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As for the boy...

...that interfering, overreaching boy...

...reporting to the police, talking on telephones...

What I won't do to that boy!.

My dear.

Come in, Rat.

That's Sylvia Daisy Pouncer.

- You know the lady? ?. - Know the lady I

She used to be my governess, and she's a witch.

Ah, Rat.

And who have you got with you?

I make so bold, master, to present my nephew.

Make a reference to the gentleman.

Mmm.

What will you take, Rat?

Well, I do like a drop of rum.

Not because I like it - it's poison -

but without it, I can't stand the climate.

A drop of rum for Rat.

Now, Alf, stay there

and tell the gentleman what you seen last night.

Speak up Alf! ,. What does he say, Rat?

He says there's so many of you here,

it's worse than when he was on trial.

Happy days, gents.

Madam.

Ah! That's the stuff!..

Poison! But I can feel it doing . me good all the way down.

Rat. Speak for your nephew.

As ordered, my nephew yesterday afternoon

went to the Drop of Dew public house,

where he'd been told to keep an eye

- on one that you want... - The old man.

Cole Hawlings.

You told me all of this last night!.

The old man decided the safest place to slip away to

was Arthur's Camp at dawn.

Our men went to Arthur's Camp at dawn and got him.

Ha-ha We certainly did .. Jolly good show what! ,.

One thing I want to know -

when the old man left the Drop of Dew

yesterday afternoon,

was the Box still in his possession?

In his pocket, guv.

He didn't hide it anywhere at the Drop of Dew?

He did not.

Now, listen to me.

You followed the old man to Seekings,

the home of the boy, Kay Harker.

Never once let him out of his sight, did you, Alf?

Let your nephew speak for himself Rat! ,.

Could he have hidden it anywhere on his way?

No. He kept tapping his pocket to make sure it was there.

Tap-tapping his pocket all the way, he did.

Think hard.

It was snowing hard.

Did the snow get in your eyes?

No, sir.

You must have very odd eyes!.

Boss let me have a go You ,..

You sure on the way to that house

he didn't slip anyone that Box?

I take my oath on Hamlet, he didn't.

- Hey? - Not a soul did we pass,

it being all snow, such as I never.

Then where is the Box now?

For there was no sign of it when we captured him

at Arthur's Camp this morning.

- What I always says, boss... - Out.

Throw them out.

Get back to your sewer and have a bath.

And, Charles, go and fetch

the little person we wish to see.

And make sure you kick those dolts

out of the back door.

I won't have anyone listening behind the skirting board.

Now, what has the old man done with that Box?

Oh, Abner, dear, it's too late now to cry over spilt milk.

He could have handed it to somebody.

The Jones children or the boy.

Kay Harker, your ancient pupil.

That little ruffian.

You don't appear to have a very high opinion of the boy.

He was a child for whom I had the utmost detestation

and contempt. A thoroughly morbid, dreamy, idle muff.

Anyway, my ideal, the old man would not have trusted

such a treasure to a child

he had not met before that afternoon.

Well, then there remains the guardian.

This Caroline Louisa.

The mistress of the house.

A woman to be trusted.

He could have whispered to her.

Take it.

Keep it for me.

Your imagination is quite Shakespearean.

Hmm.

We shall have to take steps about Madam Caroline Louisa.

May a weak woman make a suggestion,

my star-bright Abner?

Is it not more likely that he handed it to the Bishop?

There he was, you see, really in luck,

amongst the most respectable company in the county.

It is only too likely, my empress,

and if he gave it to the Bishop,

it'll be in the cathedral vaults by now,

and those vaults, Guy Fawkes and all his gunpowder

couldn't get through.

Yes . That's where the Box is now.

My celestial one,

it's almost Christmas.

The whole cathedral staff will be working overtime

preparing for the thousandth anniversary.

The Bishop won't have given a thought to the vaults.

He's thrown the Box into a drawer

amongst his collars and his handkerchiefs.

Just you see if he hasn't.

My precious pearl,

my blue and yellow sapphire,

I should only like to see if he hasn't.

All those fools who let it slip through their fingers.

I tell you, Sylvia, I'm tempted to get rid of Charles

with his infernal "ha-ha, what".

Oh, but, my emerald, my ruby,

he's one of our most precious workers.

Get rid of Charles?

Whatever for?

He's in charge of nobbling and scrobbling,

and it all goes wrong.

