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Hey, it's for you.

From my brothers.

Penny sweets. Try.

Yes.

Who gave you permission to be here?

We saw a letter
in the post for Bill...

All parcels and letters
need to be checked

before you get
your dirty paws on them.

You know the rules.

- Sorry, we...
- We forgot.

What a convenient slip.

Just making sure
they are what they claim to be.

Back to the dorm, you two.

Oh, my giddy aunt.

Look at the photograph
in the newspaper article.

It's a sculpture.

It's the sculpture
I found in the grounds

the day of the dance lesson.

- Bye.
- Get well soon.

See? It definitely is the same one.

And it says here that it was stolen.

Valuable artifacts were taken
from homes across Cornwall...

Maybe the thief hid it under the ivy
where you found it.

I don't understand.

Why was there stolen art
in the school grounds?

Well, it's a mystery,
but who wouldn't want to solve it?

No, Darrell. This isn't a game.

A thief at large is a serious,
grown-up business.

Well, let's ask Ron
if he's seen anything untoward.

No, we shouldn't.

We're not allowed to speak
to ground staff and you know that.

Come on, Mary-Lou.
Let's go to Miss Johnson.

What was that?

What are you doing?

- Nothing...
- Where did you get that?

In here.

I found this key on the floor

and it fit in this old padlock.

What's under that tarp?

I always thought
it was some old school furniture

but look at this...

My goodness.

- It's jam-packed with stuff.
- Look.

It's the stolen sculpture,

- This is where it disappeared to.
- So...

could that mean...

This is where the art thief
is hiding their spoils?

It would explain
the fake owl noises at night.

Oh, and the restless horses...

Wouldn't it be exciting

if we catch the thief
and solve the mystery?

Do you recall the day of the dance?

Mary-Lou is quite sure
that's the statue she saw.

It looked like it was famous.

And the article said it was stolen
from a local stately home.

Which means the thief
has been in the school grounds.

What if they come back?

There was no sculpture.

I came to look, remember?

No, there... there was.

The thief must have just moved it.

I admire your imaginations, girls,
but this is very far-fetched.

But, Miss Johnson,
if there is a thief at large

then we're worried for our safety.

No need for that.

I will look into it

but it is nothing for you girls
to get involved in.

Now, back to your end of term duties.

Right. Off you go.

So?

It's no good.

Miss Johnson isn't really interested.

But now we've discovered
the stolen goods, we have proof.

Oh, well, should we go direct
to the police?

- Will they listen to schoolgirls?
- We could try to solve it ourselves.

I don't think that's wise, Jean.

- What if it's dangerous?
- Gwen's right.

We should find a member of staff
and get them to contact the police.

We could tell Matron or Mam'zelle.

What? They don't always
take us seriously.

Miss Grayling takes us seriously.

We should get a message to her.

No. Miss Johnson would hate that

and you're undermining
her authority.

And as head of form,
I'd have to report you for that.

As head of form, it's time
you looked out for our interests

instead of hers for a change.

We must tell Miss Grayling, Gwen.

This is her school too

she deserves to know what's going on.

But how are we going to contact her?

I mean, the phone in the hall
is not working

and we can't get to the one
in Miss Johnson's study

or the one in the San...

We can't, no...

but someone can.

Bed.

What can I do for you, young lady?

I have a letter for Bill...

- Wilhelmina...
- Give it here.

I've had enough of you girls
treating this San

like it is Paddington Station.

Actually, I was thinking...

That's mine.

How many times do I have to say it?

All letters and cards
must be checked.

"Get well soon. Know your onions."

Honestly, what a silly message.

I will never understand you girls.

"Call hospital.

Art thief at large. Miss Grayling
must return to school urgently."

Matron. Matron.

- Yes?
- Have you seen Thunder today?

Not yet, no.

It was so lovely
seeing my friends earlier

and it made me think of
poor Thunder.

How he's all alone at the stables.

Well, no, he has a groom.

Oh, I know he's getting fed
and watered

but not fussed over. Not loved.

Please, can I see him?

I wasn't born yesterday.

I know if I let you go down there,
you will not come back.

Oh, for goodness' sake. I will go.

Operator?

Cliff View General Hospital, please.

I must speak
with Miss Elizabeth Grayling.

So, these are the stolen items.

The sculpture that Darrell and I
found in the woods

and we also have these paintings
that were published in the paper.

And we asked Ron to tell us
the moment he hears or sees anything.

Yes, but by the time he's run up
to tell us, the thief will be gone.

No, they won't.

Wait a jiffy...

- What's that?
- The tin can phone Alicia sent us.

Of course. Good thinking, Ellen.

So how does this phone work?

Simple.

The wire goes out of our window,
and across the yard.

Talking causes little vibrations
in the air

so when you speak into the can

they're passed along the wire
and into the other can.

Or that's the theory...

Hello?

Hello?

Hold the line taut.

Hello, Darrell, come in. It's Ron.

It's working.

Mission underway.

Copy that. Romeo Oscar
November, standing by.

Irene.

Name Henry VIII's six wives.

Catherine of Aragon,
Anne Boleyn...

