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I wasn't suggesting that you should come with me.

You make it your business to find out, my girl.

I need to make sense of that parchment.

It's got the star on it and loads of other symbols.

I saw it in his room.

You can fetch me some apples.

From the cellar.

Help, help!

First thing tomorrow, we dig.

The Dawn Star's not under the statue.

It's under the ground.

Tomorrow, I'll have a plan.

Our old housekeeper, Mrs Brodie, used to say the Lord loves a trier.

Some people keep trying and trying and never give up.

Your reading glasses, milady.

Thank you.

Lady Grenford said I must carry a handkerchief.

I'm not properly dressed without one - apparently.

Sometimes, it pays off.

The parchment wasn't where Lizzie said it was, which means...

Sorry - dust!

Which means Ambrose must have moved it.

Forget the parchment.

I thought this might be...

Aw, Gid! ..useful.

Perfect. You can make a start on those panels.

But not too much noise.

Flo and Ambrose cannot know what we're up to.

And, Lizzie, it's your job to keep them away from the cellar.

Flo's already got it in for me.

That could count in our favour.

She'll be watching you and not the cellar.

If she tries anything, you come to me.

And I'll try and find the parchment.

If it isn't in Ambrose's room, then he must have it on him.

And not a word to anyone, including Agnes.

Aggie won't tell anyone.

She's one of us, Hetty.

But she's friends with Flo, and we cannot take that risk.

You better get back to the kitchen.

Otherwise, they'll be wondering where we all are.

And the same goes for Master Ashok.

He nearly slipped up yesterday,

and we can't have him telling Lady Grenford what we know.

So what do we tell him?

If Gideon's down here all day after breakfast, where do we say he is?

Don't worry. I have an idea.

Did you get the address? Of course I did.

As soon as I give them their breakfast,

I'll pay Mr Soames a friendly visit.

One butler to another.

Oh, the sooner we get out of here, the sooner we can stop with this

"yes, milady, no, milady", the better.

You're in charge till I get back.

Gideon, some more jam for my sister.

Of course, Master Edwin.

Thank you, Mrs Calendar.

I believe she was hoping you might entertain her today.

But Lady Grenford is ill.

I'm sure you'll just tire her out.

Of course.

I will happily teach you, Edwin.

It will take our minds off our disappointment.

Disappointment?

I'm beginning to worry we'll never find the Dawn Star.

Oh, Constance!

Raspberry's much yummier than blueberry.

Ambrose, will you assist?

Very good, ma'am.

I insist I have a handkerchief -

a proper handkerchief.

A gentleman wouldn't be seen without one.

Monogrammed. Naturally.

I could go to town and buy some, Master Ashok.

Having that monogrammed could take some time.

Then, I suggest you leave promptly.

Don't you agree, Ashok?

Right, I'm off to see this Soames character, Flo.

Shouldn't be long. Good luck.

And where do you think you're going?

The fireplaces need blacking.

And, Hetty?

How old were you when you learned to ride?

Two years old.

My father taught me.

He was the finest polo player in India.

He taught me to be fast and fearless.

Not like your English game.

I'm sure he'd be proud of you, Master Ashok.

Passing on your knowledge.

I mean enough for a whole pie.

Sorry.

Are you going to the cellar?

Well, they're not going to fetch themselves, are they?

I'll get them. It's my fault. I didn't get enough.

Embroider a handkerchief?

When am I going to find time to embroider a handkerchief?

It's just his initials. And we're going to need a few of them, too.

They're all up in the linen cupboard.

Fine.

What are his initials?

The Maharaja Ashok Ramchandra of Jaipur.

M-A-R-C-J.

Lizzie, I need you.

Is that all you've done?

It's hard work!

And, look. There's stone behind it.

You'll just have to chisel it out.

Lizzie, I need you to cover for me.

I think I might know where Ambrose went.

Mr Soames - Uncle Monty's old butler.

I'm already covering for Gideon. I've got handkerchiefs to embroider,

and I do have a job of my own, you know.

And you're doing brilliantly.

You should probably get those mushrooms back up to Flo,

or she's going to be wondering where you've got to.

How am I going to do all of this without making any noi...

..noise?

Much appreciated, Mr Soames.

Awfully good of you to spare your time.

I'm an old man, Mr Ambrose.

Time is all I have left.

THEY LAUGH

Yes, quite.

I understand you worked under Mr Montague Calendar.

