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-Thank you.

And here it is.

Bertram's inside.

He'll be more than happy to sign your book.

Thank you.

- Hi, there. - Oh.

Wait. Just... Just.

That's better.

Can't have the great man not looking his best.

-Thank you 1,000 times over.

And remember, the treasure is within.

-Sorry to interrupt,

but there's the small matter of the church.

Oh, my publishers are taking care of expenses.

- She said you were. - You must have misheard, Rev.

Easy done in all the excitement.

-It's a good turnout.

-More than we catered for.

-Hey.

Where's Ludo? - Guess.

-Front row, bang in the middle.

Oh, uh, Dad wanted to know

if everything's prepped for the quiz night.

-Tell him it's all in hand.

When did you get here?

-About an hour ago.

I had to get the best seats.

-I want the full wattage, Bertram...

charming, funny, brilliant.

Let's put your book back on the map.

-Hello, hello.

-Here he is.

-Mind having your photo taken?

-Mind?

Fill that memory card.

-Take that silly hat off.

-Welcome, everyone.

As you all know, we're here to celebrate

the 10-year anniversary of Bertram Jewel's brilliant book

A Tome of Cryptic Visual Clues

That Lead to Hidden Treasure Worth a Life-changing Amount."

Bertram.

It's been a decade since your book was first published,

and no one is any closer to finding the treasure.

Why do you think that is?

-It was never meant to be easy.

Joking aside, I am glad you mentioned that,

because today isn't just about an anniversary.

I am also here to make an announcement.

My esteemed publishers...

want to reprint "Seeker," and...

wait for it...

the new edition will come with a brand-new page.

That's right.

I've drawn up a new set of clues.

-So, if there's to be a new version of your book,

why are you selling the old version outside?

-Oh, well, that book, the original,

still contains the solution... if you look hard enough.

-Does it, though?

Only, let me take you back 24 years,

to when you were imprisoned

for a particularly heinous confidence trick.

Back when you went by your real name...

Robert Grimes.

So, Robert, is your book another con?

And the only reason no one has found the treasure

is because it doesn't exist?

-Jane, wait.

-You need to sort this... and quickly.

Any deal we had is on hold till you do.

-Ludo, it's not true... any of it.

-Are you talking about your past or your book?

-What are you doing? That's Bertram's room.

-Was Bertram's room?

Didn't you hear that reporter?

We've been harboring a criminal.

-Where's he gonna go? He's broke.

-I want him out of our lives, Eli.

And I don't care how it's done.

-Bertram?

- Is it safe? - Everyone's gone.

Any and all forgiveness begins with honesty.

-I am being honest.

The treasure's real.

-And perhaps if you revealed it...

-Great talk, Rev.

Truly inspirational.

-You should listen to Seb.

Prove you're the real deal.

-You first.

Ready whenever you are.

-There you are.

10 years I have been looking for that treasure.

-Would I really con you? My friend?

My number one fan? Of course I wouldn't.

And another thing... why would I bother creating

a new page if there was nothing to find?

-That is actually if there is a new page.

-Call my publisher, Jane, and ask her.

I've got her number right here.

The treasure is real, Venetia.

And it's out there,

waiting for only the brightest and the best to find it.

And you are the brightest I know.

-Think he'll dig it up?

-What do you mean?

-The treasure.

Zeb thinks it's his best chance of redemption.

-I hear your anniversary was a roaring success.

-If I find out it was you who raked up my past...

-I already know more about you than I can stomach.

Why would I bother digging any further?

-For someone who claims to be hyper intelligent,

you're not very bright, Othello.

You sold me out, and you know it.

-What are you talking about?

-Where have you been? Dani's furious.

She wants you out of the house.

-I know a really good removal man.

I can give you the number.

-Just back off, Othello.

I can't believe what the journalist said.

-Never mind her.

I need a favor.

Knock, knock.

You're meant to say, "Who's there?"

-Who is there?

Bertram or Robert?

-Robert was a long time ago, Ludo.

That's not me anymore.

-All this time I've spent trying to work your book out,

and you encouraged me the whole time, knowing it was a lie.

-Ludo, I would never do that to you.

-I'm going to tell people what you really are.

I'll go online.

I'll make sure everyone knows.

-Just calm down, okay?

I want to show you something.

It's the new page.

And only two people have ever seen it...

me, and now you.

That'd be cheating.

I'm already in enough trouble.

I just wanted you to see that I'm not a con man.

Maybe once, but not now.

Friends again.

-It's not gonna be that easy.

-Well, then it's down to me to prove myself.

Meantime, I'll be in the pub.

-Damn it!

Relax.

-I've got it, all right?

-There's no need to snap.

What has got into you?

-Dad, there's something I've got to...

-Pour us a large one.

-Are you serious?

Get out! - Scarlet!

-It's all right, Joe.

It'll be all over the local papers soon enough.

-Smile, sweet angel.

Smile.

What are you doing?

What are you going?!

-Okay.

Speak quickly and clearly.

No stumbling or mumbling over your words.

Go.

-We haven't had breakfast yet.

-I didn't get this far stopping for porridge.

-Bet you'd score highly on bones.

-John.

In what year di...

Winter. - Morning, sir.

Sorry for calling round so early,

but a body's been found.

Well, there goes my practice.

-Sarah's through to the semifinal of a pub quiz.

-The pub quiz, Jamie.

The biggest one in Midsummer.

-Congratulations, Mrs. B.

You know, I always thought that

you were the real brains of the family.

-You mentioned a body, Winter?

-The victim's name is Bertram Jewell.

The Bertram Jewell, of "Seeker" fame.

The puzzle book.

Everyone was obsessed with it.

- Clearly not everyone. - He's a super genius.

He created a picture book full of cryptic clues

that lead to hidden treasure.

-Are we talking pieces of eight or a pot of gold?

-Well, that's all part of the mystery, sir.

I can't believe Bertram Jewell's in Midsummer.

-Was here, you mean.

-If I'd known, I would have tried to meet him.

I got the book when it first came out,

but I could never crack it.

-And the biggest puzzle now is who killed him.

That was gonna be my line, sir.

Building up to that.

-I hope you brought a book to read.

He's packed tighter than a sardine.

-You have a time of death yet?

-Early estimate puts it at late yesterday evening,

probably around 8:00 p.m.

-Sir.

Sir, I've seen this before... this scene... this picture.

It's from his book.

- Are you sure? - Positive.

I studied those pages so hard

I started to see them in my dreams.

