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Pony, Pony, how do we get in?

Here boy ,.

You help us fight them off.

Don't be afraid, Master Kay.

You see these things only because I'm here.

Ha, but It's like old times to me.

I've had fine times on winter nights

when the wolves were after the stock.

But I hoped you'd come.

Because other wolves are running,

and they're running after me,

and they're running me very close.

What do they want?

Not me.

They want my Box of Delights that I showed you at the inn.

I've not had it long.

It is Master Arnold's Box, not mine,

and though I've sought him and called him,

I've not found him.

Gone a long way back has Master Arnold.

But doesn't...

Excuse me, but doesn't the Box protect you from the wolves?

They run me close with their New Magic.

Which I can't guard myself against. Not any more.

Cos I'm old now, and only know the Old Magic.

No, Master Kay.

I look to you.

Will you keep it

and see that they never get it?

Of course. I'll keep anything you want kept.

But if you're in danger, shouldn't you go to the police?

Ah, the police don't heed the kind of wolf

that's after me.

Now, let me show you, Master Kay.

There are three things you must know

about this Box.

Mr Hawlings,

but don't you think perhaps your magic is fading?

You open it like this.

If you push this to the right,

you can go small.

If you press it to the left,

you can go swift.

Yes, yes.

So, will you keep it for me until I am able to claim it -

if I ever may be - or until old Master Arnold

comes back out of the Old Time for it?

Yes. I promise I will.

But who is Master Arnold?

Keep the Box from them!

Above all, keep it from them!

Make your way out here towards dawn

with your friend Peter for safety

and you may see what comes to me.

Mr Hawlings.

Don't be afraid!

Press to the left and go swift!

Whoosh.

Kay?

What's the matter?

Peter?

Nothing.

Go back to sleep.

I must have been dreaming.

King Arthur's Camp.

Towards dawn.

Getting me up before it's light

on the first day of the holidays.

I think it's the purple pim.

Shh.

Aren't we having a secret breakfast?

Here.

And won't we have a proper breakfast later on

as well?

I suppose so.

Well, stop grumbling, then.

All very well, but what are we going out for?

Oh...explore.

Hunt.

You see all sorts of things at this time of day

you never see normally.

Come on.

Why, there's King Arthur's Camp.

But it's just a mound of earth.

Told you, there's nothing there.

Come on, let's go exploring.

Kay.

Get him chaps ,.

Grab him.

They've got him. But what can we do?

Mind your head.

That's an aeroplane.

What the dickens?

Well...

...they crobbled the old man.

I'm sure it was old Mr Hawlings.

Old Punch and Judy man?

Certainly looked jolly like him.

But who are they?

And what would they want him for?

I wonder.

Hey, I'm glad I came. What shall we do?

I'm afraid we're going to

have to report it to the police.

An aeroplane?

Ah...

You haven't been around lately to see my rabbits,

Master Harker.

I've been away at school, Inspector.

Ah.

An aeroplane.

At Bottler's Down.

Near King Arthur's Camp.

Mm.

Have you seen the latest issue of The Magician, Master Harker?

There's a very good conjuring trick.

Hard-boiled eggs.

The Inspector and I are both interested in magic.

No, I haven't.

You take six hard-boiled eggs, and when I say take,

it wouldn't do for you to take them

without your guardian's permission.

Far be it from me as a man of the law

to encourage...

Ah.

An aeroplane.

You see, I should hate anything to happen to old Mr Hawlings.

Master Harker, that aeroplane...

That aeroplane...

...that was those young officers

from the aerodrome having a bit of a frolic.

It didn't look like a frolic.

And they weren't in uniform.

And I'm sure it wasn't a government plane.

Besides, at such a lonely place

and at such a time in the morning.

And what were you doing at that place

and at such a time in the morning, eh?

I hope you young gentlemen weren't trespassing.

No. No, of course we weren't.

We were...exploring.

Ah Now then .,.

Did this old man struggle at all or cry out?

No, he didn't have a chance to.

And did he see you, or did the other gentlemen see you?

No, they couldn't. Not from where we were.

And did you shout

or otherwise try to raise an alarm?

Um...I'm afraid we didn't.

We were flummoxed, flabbergasted.

It all happened in an instant.

Well, it sounds like the aerodrome to me.

Those young fellows, Master Harker,

serving their country

and away from the civilizing influence

of their mothers,

full of spirits.

The spit of what I was myself at their age.

It was a bit of a Christmas ragging.

- But I'm sure they were... - And you see, Master Harker,

the law isn't like ordinary things.

Sometimes the law has to put its foot down,

and sometimes the law has to shut its eyes.

And the law makes much of what is called...motive.

What's prank when meant as prank

may become felony when meant as felony.

And what you saw was no more than a prank.

But all the same,

I'm obliged to you, Master Harker.

We in the law are always grateful

for evidence from one who knows what's what.

So I'll keep my eyes and ears open.

And I'll ask what aeroplanes

were around that way this morning.

Did you get close enough

to recognise any of the parties?

