stand by.

And McCafi'y went over to the chemist who was also in on it.

Then he went and hid behind some shelves,

and he came out instead of Campion.

And that Parrott person drove him to Southampton.

Meanwhile, Campion came back here in disguise and gave me the fright of my life.

- It was supposed to be my story. - Oh, sorry.

Which reminds me, I must wire poor McCafi'y his passage home.

You mean you've been hiding here the entire time?

Why on earth didn't you tell us, instead of frightening us all out of our wits?

It was essential you all behaved as if I really had deserted you.

You evidently told Amanda.

I needed a lieutenant.

So that explains your extraordinary behaviour.

And the new car.

So that it was you that ripped opened the drum?

Yes.

I'm sorry about that, but I didn't dare leave the charter unguarded.

It was hidden in the drum then?

Not exactly, no.

The parchment on which it was written form the under-head of the drum itself.

It's genuine all right, Henry IV's seal and everything.

Lugg took it away with him this morning.

One of our people picked it up, should be safe in Whitehall by now.

I suppose you also engineered Eager-Wright's departure?

I needed his help in another matter.

Well, at least we've got one of the three pieces of evidence.

Two. The charter and the crown.

The crown? You didn't tell me about that.

I didn't know myself until last night when you were all having diner.

Poor old tramp, clutching his rags about him, paused outside the lighted window

and his eyes fell upon Miss Hunting forest,

as she sat serenely with the crown of Averna around her neck.

My garnet necklace!

We were all looking for a conventional crown.

It has been in the family for a long time, it was kept in a bureau.

There was a diamond-shaped panel in the desk flap.

When you pressed the diamond it opened in two halves.

The diamond must be rent in twain,

before he wear his crown again.

These aren't garnets, they're very old square cut rubies.

It was that description in the British museum, first gave me the clue.

Three drops of blood from a royal wound. These.

Three dull stones like a pigeon's egg held and knit together with a flowery chain.

So...

Yet when a Pontisbright do wear it, none shall see it but the stars.

What's that bit mean?

I'll show you. Come here, Hal.

Last night, Miss Hunting forest was sitting between Hal and Mary,

and I noticed something.

The Pontisbright hair swallows up the red of the chain and the rubies,

so that all we see...

Are the agates.

Three dull stones like a pigeon's egg.

Yet when a Pontisbright do wear it, none shall see it but the stars.

The important thing now is to get it safely away to London.

But how?

Savanake's chaps are watching all the roads out of Pontisbright.

The village is virtually cut off.

Yes, I know. Don't worry, my lieutenant and I've worked out a plan.

I say, what about Dr Galley, shouldn't we put him off then?

Oh, no. Please don't, that little jaunt is tremendously important.

Look, all I dare tell you at this moment,

and I'll have to implore you to put your trust in me,

is that during your visit, you will receive a signal.

You can't miss it, 7:00 on the dot.

Then you must all do exactly what Amanda tells you.

- The boat? - The boat.

- You've got the necklace safe? - It's inside my corset.

Good. Good. Off you all trot, then.

With any luck, Savanake's chums will be completely confused

by you all going off to drinks at the critical moment.

Campion, is all this mystery strictly necessary?

I'm sorry, old man.

But really, the less you all know the better for your own safety.

But I promise you, if all goes well tonight,

we'll have the third and last proof of Averna's ownership. Metternich's receipt.

Tell Dr Galley I'll be along later, and don't forget...

Wait for the signal!

Right, final briefing.

Let's sit down.

You moved the boat downriver?

Yes. It's moored as close as possible to Dr Galley.

Hal knows what to do. On the signal, he'll get the others into the boat,

and I'll dash back here, open the sluices, the water rushes through,

and off they shoot to Sweethearting with the crown.

The last place Savanake's men will be looking.

Shall I come to the woods afterwards, give you a hand?

No, Amanda.

- Why not? - It will be too dangerous.

I'm the technician, I don't think you realise how much noise it's going to make.