-When exactly was the last time

you had a psych evaluation, Winter?

-Uh...

-Anyway.

That's a pretty severe blow to the head, but not a fatal one.

Judging from the cyanosis and hints of petechia...

"tiny hemorrhages"

for the intellectually stunted among us...

he was suffocated under a glass bowl.

This is the last picture the victim took.

- Is that an angel? - Must be the treasure, sir.

After all these years.

You know, it was worth a fortune.

-Which is probably why it's gone AWOL...

alongside whatever he was bludgeoned with.

I'm guessing at a spade,

because a hole that deep wasn't dug with bare hands.

-We need to establish his last known movements...

any calls he made, who he spoke to.

I can't believe it was buried in Modsmire all along.

I would have bet my life savings on it being in Edinburgh.

-£5,000 on building supplies.

-The repairs to Sebastian's church are mounting up.

-Well, why did he take the money out of our savings account?

-Mr. and Mrs. Trask?

We've been advised that Bertram Jewell

has been living with you recently.

-Yeah. That's right. What's this about?

-I'm afraid Mr. Jewell's body was found

in the woods this morning.

-Bert's dead?

-I know this has come as a shock,

but, um, when was the last time you saw Mr. Jewell?

-Um...

Yesterday, in the church.

He was celebrating 10 years since his book was published.

-Last time I saw him was outside Othello Khan's shop.

-Did he upset anyone recently?

-It got a bit ugly at the church.

There was this reporter... - Yeah.

She said he'd been imprisoned for a scam.

Accused him of conning everyone with his book,

that there isn't any treasure.

-People were furious.

-Poor Ludo pushed over his photograph.

- Ludo? - Oh, Our son.

He's, um, slightly obsessed by the book.

-He's not the only one, Dani.

I've never seen Venetia that angry before.

She was incandescent.

- Venetia... - Books.

She has spent a small fortune trying to find that treasure.

-How long had you known Mr. Jewell?

-He came here a couple of months before his book was published.

He wandered in. Do you remember, Dani?

Said he was looking up an old friend.

-Yeah, I remember, all right.

He scarfed down a cream tea, and forgot to pay.

-I chased him. He apologized.

We got talking, and we became good mates.

-How long has he lived with you in Mudsmire?

-Six months, five days.

Not that I'm counting, or...

-Sir, Fleur said that Bertram

sent that photo of the angel to two people... his publisher,

who was back in London last night, and one Ludo Trask.

-I'll talk to Ludo while you speak to Venetia Books.

-On it, sir.

-Oh, while you're at it, track down Bertram's criminal record.

Oh, and find that reporter.

I'd like to know how she knew about his past

when no one else did.

Go on.

-Excuse me, but this is private property.

-Ludo Trask.

-That's me.

What's this about?

-Tell me about this first.

-That's a page from Bertram Jewell's book.

I print copies out, then enlarge them.

Sometimes the clues are tiny.

I've done it with the whole book.

Why are you asking?

-Mr. Jewell's body was found in the woods this morning.

-Bertram's.

That's awful.

I don't understand.

What was he doing in the woods?

-Sending you a photo of the treasure, apparently.

-I haven't looked at my phone. It's been on charge.

Huh.

That's actually it.

That's the treasure.

It's beautiful. I knew it would be.

Did you say it was here, in the woods?

I always said it was.

-Why would he send a photo to you?

-I guess he went out there to prove he wasn't a liar.

-So you believed he was?

-No.

-I doubt you pushed his picture to the ground

for any other reason.

-I'm not proud of that. But we made up.

-Have you been in the woods recently?

-I'm there all the time.

Last night I was in here till really late.

-Yet you didn't hear your phone ping with a message?

-Oh.

It must be on silent.

-What would finding the treasure mean to you, Ludo?

-Everything.

It'd be a life-changer.

-That is terrible.

Poor Bertram.

-When was the last time that you saw him?

-Oh, um...

well, I met him coming out of church

not long after the debacle of his anniversary party.

He was super keen to reassure me

that everything was right and proper.

-And you believed him?

-Of course I did.

I'm not just a fan.

He was a very dear and long-standing friend.

He was a setter and I'm a solver.

We were the perfect intellectual match.

-May I ask where you were yesterday evening?

-Home. Alone.

Par for the course.

-Did you notice if anyone at the church

openly confronted Mr. Jewell?

-I'm not one to stir, but there is someone

in the village utterly obsessed by the book...

Ludo Trask.

Now, let's face it,

the poor lad would have been driven mad

having the author of his manic quest living in the same house.

-Presumably, any fan of the book would know this picture.

-If they don't, then they're not fans.

-Tell me about your relationship with Bertram.

-He was like an uncle to me.

And so clever.

I've never met anyone like him.

He called in last night to make sure we were still friends.

He even showed me the new page.

-New page.

-His publishers are going to print a new edition of "Seeker"

with new clues.

He showed it to me before he went to the pub.

-It wasn't found on his person.

What did it look like?

-I barely got a glance.

-I assume this page would provide a new clue

to the whereabouts of the treasure.

-Too right.

I already pre-ordered the new version.

I wanted to be the first person to solve it.

But that's gone.

Where is the treasure now?

-What time did Bertram leave here, Ludo?

Probably around 6:00.

-Wow.

This is 100 times better than anything I ever managed.

- You're a Seeker, too? - I was once, yeah.

- A Seeker? - Fan of the book.

That's what we call ourselves.

Now, I was convinced that the treasure was buried in Scotland.

-Scotland?

That's way off.

Page 23 unequivocally implies Edinburgh.

The outline of the castle... - Is a red herring.

-You're meant to think that.

-A schoolboy error.

You thought the one rose in the middle of the field of lilies...

-Is the rose for Rose Street.

-Epic mistake.

-Where did you think it was?

-Here, in Modsmire.

I just never figured out precisely where.

-Look into Ludo.

He could have been in the woods last night.

There's a pair of muddy boots in his garage.

-You think he got the text from Bertram,

and raced straight out there.

-Or he was already out there

after seeing Bertram's new page of clues.

-Wait, there's a new page?

-That Fleur didn't find at the scene.

What did Venetia Books have to say for herself?

-Oh, that things between her and Bertram were amicable.

But she was a little too keen to pin it all on Ludo.

- Alibi? - None.

She was home alone.

I can't believe that I ruled out Modsmire.

I could have been rich.

-Working alongside me makes you wealthy in other ways, Winter.