Well, as I told you, we think...we're sure

the old man kidnapped was old Mr Hawlings,

who gave his Punch and Judy show

at my house yesterday evening.

I shall make...

...a note.

That'll be all, young gentlemen.

Condicote 7000.

Yes.

I see.

Hold on, hold on.

Now...that is what we call, in the law, a coincidence.

Our officer in Tatchester

is inquiring about your very Punch and Judy man,

Mr Cole... What was it? Hawlings?

Has he been reported missing?

Not at all.

He's at Tatchester Police Station

to show his licence, and our officer wants to know

if he's a suitable person to perform...before the Bishop.

Oh, yes.

He's splendiferous.

Hello.

I have every reason to suppose, from information received,

that the man Hawlings can be trusted

not to shock the company.

Is he there? Could I...please?

Would you bring Mr Hawlings to the telephone, please?

There's a young gentleman here who would like a word with him.

Hello, Mr Hawlings? Are you any the worse

for your little trip in the aeroplane?

He says none the worse, sir.

Oh, Mr Hawlings,

who was it put you in the aeroplane?

Ah...

He says some young friends with more fun than sense.

Oh, Mr Hawlings,

what brought you out to Bottler's Down in the snow?

Ah.

He says it's the only flat bit

where he could meet the aeroplane.

Pottington-two-five, please.

Hello?

No, give up the strychnine

and go on with the belladonna.

Hello? Hello, Mr Hawlings?

Are you all right?

Perfectly fine, thank you, young master.

You really are Mr Hawlings?

The one that found my ticket on the railway station

and was scrobbled into the aeroplane?

The very same, young master.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

So...

...that is that.

Now, that is how science helps the law.

You thought your friend was scrobbled

and now you hear, by science and the law,

from his own lips, that all is well.

Well, I'm very glad. If he's safe.

We're sorry, Inspector, for taking up your time.

A public man's time is the public's.

It's my duty to listen to all and sundry.

Sometimes there isn't enough for the law to go on,

but any tale that's first-hand evidence,

you bring it to the law -

and depend upon it, murder will out.

However dark the deed,

we b-b-b-bloodhounds of the law, as they call us,

will bring it into the limelight.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

And, over Christmas,

you must come and see my rabbits.

And I'll demonstrate that trick

with your hard-boiled eggs.

Bloodhound of the law.

Was that really old Cole on the telephone?

It sounded like him.

Hey Hurry up you two .,.

A snowman.

Hey, will these two do for his eyes?

I'll shape the head.

I found an old clay pipe.

Oh.

Oh.

This is one of your hats?

Yes, a rather good one, in fact.

Fine.

Oh, dear. Trouble.

Now, children, you're all getting wet through.

It's all right, Ellen.

No, Master Kay, it is not all right.

With Miss Caroline Louisa away, it is my responsibility...

Have you had any message? Is she coming home?

No. Telephone's not working.

Are they doing their best?

They always say they're doing their best.

Miss Maria.

Miss Susan, just look at you.

Miss Jemima,

you really are old enough to know better.

Come on. Inside.

Come on, Peter.

There's too much discipline here altogether.

What are we doing out here again?

I can't help feeling

we'll find out more if we have another look.

Hey look ,.

I know them.

They were on the train yesterday,

on the way home from school.

And I have a suspicion they picked my pockets.

Curates picking pockets?

If they're curates.

You mean they're disguised?

Gosh, this holiday's turning out to be

better than expected.

What are they doing?

Looking for something.

Something they expected to find on the old man.

It's not here, Joe.

Come on.

Well, they've given up.

Come on, let's follow them.

Oh, well. Let's go home.

Master Kay?

I've got something to do . There in a minute.

Press to open.

Are you Herne the Hunter?

Kay.

Are you coming into my wild wood?

Yes please ,.

Now...be a stag in the wild wood with me.

Did you see the wolves in the wood?

No.

That is why we became wild duck.

Did you see the hawks in the air?

No- .

That is why we became fish in the pool.

Now, do you see the pike in the weeds?

I wonder how long all that took.

Ten to eleven?

All that took only two minutes?

Ten to eleven Abner Brown . and the rat.

If I push it to the right, I can go small.

Hello, Kay.

Hello, Mouse.

Mouse? You know these underground alleyways.

Could I get to a pub called the Prince Rupert's Arms

from here?

Why, yes,

but it's a bit of a peradventure.

There are some very terrible fellows

between here and there.

But I must get there quickly, by eleven o'clock.

And it's almost that now.

Won't you show me the way?

Don't ask me. Please don't ask me.

There's too much danger in it.

Hold tight to my hand, Mouse.

And if we're threatened, I'll find a way.

Let's go back They're pirates..

Pirates the lot of them ,.

Don't make me . Please don't make me.

They'll see us.

# Over the side, then take a dive

# We make them . # walk the plank

# Over the side, then take a dive... #

Let's get 'em lads ,.

Push to the left to go swift.

The Prince Rupert's Arms.

Where is he...

...that rat?

And where is the Box?

As for the boy...

...that interfering,

overreaching boy...

...reporting to the police,

talking on telephones...

What I won't do to that boy.