You're going to have the whole herd down on you.

I've provided for that contingency too.

How?

I was thinking of taking you into partnership when you're 21,

but I'm hanged if I shall now, you're far to nosy and too stubborn.

Now, off you go to Dr Galley's.

Amanda.

This visit to Dr Galley's is worrying you, isn't it?

I didn't want to say anything before

'cause I didn't want him to be kicked out of his profession.

All those queer signs you've been noticing,

the herbs and ancient medicines.

It's a sort of witchcraft.

Welcome! Welcome!

How glad I am to see you.

Where's Amanda?

I'm sure she'll be here soon.

Shh.

Shh, Shh.

The corpse Lugg saw laid out on the heath?

It was a man called Fred Cole,

rather a bad lot, who died recently.

Most of the village was in on it.

You see, there's this superstition...

If someone dies, whose life has not been all it might,

the corpse should be laid out in the moonlight,

three nights running, so the evil spirit can escape.

I suppose you were there, that night.

There's something I think you ought to see.

There.

Galley put it there?

I've sent your aunt and the others into the hands of a lunatic,

with a mania for demonology. God knows, what he might be up to. Come on!

This is too bad!

I really don't think we need wait for her, Doctor.

Tell us about your new discovery.

- What? - To do with the Pontisbright claim.

Oh, that.

Is that the book you mentioned?

Yes, but we've no time for it now. It must wait till later.

Oh, but surely.

I beg you not to interfere.

The hour is at its height.

You'll soon behold something far more wondrous.

Tsk. Where is the girl?

I can't think what's keeping her.

Well, there's nothing for it. I must begin without her.

And bear the consequences.

I shall start by pouring you each a glass of wine.

Young Hal, too, as this is to be such a momentous occasion.

Would you help me pass the glasses round, young man?

I won't have one myself, I must keep my mind clear.

You may find it has a slightly unusual taste.

One of my great uncle's brews.

He strikes! He shows his will!

- Gosh. - Just in time.

The stuff was drugged.

Look, I can cope now, you better get on back to the others.

I'll be all right, honestly. There's five against one and he's obviously batty.

And, you call me obstinate?

If anything goes wrong with your plan, we'll all be in the soup.

Take this, then.

And, for God's sake, Amanda,

be careful.

That's just in case we don't meet again.

I have wrought remarkable cures, on the good people here,

with the aid of the powers of the air.

The country people respect me for what I am,

even as their forefathers respected the great Dr Dee,

court magician to Queen Elizabeth.

Amanda, at last! You're late!

Oh, I'm sorry, I got held...

No time for explanations. It's the hour of Casael.

Stand here.

And you're here.

Now, where was I?

Respected by the villagers.

For your miraculous cures.

Oh, yes. But although I've been successful in small ways,

I've always been disappointed in the large things.

Until that is,

three nights ago, when he came to me.

At last!

Ashtaroth himself!

He was on the village green.

Sitting in the stocks!

And about flaming time, where you been?

Stopped off at...

I stopped off for drinks at Dr Galley's.

Yes, very amusing.

You know the rumour?

Old Savanake himself's in the area.

Well, I told you two brains are better than one.

Is Scatty ready?

All present and correct.

I'm here.

You want my advice about this scheme of yours?

It is perishing awful!

Here, here.

I don't.

Going through now?

Least they do a load of froggy talk.

Good.

30 seconds to go, then we should hear the sound we've been waiting for.

But Ashtaroth did not come in his usual guise.

But in his own person.

As a man.

Such was his power,

I knew my spells were not strong enough to hold him.

So I became his servant.

And now, I am ordered to do his bidding.

This is why I brought you here.

On the appointed day, in the hour of Casael,

for Ashtaroth can only be placated

with the blood of two maidens and two clean living young men.

Ashtaroth, I do they bidding!

Oh God, help those nuns in the Pyrenees.

- No wonder they'll only take it once a year. - Quiet!