Anything on Bertram's prison record yet?

-No.

Should get the info through any second.

-Ah, we have time for a coffee then.

-Maybe a piece of cake.

-No, I really mustn't, Winter.

-Here we go, sir.

Ah.

Sir Bertram served nine years under his real name...

Robert Grimes

got out 15 years ago.

What was he in for?

Well, there was a gas leak in an estate in Causton,

so Bertram went to the estate, and sold gas alarms

to hundreds of worried households.

-That's a crime?

-Well, he designed and built the gas alarms himself...

trouble being that they didn't work.

They were just for show.

-That seems a lot of trouble to go to

for what can't have been a huge financial return.

-Well, apparently he had plans to take the product nationwide,

but then one of his fake alarms

failed to detect another gas leak,

and there was an explosion, and someone died.

He pleaded guilty the second he was arrested.

It didn't even go to trial.

-Mm.

That is a delicious cake.

You should have got one for yourself.

Is that all you have on him?

-Uh...

Um, he was cautioned as a teenager

for illegally trying to influence the stock market.

-Mm.

Ask around at the pub,

Find out if anyone was seen following Bertram after he left.

I'll go to the church, and find out who else was angry with him.

Mm.

Beautiful cake.

Anyway, come on.

Winter.

-I told Bertram he could seek refuge here.

There was a, uh, quite a savage atmosphere after the revelation.

-Did anyone specific confront him?

-Not that I saw.

It was more of a general rumbling and grumbling.

-What was Mr. Jewell's mood like?

-Fearful. Troubled.

So I suggested that honesty

would pave the way to forgiveness,

and perhaps he would set the record straight.

-As in...

-That he should dig up the treasure,

and prove to everyone he wasn't lying.

-Dig it up? So you knew it had been buried?

-Me? No.

I just presumed.

-One cross good as new.

-Good Lord, Eli.

What a wonderful job you've done.

-This is just for the work up to now.

-I'll see to it immediately.

-Mr. Trask, you haven't misplaced a spade recently?

-Not that I know of.

-Your son wouldn't have borrowed it.

I noticed he had muddy boots.

-Well, that's because he's always out

looking for that treasure.

I'll be sure to check my lock-up, though.

-Did anyone else hear you tell Bertram to prove himself?

-I did.

Hi.

I'm Ava, Sebastian's wife.

-Are you saying that Bertram took my advice?

And you think that someone followed him?

-We were both at home all night.

Weren't we, Seb?

-Yes. Yes, we were.

All night.

-How was Mr. Jewell when he came in?

-Uh, pretty upbeat.

He had one drink, and then... - Left soon after.

-And you didn't see anyone waiting for him outside?

- No. - No.

Sorry.

-Big "Seeker" fans?

-Oh, not us.

Bertram was a good friend, so we promoted his book.

-He helped me with my application to Oxford.

I'd been messing around, no idea what to do with my life,

until he convinced me it would be a crime

to waste the only gift that matters.

Having a high IQ.

-Scarlet gets her brains from her mother.

-I know someone in the semifinal.

-Well, you can tell them, from us,

they have a great chance now.

-Yeah.

The reigning champion has been banned for life.

- Othello Khan? - Yeah.

Nobody likes a cheat.

-The pub landlord just told me that he banned Othello

from his quiz after Bertram outed him for cheating.

-Didn't Eli Trask tell us he last saw Bertram

outside Mr. Khan's shop?

-It gets even better.

Socko just texted me that the last person

Bertram called was...

-I think I can fill in the rest.

-Yes. Bertram...

or Robert, as I've since learned, did phone me.

-And why was that, Mr. Khan?

-To apologize for accusing me of something I hadn't done...

vis a vis calling the press about his criminal past.

I've got far better things to do with my time.

-And why would he specifically think it was you?

-Obviously you've spoken to the Myhills.

-Banned for life. It's quite a punishment.

-Jewell is a cretin.

The only proof Bertram had was I clearly knew too much.

I must have looked at the quiz questions beforehand.

See, Bertram entered the quiz this year,

and in the quarterfinal, I beat him hands down.

He was absolutely humiliated. Couldn't stand it.

So he made up a lie, and everyone believed it...

which, judging by his past now is de rigueur for him.

Which means he's always been at it.

-His, um, accusation can't be doing your reputation any good.

-Or your business.

-Well, everyone knows now that Bertram was a liar,

so I'm sure things will pick up.

-You said that you're cleverer than Bertram.

Does that mean that you could solve his book,

if you had all the clues, old and new?

-Wouldn't waste one brain cell on it.

Now, will that be all?

Because now that you're here, feel... feel free to browse.

You can browse.

-Bringing your hobbies into the workplace?

-Oh. Yeah. Sorry, sir.

When I said I was into Bertram's book,

I was, like, really into it.

For instance, this is how I started to think

that the treasure was buried in Scotland.

The page is titled

"Stoned at Henge, e.g. Spaced Out,"

which is a crossword clue.

Right?

-I'll take your word for it, Winter.

So the answer is an anagram of the words "at Henge"

with the "e.g." taken out.

So you get "Thane."

-Oh, Thane, as in...

-As in the most famous Thane of all, Macbeth...

which immediately made me think of Scotland.

-Incredible.

-And if you add that information to the Edinburgh clue

that I worked out on page 23, then...

-Exactly how long did you spend on this book?

Did you have a life?

Yeah, all I'm saying, sir,

is that I don't believe that it can be in Modsmire.

-So what's this a photo of?

-Uh...

Yeah.

That is a rather large spanner, in my thinking.

-That and knowing that Bertram probably came to the village

to bury the angel not long before his book was published.

-Yeah.

Yeah, I should probably stick to naughts and crosses.

-Or you could chase up that reporter...

preferably before that book takes over your life again.

-Sebastian.

-Synod are threatening to look into the church funds.

-Just tell them you're helping one of your flock.

-Paying for the charlatans and the puzzle solvers

that you've hired over the years

is probably not what they think of as a deserving cause, mother.

-I've told you before, and I'll say it again...

I will pay back every penny.

-When, exactly?

And how, for that matter?

-Sooner than you think.

Trust me.

-Thank you very much.

The score is...

11 points.

Welcome, Sarah.

Make yourself comfortable.

Can I remind you all to keep your phones off, please?

And no matter how tempting,

please do not call out the answers.

Right.

You have 90 seconds to answer as many questions as possible.

The score to beat is 11.

Could we start the timer, please?