Oh, but my own,

my very own Abbey,

you must never think of getting rid of Charles.

Can't you see he's our only buffer

against the stupidity of Joe?

And can't you see he's the only real friend we have?

You do see?

I see you see.

My golden idol,

my graven image,

you must never, never be so foolish as to let Charles go.

Ah, the little lady.

Remember, the old man may have given the Box to her.

Be that as it may, she's very promising.

I should like to bring her in with us.

Come.

This way. Go straight through.

Ah Miss Maria ,. How good of you to come.

Yes, well, I'd like to know what I'm here for.

Well, my dear, someone was saying

that you're very interested in stained glass.

Who, me?

Child, we are making up a party

to go over to St Griswold's this morning.

We shall have lunch there,

look at the glass,

and you can be back at Seekings by teatime.

You will join us?

It's a mouldy lot of glass at St Griswold's, isn't it?

In the main church, yes, but, um,

in the lady chapel...

All English glass is mouldy, if you ask me.

I think you'll find this isn't English.

Oh?

Uh...

Carolingian.

Well, my dear, would you like to run home and leave word

that you'll be out until teatime?

Oh, bother that.

Then, I can look after myself.

I've generally got a pistol or two on me,

and I'm dead shot with both hands.

How you must enjoy the quiet atmosphere of school.

School?

I've been expelled from three.

The headmistresses still swoon when they hear my name.

I count it a great honour to entertain

so distinguished an ornament to her sex.

Shall we start?

Maria Maria .. Don't go with them.

They're a gang.

They're up to no good Maria!..

Back now. Back to Seekings,

as fast as ever we can go.

Oh, no.

I can smell 'em in the air.

And there they are.

Come me hearties ,.

- Mouse, give me your paw. - We'll grind their bones

to make our bread.

And cut 'em into little collops.

And eat their livers.

R-Rargh.

Let's get after 'em lads ,.

Hoo.

Thank you, Mouse. Goodbye.

Kay?

Susan?

What is it?

Oh, dear.

It's Maria.

Well, I was in town buying Christmas presents

when Maria went off in a car with some total strangers.

She knows it's absolutely forbidden

to go off in a car with total strangers.

I didn't like the look of them at all.

Two of them were dressed as curates.

Toodle-oo.

Ooh, Master Kay, that was your guardian.

Caroline Louisa? What did she say?

She'll be home tonight on the 8.17.

I told her you'd be over at Tatchester

at the Punch and Judy show.

Well, if we're not back, you can ask the Rupert's Arms

to send a car over to pick her up.

- Is her brother all right? - Much better, she said.

Well, that's something. Thank you, Ellen.

You'll catch your death if you go outside to play.

The rain is coming down.

Very well. We'll stay in.

Yes, Ellen. No trouble at all.

Well, things is easy

when Miss Maria isn't here to contradict.

Mrs Calamine, would you mind if I asked you a question

about one of your guests?

That depends, Master Kay,

on the question...and possibly on the guest.

Well, could you tell me, please, who are those clergymen

who were here this morning?

That's the Reverend Doctor Boddledale, his wife,

his chaplain and his private secretary.

He's the head of the theological training college

over at Chesters,

in the Chester Hills.

But he couldn't be.

I thought he was a Mr Brown.

A Mr Abner Brown.

Abner?

That's a foreign name, is it not?

Oh, no, no, no. He's very well known,

and a very holy gentleman.

His wife, Mrs Boddledale, wears the most lovelyjewels.

She reminds me of someone I've seen hereabouts before.

It's always on the tip of my tongue,

but I can't remember who.

Hmm.

Thank you, Mrs Calamine.

The Reverend Doctor Boddledale?

A pillar of the Church A man . of the utmost respectability.

I have sung in the glee club with him time and time again.

But I've seen him creeping around...

A very sweet tenor, Master Harker.

I don't see how he can be the Reverend anyone.

Master Harker, you have come home, if I may say so,

a little faint from the strain of learning.

Your nerves want food.

I've often noticed it in young fellows back from school.

Maria, she's been scrobbled.

If your young friend is with the Reverend Boddledale,

she's in good hands.

As to her not being back home yet,

weren't you supposed to be at the Christmas show

at the Bishop's Palace in Tatchester?

And Miss Maria with you?

Well, then, if she's gone to St Griswold's

to look at that old glass,

why should she come all the way back to Seekings? Hmm?