That's it, that's the signal!

- Oh demons... - Oh, Guffy, lock him in the cellar!

Now, the rest of you, beat it down to the river! And don't forget...

Well done.

Come you out! My As mode us!

Oh, by Merasin!

Come you out! Ashtaroth!

Five more times to go, me eardrums won't stand it.

Two, not five. Thrice the mighty bell be tolled...

And, then, thrice more the truth to unfold, that's six, in case you can't count.

No, the bell tolls three times.

If I'm right, the other three refer to something else.

Listen.

- The echo! - I'm off.

Where to?

To find the source of the echo before Savanake does!

It works! Can you hear it?

- What the hell is this? - Shh.

The Great Bell of St Breed's,

That's what the wireless stuff was for.

Campion arranged for it to be broadcast from the Pyrenees,

it sounds exactly like the old Pontisbright bell.

Now, quick, into the boat!

Guffy, if Campion's right,

Metternich's receipt will be in wherever the echo's coming from.

Here, take this.

Just in case.

I'll get back to the mill and open the sluices.

- But aren't you coming back? - No. I can leave it all up to you.

Can't I?

Thrice, must the mighty bell be tolled.

Twice, so far, Mr Savanake.

I can count thank you, Parrott.

Thrice, again!

What the hell does it mean?

Stop!

Wind down that window.

Drive on.

Come with us, Everett.

Listen!

It's somewhere around here.

Yes.

This is what we're looking for!

Keep a look out, Everett.

Hard luck, Mr Campion.

Not so clever, after all.

There's been no sign of anyone, except our people.

They've done a first rate job.

There she is!

Get it up.

Go on. Get it up.

Here she comes.

Careful!

Don't drop it, for God's sake!

Pity there's no key.

We can't waste time now.

Ah! London, Everett.

Lost your way, Everett?

Okay, Everett, what's the problem?

Mr Savanake's very put out.

At a time like this, too.

Put up your hands, Campion.

Start walking.

Now.

Stop.

This will do nicely.

Turn around.

You know, I'm sorry to have to kill you.

I admire your intelligence.

Clever trick that you played on that idiot, Parrott.

Thank you.

Your body will be found floating.

A little bruised, perhaps, but there will be no awkward bullet.

No clues for those half-witted police to stumble over.

Everyone will think it was an accident.

Because, Campion, I'm going to kill you with my bare hands.

"Would-be sleuth found dead."

Take that stupid expression off your face!

Would you like to to take my coat off, too?

It's your chauffeur's.

If the police got hold of it, well,

they're great lads for that obvious...

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

Amanda.

You're going to be all right.

- You must lie perfectly still. - Savanake.

Campion!

- Campion! - In here!

I alerted the military, as you instructed.

Usual red tape, God knows how they won the war.

I say, we're not too late, are we?

Really...

...hurts.

Well done, boy, well done.

Right. Now you'll do the hon ours, make it official.

Avernium.

Latin, legal and a job for a classical scholar,

but I think the general drift is clear.

So that's it.

And the signature clinches it, don't you think?

Metternich, 1815.

Well, Hal.

Looks as if you got your title back!

And your kingdom.

Congratulations, old boy!

- Congratulations, old boy! - Super!

Hello.

Come to report to your lieutenant?

To tell me the worst?

There isn't any.

Savanake's dead and his men have been rounded up.

The crown and the charter are in London.

And Metternich's receipt will soon be following.

And Galley's discovery?

This page, torn from a church register of 1854.

Recording the marriage of your great-grandmother to Giles Pontisbright.

So we won.

We won.

When Hal comes into the estate,

Scatty and I will be out of a job.

You won't let them send me to finishing school, will you?

Good Lord, no!

Did you mean what you said about...

Me being your partner, one day?

Yes, I did.

I should be ready in about...

Three years.

What's going to change you in three years, you rum little grig?

Never did tell me the story of your life.

Neither I did.

Where shall I start?

Once upon a time...

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