Now, how many keyboard sonatas did Scarlatti compose?

-555.

- Where would I find a mashie? - A golf course.

-Stresemann's Bristlefront is a type of what?

-Winter.

-I'm sorry, could you repeat the question?

-I'm at Sarah's quiz.

-Sir, I just spoke to that reporter.

She was tipped off about Bertram.

And...

you're not going to believe by who.

-Well, thank you, Winter. We'll go round first thing.

-Congratulations, Sarah, you are through to the finals.

-I'm busy right now.

-Sorry, Venetia, but I need to know...

did you follow Bertram last night?

-Wash your mouth out.

What a thing to say.

-Only I told you he might dig up the treasure.

-You, of all people, accusing me?

-That's a bit rich.

No, Ava, dear. You're the only sinner here.

Now, as I said, I am busy.

-The police think that Bertram used one of Eli's spades

to dig up the treasure.

I mean, is there anything that leech wouldn't take from us?

-Oh, never mind that.

I lied to the police, Dani.

-What? Why?

-I panicked.

I was praying in the church.

Oh, everything's going wrong for us.

And I asked for help.

-What's so wrong with that?

-My prayers were answered.

Bertram ended up dead.

Imagine if I told the police that I wanted that.

-Oh, I wouldn't worry.

The two we spoke to are more interested in tea and cake.

-Love, those two policemen are back.

-Mrs. Trask, do you have a moment?

-Would you like a pot of tea?

-We'll give it a miss, thanks.

And also, we'd like to speak to Mr. and Mrs. Trask in private.

-Oh.

Of course. Of course.

Excuse me.

-What's going on?

We'd like to know how you found out about Bertram's past.

-And more importantly, why you chose to tell the reporter.

-She promised she'd keep it confidential.

-That was before Bertram was murdered.

-Dani, what have you done?

-His stuff was everywhere.

I got angry, and I kicked a few boxes about.

And the next thing I knew,

there's an old bank statement on the floor.

But it didn't have Bertram's name on it.

- A bank statement? - Yes.

-In the name of Robert Grimes, by any chance?

-Well, I thought it was odd,

so I looked up his name online.

-What? Why would you do that?

-Because I was sick of him ordering you about,

taking what he wanted from us.

I thought if enough people knew what he was,

it would shame him into leaving Modsmire.

-Mrs. Trask, where were you when Bertram Jewell was killed?

-I was in here,

prepping the buffet for Joel's quiz night.

-Sorry, I can't listen to any more of this.

-Look, all I wanted was for Bertram to move on,

to leave us alone.

I promise you.

-Dig into Danica Trask.

I want to know if there was more to her vendetta against Bertram.

Mr. Trask.

Did you check your lock-up?

-Oh. Sorry. I forgot.

I can take you there now if you want.

-Presumably, you read my e-mail.

-Hi.

Yeah, I was just trying to work out a fair price.

And, um, I'm thinking.

£1,000?

-Oh.

I think you can do a lot better than that, Othello.

-Look, I could go to £2,000,

but that's me being really generous.

-£2,000?

If you're trying to diddle me...

-No, I want the piece, Venetia.

Let's be honest, it's decent, but it's... be reasonable.

-Forget it.

There are plenty of other dealers I can go to.

-Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay.

£3,000. And that's more than generous.

-I want more... much more, Othello.

A life-changing amount, to be precise.

-Venetia, you're living in dreamland.

It's gold plate.

Now, trust me, I promise you,

£3,000 is me being more a friend than a dealer.

-That's odd. The spade's not here.

-Mr. Trask?

-Sorry.

I just can't believe Bertram's really gone.

-Did anyone else have keys to the lock-up?

-No.

To be honest, I rarely lock it.

This is a nice village.

Good people live here,

-So anyone could have access.

-Winter, tell the Myhills we need to go over their CCTV.

It may just cover Mr. Trask's lock-up.

-Sir.

-What are you doing?

-I need to see the new page... the one that Bertram made.

-The last I saw of it was when Bertram

walked out of here with it.

-Then the police have got it.

-I don't understand. Why do you need it?

Whoever killed Bertram probably has the treasure now.

-How on Earth would you know that?

-Because Bertram sent me a photo of it.

-He did what?

-Whichever way you look at it, the hunt is over, Venetia.

-Assuming that that is the treasure.

-What do you mean?

No.

I know it hurts that neither one of us

were the ones to find it, but we have to face...

-No.

Use your brain, Ludo.

When was anything Bertram did that obvious?

-You think it might be another one of Bertram's tricks?

And it could be.

That's Bertram all over.

There's always another mystery to crack.

-Always.

So, you said that Bertram had the new page on him.

Draw it for me. - What?

-Draw it by the time I get back.

-I only got a glimpse.

-Do it, Ludo, or I will take away all of this...

Your home, your family, everything.

Get drawing, boy.

The hunt is still on.

-Seb, you got to snap out of this.

Be the man I married.

You can't just let everything crumble away.

-She's ruined us, Ava.

Mother, I mean.

I've been such a fool.

The money that I spent on her traveling

up and down the country, hiring so-called experts.

As for those clairvoyants...

-Easy.

Easy.

It's okay, honey.

We'll work it out.

Surely there's a way around this.

-I owe the church thousands.

Why couldn't I just say "no" to her?

I'm starting to hate her, Ava.

And I hate myself even more for saying it.

But this mess is her fault.

-She did what?

-She broke in, and was ransacking my garage.

She's totally lost it.

-What was she looking for?

-She never said.

Just ranted about taking everything away from me.

-What, she threatened you.

-She was saying all kinds of mad stuff...

like how the treasure's still out there.

-You didn't believe her, did you?

-No.

-Ludo, I'm telling you, forget that damn book.

And you can forget Bertram while you're at it.

There's so many better things

you could be doing with your life.

-I know.

So chill, okay?

I'm done with it.

Promise you.

-Venetia.

And that.

-Pretty much what we expected to see, sir.

-Is it, Winter?

Only, if I'm not mistaken,

Bertram's rucksack looks very full.

And when Fleur found it, it was very empty.

We've been looking at this the wrong way round.

Bertram didn't go into the woods to dig up the angel.

-He went to bury it.

Presumably so that his publishers

wouldn't back out of their deal.

-Which begs the question, why didn't they carry out

due diligence, and ask to see

what he was supposedly burying 10 years ago?

-Maybe they're more interested in their pre-sales.

Money talks, sir.