Jane Seymour...

Catherine Howard...

Miss Grayling.

- Do not fool with me, Irene.
- No, she's here.

She's telling the truth.
Miss Grayling is back!

Girls. Control your excitement.
Sit back down. Now.

I shall go and welcome Miss Grayling

and you shall stay
and complete your work here.

Headmistress.
What a wonderful surprise.

I couldn't miss the end of term.
Not after the girls asked for me.

I do apologise.
They should never have done that.

Not at all.

You must be exhausted
after your journey.

Yes.

I'm so sorry.

I would have moved my things,
if I'd known to expect you.

The girls should not be
bothering you.

- I'll...
- Come in.

Miss Grayling, we wanted to say
welcome back from all of us.

We have so much to tell you.

Darrell, what happened to studying?

Did you get our message
about the art thief?

I did. Please don't worry.

I will hear all your concerns
in good time.

But for now, Miss Johnson
and I need to debrief.

Thank you, Darrell.

What is this art thief
the girls are so worried about?

The girls have been harping on
about that to me too.

Such imagination.

- We should look into it, though.
- Oh, I am. Don't worry.

Now, we must look after you.

All this can wait until tomorrow.

I'm sure you want to recover
from your travels.

I do, but there is someone
I'd like to speak to first.

It's not Ron!

Gwendoline.

Miss Grayling would like to
see you in her study now.

But I haven't done anything wrong.

She's asked to see
the head of the form.

That is you, isn't it?

Gwen, this is perfect.

You can tell her
all about the art thief.

I don't have to do anything.

Everyone, quick look.

- Oh, my goodness.
- Ron?

Come on. The thief is moving
art now. A van's here.

Wait there. I'll be right down.

Darrell, what is it?
What's happening?

A van has arrived at the stables.

Ron says they're taking
everything out of the stall.

No, all the evidence will be gone.

Miss Grayling needs to know now
before the thief leaves.

- We can't rely on Gwen.
- You're right.

Sally, you go to Miss Grayling
I'll run straight to the stables.

Wait, Da...

I'm so sorry.

Where are you off to in such a hurry?

Nowhere, I have a message
for Miss Grayling.

Well, she's busy with Gwendoline.

Perhaps I can help.

What is it, Sally?

It's about the art thief.

We've found them.
The stolen objects.

- In the stables.
- Stables?

Is this art thief
all some kind of prank?

It's not a prank, it's true.

Right, there's a lot of silliness
going on today.

I shall tell Matron to make sure
no other girls leave the building.

And you back to the dorm.

Yes, Miss Johnson.

All the better for being back
in school. Now...

when did you become the head
of the third form, Gwendoline?

After Sally came back from the mumps

Miss Johnson thought
she wasn't up to it.

- What an honour. She must value you.
- She does.

She said she can trust me
to tell her the other girls' secrets.

Really?

And how do the girls
feel about that?

Do they also feel
they can trust you?

I... I don't know.

Something doesn't feel quite right
about reporting back

but if that's the job,
then I have to do it, don't I?

If something doesn't feel quite right

that's your instinct speaking.

And it's a job
that you don't have to do.

Your instinct was right.

- Really?
- I can see how Miss Johnson

may have felt
it helped her keep order

but I know I wouldn't have been
happy in your position

if I felt I was betraying
the trust of my peers.

- But I don't think...
- The test of a true leader

is to trust your own judgment.

So, next time

be brave enough to follow your gut.

- Thank you, Miss Grayling.
- Now...

bearing all that in mind

can you tell me about this art thief?

Well, Miss Grayling,
may I have an urgent word?

A private, urgent word.

Yes, of course.

Thank you.

Ron to Darrell. Darrell, come in.

Ron?

Too late. You missed it.

- The van's gone, all loaded.
- Oh no.

Did you get a good look at the thief?

- Yeah. You won't believe...
- Good.

Then we can get the police
a decent description of him.

- Darrell, it wasn't a he...
- Why was this left?

They must've heard me moving,
took off in a hurry.

Can you move it?
Hide it somewhere?

- In case the van comes back for it?
- Of course.

- I'll use the wheelbarrow.
- Wizard.

Then I'll tell Miss Johnson
she'll have to believe us now.

Oh, she'll believe you all right.

What makes you say that?

I've been trying to tell you.
The van driver, it's her!

- But it... but it can't be.
- It is.

I saw her with my own two eyes,
clear as day, moments ago.

Your acting head is a crook.

That's preposterous.

She's a respectable woman.
How can you think she's a thief?

Because Ron just saw her.

This must be why she's been
keeping us from the stables all term.

I'm sorry, Darrell,
but I agree with Miss Johnson

your imaginations really
are running wild with you these days.

You have to agree, Gwen,
it makes sense...

Everyone stop squabbling. Please.

It can't be Miss Johnson.

I've been watching her
for the last half an hour.

She hasn't moved from
Miss Grayling's study not once.

But that's impossible.

- Did you see her for yourself?
- No.

- But I trust Ron's word...
- Over mine?

I saw her too.
We both can't be right.

- But why would he lie?
- To protect himself.