The current Mr Calendar has found something belonging to his uncle.

I wondered if you might shed some light upon it.

What is it?

I was hoping you could tell me.

Mr Calendar believes it's related to the whereabouts of a

family heirloom, possibly.

Montague Calendar was a rich fool.

The lengths he'd go to to play practical jokes on his friends.

I suspect this is more of the same.

I've never seen it before.

Thank you.

Forgive me, I have errands to run...

The current Mrs Calendar can be most demanding.

Thank you for your time, Mr Soames.

If you do think of anything...

I won't. Good day.

Good day, sir.

Later, we shall take a ride - across the field, down to the lake.

She's a bit old to ride, that one.

You might be old, but you're still beautiful.

She reminds me of Father's horse, Alka.

He loved her because she was stubborn.

She always had to go her way.

Sounds like Hetty.

I should like to speak to Hetty.

She might have some more thoughts about how to find the Dawn Star.

She's terribly busy with Lady Grenford.

Perhaps I should visit Lady Grenford.

I know she's unwell, but it might cheer her.

She's really taken to you.

You'll be making her last few days very special.

Why last few days?

Well, it won't be long before she's off to the knacker's yard.

What's the knacker's yard?

She's old.

It costs money to feed her.

We can't work her or ride her, so

she's not much use to the Calendars.

So, you're looking for this family heirloom as well, are you?

Unless there's another reason why you're following your butler.

It must be important for you to risk losing your job.

It is - very important.

There's something that belongs to a friend,

and we just want to find it and return it to him.

And your Mr Ambrose is looking for it, too?

Yes, but he's not the owner, and there's a curse on anyone

who takes it who's not the rightful owner.

I wish I could help you but, like I told Mr Ambrose,

Mr Calendar did like his riddles, but he wasn't just a joker.

and he would never have taken the trouble if there was nothing

at the end of it.

Would you like my advice?

Yes, please.

Keep looking.

And make sure that charlatan doesn't find it first.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

Six months since my father died, and I've managed not to cry once.

Now I'm upset over a horse.

I cried when my pa died. And he was a rotter.

HE SNIFFLES

When Alka was dying, my father stayed with her all night.

He lay beside her and stroked her.

And when she took her last breath, he was with her.

I wish I could have done the same for my father.

But they didn't tell me he was dying,

so I never held his hand and I never lay beside him.

And I wasn't there when he took his last breath.

It wasn't your fault.

I know.

He'd do anything for his horses, old or lame.

He nursed them. He'd never send them to be slaughtered,

no matter how useless they were.

I wish we could keep her, but it's not our decision.

It's the adults who decide.

Then, it's the adults who must change their mind.

If you'll excuse me.

We need to tell him what we found in the tunnel.

He needs some good news.

What if it turns out to be another disappointment?

We better keep it a secret.

Imagine how delighted he'll be when we find the Dawn Star.

Lady Grenford, are you all right?

You look quite flushed.

Oh, it is nothing.

Did you tell Master Ashok that I wish to see him?

I'm sorry, but he wanted to spend the day out of doors. Oh!

I had hoped to speak with you about Brighton.

The sea air... He is such a tonic.

His spirit, his vitality is most contagious.

Much more so than CF.

If it's spirit you crave, I shall fetch Constance.

She can sing for you.

Her voice is much improved.

Oh, please, don't trouble yourself.

I insist.

Lady Grenford, I must speak to you.

Master Ashok, how kind of you to visit.

I shall send for some tea.

Quite remarkable!

Mere seconds in the same room, and I feel most revived.

You have a most curative effect, a shock.

I believe I might even be ready to venture downstairs.

Your arm, Ashok.

I'm more than happy to help.

And, in return, might I ask a favour?

Well, now, that depends what it is.

Where's Hetty got to? I've enough to do with my OWN chores.

Privy.

Been there all morning.

I don't think last night's steak and kidney agreed with her.

I'd steer clear for a while.

Gideon brought me the very first ripe pear this year.

with him working in the house.

Feels like he's never got time for me now.

I bet Ashok never lets him have a moment of peace.

I'm sure he would spend it with you, Aggie.

Of course he would. I'm being daft.

Still no Hetty, then?

She's in the privy. Steer clear, if I were you.

That's not enough for a sponge pudding.

We'll have to bump it up with apples.

I'll get them for you.

You're being awfully helpful today, Lizzie.