-Doesn't it always winter, Winter?

-Winter.

Ah. Okay. Yeah.

We'll be there as soon as possible.

Looks like murder talks, too, sir.

Another body's been found in the woods.

-I can confirm this is Venetia.

First impressions are she was suffocated.

There are the same telltale signs of cyanosis.

What was it I said about the first victim, Winter?

-Uh...

-Hints at...

petechia.

-Petechia. Yeah.

-Do you try and pay attention?

-Sorry.

-The killer probably grabbed and smothered her from behind.

Looks like she put up a struggle

before being overpowered and arranged that way.

-This is definitely another pose from the book, sir.

-Are you sure it's not you

rampaging around killing people, Winter?

-Do we have a time of death yet?

-We're looking at early evening.

You have an alibi, Winter?

-Yeah.

Yeah, I was... I was busy yesterday evening.

-With another of your coloring books?

- Sir. - Sir.

-You go through Venetia's house.

I'll go and talk to her son and daughter-in-law.

I'm sorry to have to do this now.

Had your mother upset anyone recently?

-I don't know.

I'm not sure if I can even think straight right now.

-Well, uh, I've heard that she and Othello Khan

had a bit of a run-in outside his shop.

-Do you know what it was about?

-You'd have to ask someone who was there.

-Wait, did you say Othello?

Maybe that's who I heard yesterday.

Or it could have been the day before.

I can't be 100%.

But I think I heard Mother speaking with someone.

No, no, no, actually... actually, she was...

she was...

arguing with...

It could have been with Othello.

Yes.

- Reverend... - I'm so sorry.

This is obviously a very difficult time.

Honey, why don't you have some rest?

-Sir.

-Thought you might like it for posterity.

And the new one's just arrived.

-If this is your idea of humor, Joel,

stick to serving pints.

-All right. All right. Just...

Just hear me out.

Bertram played me for a fool.

Yeah, he's a liar through and through.

And I can't bear that I didn't see it.

-Well, I... I did tell you at the time.

-I want you back in the quiz.

-Is that it?

You have to grovel a bit more than you're doing right now.

-Othello, please.

It'll be a chance for you to set the record straight.

Maybe get people back in your shop.

-All right, I'll do it.

But only if you make sure everyone knows

I'm back in the quiz... and why.

-Looks like Venetia Books sent an e-mail to Othello Khan

asking for a price on the angel.

-When was this?

-The day after Bertram Jewell was murdered.

How much did he offer her?

-He didn't respond.

Perhaps not then.

But they were seen arguing not long afterwards.

Run through what we know so far.

-Okay.

One Bertram Jewel.

His parole officer said that he left prison

with the idea for the "Seeker" book.

-Then, he changes his name, and finds a publisher.

-He got a big advance and a small fortune from the sales.

-But ends up so broke he has to rely on a friend

for a roof over his head.

-Then hits upon the idea of creating a new page

to sell more books.

But before he can, he's outed as a con man with a prison record.

So, to save his reputation...

-And urged on by the local vicar, no less...

-He heads into the woods

to try and prove that the treasure is real.

Oh, and then we discover that Danica Trask

is the person that outed Bertram.

-Mm.

-Sir?

-Get Socko to send over a full inventory

of everything they found in Bertram's bedroom.

-Yeah. Will do.

Then, Venetia Books is murdered,

and we find that she has the treasure

and Eli's missing spade...

which implies that she murdered Bertram for the angel.

-But whoever then killed Venetia either couldn't find the angel

or killed her for another reason.

-That was worth buying a ticket for.

You two should go on tour.

The Musical."

-I take it you have something for us, Fleur?

-The spade you found matches the head wound

on Bertram Jewell.

This box was made some 10 years ago.

But as for this beauty, I rang an old boyfriend of mine.

He's big in antiques.

Once whispered that I was both priceless

and worthless in the same...

heady breath.

He confirmed that the angel's barely a year old.

-Only a year?

Then it can't be the treasure.

-Someone had avocado for breakfast.

If you need more proof,

the angel doesn't actually fit in the ceramic box.

-Where exactly did it come from?

-And at such short notice?

We need to talk to Eli again.

-Eli? Surely Othello Khan, sir.

-It's called "getting all of your ducks in a row," Winter.

-Oh, hello.

-Mr. Trask, you told your wife you took £5,000

out of your savings account to cover your costs

for the church repairs.

-Yeah. That's right.

Then why did I see you hand Reverend Butts a bill

for hundreds, not thousands?

-I don't want Dani getting angry at me,

but the money was for Bertram.

He said that he needed it right there and then.

-For...?

-He said he owed it to someone.

Some old debt.

He didn't say who to, though.

-5 grand's a lot of money to just blithely hand over.

-Wasn't anything new.

And he promised to pay it back.

-May I see the transaction?

-Uh, yeah.

-Ah.

Still stumbling around, looking for answers.

-Why were you and Venetia arguing just out here, Mr. Khan?

-Sources are very much mistaken.

I was in a hurry, and I said to Venetia

I'd talk to her when I got back.

-I'd make that two people who you've had a falling out

that have ended up dead.

-That is a giant leap, young man.

-Tell me about the angel that Venetia tried to sell to you.

-Oh, that dreadful thing.

It's... It's cheapness speaks for itself.

-It was so cheap you charged Bertram £5,000 for it.

-Eli Trask transferred the same amount of money

into Bertram's account just a few minutes

before he bought the angel...

and probably the glass bowl... from you.

This...

is from Bertram's bank account.

-Hey.

I can help you get rid of some of this "Seeker" stuff

if you want.

-No way, Dad.

I've seen the new page.

-What?

You said you were done with it.

Come on.

For your own good, come and work with me.

You know repairs.

Let's get you out of this garage.

-You're not listening.

I've seen the new page, but that's not all.

I think the treasure is still out there.

It's not over yet.

-What do you mean?

-Venetia practically told me herself.

-Ludo.

Son.

-People will see who I really am.

They'll admire me.

The person who solved one of the greatest puzzles ever set.

-Surely you must have thought

that Venetia killed Bertram to get the angel.

-Obviously I did think about alerting you,

but then I'd have been dragged into this whole sorry mess.

My reputation has taken enough of a hit lately.

-We know that you and Bertram didn't get on,

so why would you help him?

You must have known what he was planning.

-We did a deal.

He promised to get me back into the pub quiz.

If I didn't ask any questions.

-And you believed him, knowing that he was a proven liar?