He may not be the thief,
but he has to be collaborating.

I can't understand
how he couldn't have noticed.

I bet he's making a nice bit
on the side.

- Gwen.
- As head of form

it's my duty to report this
to staff right now.

No, you can't,
not without looking into it further

- he's our friend.
- Yes, it's true.

- You can't do that.
- No, we can.

All the evidence
is pointing towards him.

- You're not listening to me...
- Quiet, everyone.

Darrell's right, Gwen.
We have to do him justice.

And we can't tell the teachers
while we're fighting

we have to agree
on what you should say.

We should hold a class court,
and vote on what to do.

Very well. Let's have a class court

but my instinct's telling me that
we really should be reporting Ron.

- No, it's so out of character...
- Stop it!

He's my friend too,
but we have to look at the facts.

I mean, the sculpture did go missing
after we told him about it.

And the art was hidden
in the stables where he works.

But he didn't know it was there.
If he were the thief

why on earth would he have called us
to alert us to the art being taken?

As a double bluff
to make him seem innocent

so that you'd arrive just too late
and be taken in.

- No, what...
- I'm sorry, Darrell.

I don't want to think this of Ron

but Gwen's theory
seems most plausible.

Do you really give up
on your friends this quickly?

Because I don't. I fight for mine.

Well, Miss Johnson
is not the thief, Darrell.

Ron... he just has to be involved.

Sally, what did you say?

You said Miss Johnson was
right outside Miss Grayling's door

the whole time. Was she
close enough to listen in?

What did you say,
just before she went in?

Miss Grayling wanted to know
what we'd discovered about the thief.

Well, what if she timed
her entrance to interrupt?

Don't be ridiculous.

She'd never stoop to
a trick like that.

I wouldn't put it past her.
What if she is involved, somehow?

Let's just vote.

Everyone who believes
that Ron is guilty

on the evidence,
please stand over there with Sally.

And those who think he's innocent

and we should keep investigating
stand with me.

I'm sorry, Darrell.

It's not that I'm certain
Ron's the thief

but...

we need to tell the adults now.

That's three against four.
It's decided.

What about Bill?
She deserves her vote too.

Innocent?

But you didn't even let me tell you
all of the evidence yet.

The Ron I know is a loyal friend
who helped save Thunder's life.

Wilhelmina, you shouldn't let
emotion sway your judgment.

Or you shouldn't try pressuring me
into changing my vote.

It's just because
it's four against four now

and it's going to be up to me,
as head of form

to make the final decision.

- Isn't that what you want?
- No.

I don't want half
of the class to hate me.

Please, Wilhemina, could you...
could you just vote on the other side

and then we'd have a majority?

You know, there is a third way.

You could tell Miss Grayling

that you think Miss Johnson's
up to something

and let her figure out
how Ron could have seen her there.

What on earth are you doing?

Following my instinct
and trusting my gut.

That's what Miss Grayling
said to do.

Gwendoline.

- Are you feeling all right?
- I need to see Miss Grayling.

Oh, I'm afraid she's indisposed.
What did you need her for?

I... I really don't want
to trouble you.

As she's back now, it's probably
best I go directly to her.

My goodness, Gwendoline.

I would hope after we've worked
together so well all term

that you could trust me.
And I trust you.

Let's not trouble Miss Grayling
with something I can solve.

What is it?

Don't let your desire to please
your friends cloud your judgment.

You're better than that.

Some of us girls think a staff member
is helping the art thief.

What? Who?

- The stable boy.
- The stable boy?

Ron Gilson.

He's been hurling around
all sorts of accusations

and he even claimed
that he... he saw the art thief.

And who did he see?

I know it's laughable, Miss Johnson,
but he claimed he saw you.

Bill will vote him innocent.
I guarantee it.

Ellen, if you're still uncertain,
you can change your vote.

What's that?

Is that a police car
headed to the stables.

Oh no, Ron. How did they know?

- Someone must've called them.
- Gwen.

Oh my goodness.

Gwen, what did you do?

Gwen, did you already tell them
you think Ron is the thief?

I had to. Miss Johnson made me.

- How could you?
- Because this is serious, Darrell.

And it's scary. I...

We're just schoolgirls.

- We can't fix this on our own.
- But what if they arrest Ron?

Well, if he's innocent then
he'll be able to prove it, won't he?

Darrell. Darrell, wait.

I never would have thought it of him.

- He hid it so well.
- I can explain everything...

I can't say I'm surprised.

I never trusted that look in his eye.

Matron, you know I wouldn't do this.

- No, I have to stop them.
- Look...

if you're truly convinced
he's innocent

then I'll try and help you prove it.

- Really?
- Yes.

But charging out there
won't help him.

Better to watch and listen
and make a plan for later.

At least we can turn the page
on this sorry chapter

and focus on the future.

Well, I hope the police recognise
that he's only small fry.

Perhaps he can lead them
to the bigger criminals.

It will be distressing for the girls.

They were most fond of him.

You go back and tell the others
before they start to fret.

I need to check something quickly.

I'll only be a tick.

Miss Johnson?

Wait!

Stop!