Flo, if you would.

Have you not got through yet?

It's really hard keeping everyone away.

This is quite hard as well, you know.

I think there's a room behind there, but it's too dark to see it.

SHE SIGHS

You better get a move on.

I have to get these back up to Flo.

You should do something nice for Aggie.

You don't want to end up like Hetty and Jack -

arguing all the time.

Show her how much she means to you.

How?

Tell me what you're up to, for a start.

Take those to the kitchen.

Have you any idea how much trouble you're going to be in?

Knocking down a wall?

This better not have anything to do with that Dawn Star business.

I'm really sorry, Agnes, but I can't tell you.

But I tell you everything.

I trust you. Don't you trust me?

Of course I do.

But...

Agnes, I'm sorry.

Agnes!

That's it. That is it. We are done!

I should have left this dump the first chance we got. Dawn Star!

HE GROANS

Childish nonsense!

Exactly. As if old Monty had nothing better to do than to draw a load of

stupid symbols.

We're not hanging about.

Let's not rush into anything.

This place is as good as any.

I make the decisions around here. Have you got that?!

I can't hear you.

I said, "Have you got that?"

Yes, Pa.

HE SCREAMS

It'd mean a great deal to me. Dolly's a wonderful horse.

I'm sure you'll love her.

She's served this family well.

It'd be wrong to send her away just because she's old.

It's the very least I can do for such a good friend.

I will speak with Rosamund.

Rest assured, your horse will be saved.

Thank you, Lady Grenford.

You seemed so disheartened yesterday.

You mentioned something about a dead end with the Dawn Star?

I trust your luck has improved?

Not really. I hoped Hetty might have a new idea, but...

Where is she?

I understood she was helping YOU today. Not today, no.

Did she tell you she was waiting on me?

Hetty didn't, no. It was...

Well, a simple misunderstanding, I'm sure.

After all, why would anyone lie about such a thing?

It's wonderful you've formed friendships already.

Usually, trust takes time to develop.

One cannot rush these things,

or else one risks placing trust where it is not deserved,

or reciprocated.

I trust my friends.

Well, you do, of course, because you value loyalty.

But the question is, do your friends?

This club dance is coming to town next month.

I had hoped to go with Gideon.

I'm not sure if I will now.

We could go. You and me.

Sorry. What was that?

Nothing.

Are you feeling better now?

Is it safe to go to the privy?

Er, yes.

That's the last time I eat mussels... Kidneys.

Kidneys. I know. I've told them.

Has anyone seen Master Ashok?

In the drawing room, taking tea with Lady Grenford.

Oh, Master Edwin asked me to assist him with some...

..assistance.

Fine.

And the cellar steps need sweeping.

Can you see to the dining room?

Oh, of course. Agnes will do it.

Maybe Agnes is sick of picking up after everyone else!

Maybe it would be nice if people were nice to her for a change.

There's nobody else, Agnes.

Just make sure the silver's polished before the table's laid.

Good, you're here.

Right, Gideon thinks there's a room or something...

He still hasn't finished yet? I have something to tell...

Maybe if someone found the parchment like they were supposed to,

we wouldn't have to worry about what Lady Grenford knows.

I've got the parchment!

Ambrose thinks it's useless.

He chucked it on the compost!

So, I saved it.

Well done, Lizzie.

Strange symbols.

What do they mean?

Gid!

Gideon!

Gid?

I've done it. Look!

Can you see the Dawn Star?

Is it there?

THEY COUGH

What's that?

Edwin, quick! Hold on!

Erm...

Try turning the handles in order.

Start with the S with the dots.

An arrow from a circle.

The letter J with a line through it?

A cross above a dot?

There.

An upside-down question mark?

And, finally, a circle with three dots.

But then the symbols would be upside-down.

Start there instead.

Upside-down question mark.

Head with two arms.

Question mark again.

Try the arrow at the same time as the head with arms.

Try the letter J.

And question mark.

Two semicircles.

It didn't matter how many times we tried and failed,

how many times we faced disappointment...

Out!

..even though some might give up and forget all about their dreams...

..we were too close to quit now.

Especially now we had the parchment.

We just had to work out what to do with it.

Servants are no better than beggars and thieves,

and they will double-cross you.

Don't ever speak to me again. You're nothing but a thief!

This is why you don't make friends.

THUNDERCLAP

Come on, Monty, what are you hiding?

WHEEL TURNS

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