-Well, the proof is in the bon-boulash.

Joel all but begged me to come back...

to which I generously agreed.

-But then Venetia Butts threatened that all over again.

-Did she?

I don't see how.

-If it got out that you were involved

in Bertram's latest con, that would definitely ruin you.

-You needed to get hold of that angel at any cost.

-But however much you offered Venetia,

it wasn't nearly enough, was it, Mr. Khan?

-She was expecting a crazy figure.

"Something life-changing," she said.

-Where were you yesterday evening?

-I was at a private viewing

in a manor house in the next village.

There's a need of a refurb.

They invited some local dealers to nose around,

and see if they wanted to buy anything.

-Let's hope someone remembers you being there.

-It's a very large house. I got lost a few times.

-I'll look into his alibi, sir.

But even money says that he's lying.

I've just had the inventory through

for Bertram's belongings.

-Scroll to the letter B.

- Thank you. - Thanks. Bye.

-Tea or police business?

-Actually, bank statements, Mrs. Trask.

-Excuse me.

-We didn't find any in Bertram's bedroom.

-And if we couldn't find them, then you couldn't have either.

-Someone as smart as Bertram would never leave

such an obvious trail.

Now, how did you really find out about his past?

Mrs. Books, can you tell us about your relationship

with Bertram Jewell?

-Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about.

-We found this in Venetia's deleted files.

-We also spoke to Danica Trask, and she said that it was you

that told her that Bertram's real name was Robert Grimes.

-I think you hoped it would motivate her

to send Bertram packing...

both from her life and yours, Mrs. Books.

-Please.

This is really not what you think it is.

-Haven't heard that one before.

-I mean it. It really isn't.

I was doing it for Sebastian,

to get the funds to pay the church back.

-And why would you need this funding?

-Because of Venetia's demands,

Seb had been forced to dip into the church finances.

He had to pay it back somehow.

-And you having an affair with Bertram Jewell

was going to provide the money for that?

-Venetia's idea.

She saw that Bertram kept trying to chat me up,

so she decided that we could set him up.

I should take it as far as I could until...

-He told you where the treasure was.

-I know how awful that sounds, but...

yes.

He was going to tell me, we'd dig it up,

and then sell it to the highest bidder.

-If this was planned by you and Venetia,

then why would she need photos of you and Bertram?

-They were her insurance against me backing out.

-You didn't think to look for them before now?

-Who said I was going to back out?

We desperately needed that treasure.

I mean, we were going to lose our livelihoods, our home.

When I saw the photos on her laptop,

I thought it could look incriminating.

I mean...

you might think I had something to do with Bertram's murder.

-I'm intrigued, Mrs. Books.

This man who'd worked so hard to conceal his criminal past,

what made him tell you about it?

-What's the only thing that would catch a man that smart

off guard?

He fell in love with me,

to the point of telling me who he really was,

and that he'd been in prison for some con or other.

-But he never realized what you were up to.

-He was smitten...

blind to everything but what he felt about me.

It was tragic because I didn't feel a single thing for him.

-It must have been difficult keeping up the pretense

once you learned that someone died directly because of him.

-Died?

What? No.

He just said that they hoped to get away with the con,

but it didn't go their way.

-"They"?

-Yes, they.

-24 years ago, Bertram had an accomplice.

-There isn't one mentioned in the file on him.

-Find out who the detective in charge of Bertram's case was.

I want to see if they remember another name cropping up.

-It could have been Venetia, sir.

She said that they were great friends.

Maybe she's the reason Bertram came to Modsmire.

And now, someone sought revenge on them.

Well, perhaps, Winter.

But who?

-Good Lord, indeed.

-Dani, you need to talk to Ludo.

Because he's still looking for that damn treasure.

- Mr. Trask? - Yeah.

-Did Bertram ever mention people from his past to you?

-Uh, no.

No.

He was pretty guarded about that stuff, to be honest.

Why?

-You told us that he came here to see some friends.

-Yeah. Yeah. I did.

He was looking for Venetia's cottage

when he came into the cafe.

Sorry.

I should have said that at the time.

Lot going on, though.

-Just Venetia? No one else?

-No.

Did I hear you tell your wife

that Ludo is still looking for the treasure?

-I guess he just can't leave it alone.

-Or is it more that he thinks it hasn't been found?

-I presume so, yeah.

-Have you ever seen Ludo

with the new page from Bertram's book?

-No.

Is it important?

-Is Ludo at home, Mr. Trask?

-Yeah. I think so.

I think he's...

Sorry.

Sorry. Just Dani.

I'll call her back later.

-What are you doing?

-Seb, you're scaring me!

-Ludo.

He's not here, sir.

I'll get uniform out searching for him,

so that we can question him first thing in the morning.

-Knowing him, he'll be back in the woods.

-Well, if he is out searching for the treasure,

then he definitely knows that the angel is a con.

And he's probably got the new page,

and he's trying to work out where to look next.

That's what I'd be doing if I was him.

-Would you, Winter?

Because every picture we've been shown

has turned out to be wrong.

It's just like Bertram's book... it presents as the truth,

but everything is just an illusion.

And because of that, none of what we've learned makes sense.

-It's ready.

You're not still annoyed?

You made it through to the final.

-That's not the point.

There I am, trying to win much needed funding for the school,

and your phone goes off.

And phones are strictly forbidden during a quiz.

-No more phones. I promise.

-Well, assuming I allow you to attend.

-Winter's coming, as well.

I think he's bought pom-poms.

-You're now making it worse for yourself.

Did I tell you I was interviewed by a journalist?

She's writing a piece on the history of the quiz...

how prestigious it is, et cetera.

-Sounds like you'd better bring this trophy home.

-It turned out she's the same reporter

that outed Bertram Jewell at his book signing.

She was very intrigued by him,

and she told me that she's convinced

there's a connection between the quiz and Bertram Jewell's death.

-Really? Why would that be?

-She didn't go into any detail.

-All the same, it sounds like she knows

a lot more than she told Winter.

Oh, Winter.

Did you ever find the detective on the Bertram case?

Well, while you're waiting, you can contact the reporter

who was at Bertram's book launch.

I want to talk to her.

-If this ends in the quiz being canceled...

-What on Earth are you doing?

You said you were done with Bertram.

-I think I figured out the final clue.

- How dare you. - Scarlet.

- After what he did! - What are you talking about?

-I told you to forget about him!

-You may be going to Oxford, but I'm the clever one here.

-Sir.

-Ah. Thank you for coming in.

-As long as there's a story in it for me.

-What can you tell us about Bertram Jewell's murder?

-I was wondering if you'd be in touch again.

What do you want to know?

-Well, what's got me curious is you started off

writing an article about a pub quiz,

but somehow it connects to Bertram's murder.

-It came about when I interviewed Joel Myhill.

It was just a puff piece to begin with.

But then, he told me what happened to his wife.

How she died was horrible.

So, I started putting two and two together.

-And?

-Helena Myhill died because of a gas leak.

Her house went up in flames with her in it.

-Helena Myhill was the person Bertram killed 24 years ago.

-Sir.

Scarlet Myhill will have heard

the name Robert Grimes at the book signing.

-I'd say that's a strong possibility.

Thank you, Billie.

-Wait.

Will I get first dibs on the story?

-Mr. Myhill, you reinstated Othello Kahn to your quiz.

Why was that?

-I realized that Bertram had been lying about Othello.

-If it helps any, we've looked into Bertram's past crime.

Do you want to tell us what happened

on the night he was killed?

-It's all right, Joe.

It'll be all over the local papers soon enough.

So I thought I'd drop in, to remind you both

that I took my punishment, and I did my time.

I will always be sorry.

Ever since I discovered who you were,

I've been afraid of this.

But as soon as my real name started being bandied around,

well, look at me... I came to see you straight away.

Now that's how you measure a man...

not from what he was but from what he is now.

-Mr. Myhill?

-I had no idea that I had made friends with my wife's killer.

And do you know what he did?

He sat here, and he said that he'd served his penance,

and that we should just accept that.

-And he thought everything would be okay between you.

-Well, he'd always be sorry.

And he'd been a great friend.

But that we should also remember

that he'd helped get Scarlet into Oxford.

-But you couldn't agree less, could you?

-Scarlet and I were furious.

And he had no idea.

He thought he could just wander off into the night.

I was just a guy who ran a wine bar when I met Helena.

And she was this...

brilliant, brilliant person.

There's no way that she should have been interested in me.

No way on Earth.

But she was.

And that's what made it so...

precious.

And he took that from me.

And from Scarlet.

-Tell me about Venetia Books.

-What about her?

-Did he tell you that she was also involved

in his gas alarm con?

-Venetia was involved, as well.

Are you serious?

-Did he tell you, Mr. Myhill?

-No. No, he didn't tell me.

And if you think that means that I killed her and Bertram,

I wouldn't do that.

Come on. I couldn't do that.

Helena would be so disappointed in me.

Everything I do... the quiz, everything...

is to keep her memory alive,

to keep her name alive, year after year.

-All the same.

We will still need to know where you were.

-I'm here every night, with my regulars.

You can ask them if you don't believe me.

-You might be, Mr. Myhill,

but I presume your daughter isn't.

In fact, where is Scarlet right now?

-Well, I... I don't know.

-It's okay.

Don't be alarmed or scared.

This is a place of peace and worship,

and above all else, hope.

No harm can befall anyone here.

I saw the light, you see?

And I know you will, too.

-Fleur?

-First impressions are he was held down and drowned

in one of these buckets,

then dragged here and staged as is.

-Sign of a struggle?

-Judging from the pungent odor of alcohol,

playing Dunk the Drunk with him would have been over in seconds.

-Do we know when he was killed?

-I'd say an hour either side of 9:00 p.m.

-I'm very sorry, Mrs. Books,

but we do need to ask you a few questions.

-I'll try my best.

-Why is it that you only discovered

your husband this morning?

-I went to bed early.

I was exhausted.

So much has happened recently.

-You didn't see or hear anyone in the church last night?

-No.

-When was the last time you spoke to your husband?

-Yesterday.

He was ringing the bell for all he was worth.

He really frightened me.

He was acting like a madman.

-I'll get Tech to find out if he made any calls...

or vice versa.

Also, the killer's style's changed.

-Changed in what way?

-Reverend Books wasn't positioned

as a page from Bertram's book.

-He was clearly posed, though.

-Absolutely.

But this is something new altogether.

-Yeah, if it stings, that means it's doing you good.

-Ms. Myhill.

We had hoped to speak to you yesterday.

-Me? Why?

-I told them what Bertram had said to us.

-Can you tell us where you were yesterday evening?

-I went for a walk.

-Did your walk take in the church?

-It may have done.

Then I went to the woods.

I had to clear my head, try and calm down.

-Because?

-I had just seen Ludo.

Told him he was as bad as Bertram...

which he most definitely is.

-Were you alone in the woods?

-For goodness sake.

Scarlet's got a bright future ahead of her.

She's not gonna jeopardize that.

-Three people have died, Mr. Myhill.

-This is ridiculous. I can't take this anymore.

- Dad, It's all right. - No, it's not all right.

Because that monster sat there, and he just expected us all

to carry on as if everything was all right.

I didn't say anything. I didn't do anything.

I just stood there, useless.

Helena would be so ashamed.

-Dad! Stop!

- Sir, is that the... - The new page.

-Ava!

What?

-What am I going to do, Dani?

I've lost everything.

-Oh!

Oh.

-I didn't put that there.

-You may not have, Mr. Myhill,

but you seemed rather keen to stop your father.

-You saw him. He was getting really upset.

-Sebastian Books was found in a pose

that doesn't correspond to any of the pictures

in Bertram's original book,

but does correspond to the image on this page.

-Why would you keep it, though?

Surely it makes more sense to destroy it.

-I didn't put it there.

It's the first I've seen of it.

I've never once opened that stupid book.

-Where were you really last night, Ms. Myhill?

-I already said, in the woods.

-Sir.

The villagers said that they spotted Ludo Trask

outside the church last night.

-I can back that up, 'cause that's where we had our row.

-You'd be so proud of me.

You really would.

-I assume you recognize this, Ludo?

-Snap.

Sort of.

Was it you that Reverend Books heard arguing with Venetia.

-All the way from the church? How could he?

-We're talking about just before she was killed.

-She was horrible to me. Why would I go and see her?

-So what were you doing at the church yesterday evening?

-Solving the new page.

Part of the answer's in the letters in the stained glass.

It spells out "C cover."

You say it quickly, it sounds like "seek over."

The treasure's not even in Modsmire.

-I did tell you that.

-Though, sadly, it isn't anywhere, Ludo.

This new page is yet another con.

-What?

No.

Don't say that.

-You can stay in Bertram's old room.

It's not ideal, but it's better than nothing.

-As long as there's no trace of him...

or Bert Grimes, for that matter.

-Excuse me.

He referred to himself as "Bert"?

-Sometimes.

He told me that Robert had ended where Bertram had begun.

Just another silly riddle of his.

-And only one other person knows that.

-Track down that ex-detective.

And then do one other thing for me.

Is the job done?

Bert.

- Sorry? - It's short for "Robert."

It was almost the first thing you said to me.

-I'm afraid Mr. Jewell's body

was found in the woods this morning.

-Bert's dead?

-I always call him that.

-But you don't, Mr. Trask.

I haven't heard you say it since...

possibly because you knew you'd slipped up.

-Sir.

Tech have just told me that Reverend Books

called Eli the day he died.

-Just before he started ringing the bell.

Sorry.

It's Dani.

I'll call her back.

-When he didn't get through on the phone,

he decided to get your attention another way.

-I have no idea what you're talking about.

-Did you get the other information I requested, Winter?

-Yes, sir.

The detective from the original case dug out an old notebook,

and it all came back to him.

It mentioned another person of interest in Bertram's gas con.

-And the name of this person?

-Eli Trask.

-When Bertram wandered into Danica's cafe,

he'd really come looking for you.

What did he want, Eli?

-Just to...

say "hello."

-Oh, I think it was more than that.

I think it was the first time you'd set eyes on him

since he went to prison.

-I didn't know I had it in me... what I've done.

I mean...

where did that version of me come from?

-Do you want to tell me what happened?

I'd helped Bert build the gas alarms.

We were gonna expand.

We were gonna make loads of them.

But then, when I heard about the explosion,

and that Bert had confessed,

I realized he'd given me the opportunity to run,

so I did.

I left course to move to Modsmire.

Met Dani. She got pregnant.

And we started a new life here.

-Until he found you again.

-It wasn't too bad at first.

Just the odd visit.

But then Joel Myhill bought the pub seven years ago.

I mean, what...

what are the odds...

that he'd choose the same village?

And when I learned the name of his dead wife,

I couldn't believe it.

It was like some sort of karma was coming to get me.

I told Bert, but he said not to worry about it.

He had a new name.

The Myhills would never figure out who he was.

-Why did you let him move in with you?

-I had no choice.

Bert had blown all the money he'd earned from the book.

Said I owed him for taking the rap all those years ago.

He wanted a room. I gave him one.

He needed cash. I gave him that, as well.

-What happened in the woods, Eli.

-I knew it could all come out, after the book signing.

So I had to speak to him.

-Bertram.

You've got to keep my name out of this.

-There's more important things going on just now.

-Bert, please.

-Let me fix my little treasure problem first.

Then, we'll talk.

-I realized that Bert was up to his old tricks again.

The treasure was a fake.

And all I could think was

I couldn't let Ludo waste any more of his life

looking for something that was never there in the first place.

So I swung that spade as hard as I could.

-It dawned on me that maybe I could make it look like

a crazed fan had done it.

And while I was posing him, I thought that I heard someone,

but...

I didn't see anyone.

But Venetia sought me out later that same evening.

Told me that she'd seen everything,

including where I'd hid the spade.

Told me to hand over the angel, and that she'd never say a word.

-I'm intrigued.

Why give her the angel knowing it was a fake?

-'Cause I thought that would be enough for her

at the end of a 10-year search.

I had no idea she intended to sell it

to help Sebastian square the church box.

And then, she threatened my boy,

when all I was trying to do was get him living again.

I had to get her to meet me somewhere quiet.

So I used the one thing I knew she couldn't resist.

-Either Othello is trying to con me or you are.

Now which is it?

-I'm not like him, Venetia.

I promise you.

I just want all this to go away.

-Well, then, you'd better come up with something

very good very quickly.

-What about the page?

The new one? What if I gave you that?

Uh, Sebastian heard me and Venetia arguing, swore to me

that he only needed enough money to sort the church out.

-Even though you'd killed his mother?

-Said that he had to save himself and Ava,

and that I could fund that...

not much, just enough.

But I was talking to a drunk.

-And you couldn't trust him.

-I was getting Ludo back. That's all that mattered.

If I could give my son the chance of a proper life

away from Bertram and his book...

-By trying to frame the Myhills.

-That's what coming into contact with Bert Grimes does to people.

He twists and turns them into horrible versions of themselves.

I found the page in my lock-up.

-It was earlier, the place that Bertram went

between leaving the pub and going to the woods.

Mr. Trask.

-I thought, "What would Bert do?"

So, I slipped the page into the book,

while I was putting the notice board up in the pub.

And I thought...

I'd go back there, and...

I'd say I found it while I was finishing off.

You'd do some digging, and...

blame it on one of the Myhills.

Trouble is, Eli,

the only person who would benefit from framing the Myhills

would first have to know that they had a motive

for killing Bertram.

And the only people who could possibly know that

would be Bertram himself

and his accomplice from 24 years ago.

-I never did have Bertram's brains.

-I'd beg to differ, Mr. Trask.

I'd say you offered up a puzzle the equal of any in his book.

-The ceramic box.

So, Bertram only posed with it

in that publicity shot to make it look like

he was gonna bury the treasure in it.

-Indeed he did.

-He never missed a trick, did he?

-A waste of a great mind, if you ask me.

-Did I tell you I lost a girlfriend over Bertram?

I know. I know.

She was really nice, as well.

-Life is all about the bigger picture, Winter.

But don't worry.

I'm sure you'll see it one day.

-Name the hospital where the first

human heart transplant took place.

-Groote Schuur.

-In terms of volume, which is the largest freshwater lake

in the world?

-Lake Baikal.

-People with electrophobia are afraid of...?

-Chickens.

-What is the world's oldest known musical instrument?

-A flute.

-Oh, what a fabulous final round.

Now, just a reminder, we have a fellow on 22 points

and Sarah has just scored...

22 points.

Ladies and gentlemen, looks like we have a tie-breaker.

That means the next person to answer

the question correctly will win.

Sarah, are you ready? - Yes. I am.

-Othello?

-I was born ready.

-Right.

Here comes the final question.

Modsmire is an anagram of what?

-Oh, it's obvious, isn't it?

Perhaps I should enter next year.

-I'm gonna have to hurry you.

-I've got it! "Midsummer."

-Correct.

We have a winner.

-Or perhaps not, sir.

-Congratulations.

- Thank you. - Well done.