She'll have stayed in Tatchester for tea

and gone direct to the Bishop's Palace.

Depend upon it.

Of course. I hadn't thought of that.

That's very likely what's happened.

Now, then, you get that nice guardian of yours

to see that you take a strong posset every night.

A strong what?

Oh, of course, you young folks in this generation,

you don't know what a posset is.

A posset is a jorum of hot milk,

and in that hot milk, you put some egg

and you puts a spoonful of treacle

and a grating of nutmeg,

and then you stirs them well up,

and then you gets into bed

and you takes it down hot.

And a posset like that, taken overnight,

will make a new man of you, Master Harker,

while now you're all worn down with learning.

Understand?

No.

What's a jorum?

Ah! A jorum is a giganteus....

Never mind, Inspector. Thank you very much.

I'll remember - a posset.

But...

I'm going to lock you up.

Ohh Whoa..

That's the way to do it.

Oh no it's not ,,.

Oh, yes, it is.

Oh no it isn't ,,.

Now, listen, Mr Punch, will you promise me

you'll be very good from now on?

I will.

Is that his voice, do you think?

I believe him, I do really,

and so, Punch and Judy's tale is done.

A happy Yuletide, everyone.

Bye-bye Bye-bye .. Bye-bye.

Well, I'm sure we all enjoyed Punch and Judy,

as given in the traditional style by...

Who was it again? Mr Cole Hawlings.

Right, now, into the other room, everyone,

for your Christmas surprise.

- Your Grace? - Hmm?

Please, if it's possible,

could I talk to the Punch and Judy man?

I think he's leaving already.

Someone's coming to take him off in a car,

he said, his throat being so sore

with the Christmas performances.

- Oh... - Come along, Kay. Come on.

Right. Now, are we all ready?

Yes.

One, two, three...

Right. Now, I want no riots here.

Come and get your Christmas presents one by one.

Everybody's got one.

Ah! Right now .,, there's the music.

Right, now, everybody, you've all got your presents.

Now, I want you to get a cracker each.

Come on. And then I want you to form two circles.

One circle in the middle

and the other circle round the other...

...on the outside. Come along. In the middle,

that's right.

Well done.

Come along here, now.

Right, off we go. Come along.

One, two.

I'd completely forgotten. Maria isn't here.

Your Grace Your Grace..

Yes, what is it, Dudley?

Your Grace, during the party, we've had a burglary.

Every room has been turned absolutely upside down.

Peter, do you think your sister Maria

could have been in with the gang that did the burglary?

You heard Abner Brown say he liked her style.

And knowing her, that'd flatter her enough to...

Well, if she has, I think that's the purple pim.

Shh.

We heard what you said, and I'm sure we don't agree.

Maria would never have had a hand in it,

except to collar all the swag

and bring it back to its owners.

They did take all the necklaces and jewels and such

belonging to the Bishop's guests.

It might be ordinary thieves, not your villains at all.

Oh, there you are.

You didn't get wet.

That's a mercy.

Ellen, give us some good news.

Tell us Miss Maria's come home.

I'm sorry, Master Kay.

There's no sign of her.

Oh, and the Rupert's Arms sent a car to the station,

but your guardian wasn't on the train.

Hasn't she telephoned?

No. She hasn't.

So I rang her brother's number in London,

and they said she'd left to catch the train,

so they didn't know where she could be.

Don't the trains get all upset at Christmas-time

and in weather like this?

Yes Yes .... With all the snow.

Maybe the train couldn't get through,

and she had to come by car.

And she'll be here any minute.

I do wish Maria would turn up.

Maria's quite capable of taking care of herself.

Come on, Susan, time for bed.

It's not my place, Master Kay,

but do you think you should telephone the Inspector?

What? The bloodhound of the law?

Tomorrow morning, perhaps, if they're still not back.

Ellen, can you make a posset?

Indeed I can.

Well, I wish you would.

She's coming.

Drink it right down now.

- Sweet dreams. - Thank you.

They tell me the wolves are running.

Keep your eyes peeled, Kay.

We're the Wolf Guard.

And the wolves are bad.

Excuse me, do you mean real wolves or men wolves?

Ah, the tricks of them.

You'll see a white-fleeced lamb, peacefully feeding,

getting closer and closer to you,

till suddenly it pounces.

It's no lamb, but two wolves under a fleecy skin.

You watch out, young Kay.

Are you having a nightmare, Kay?

You've been snoring like a pig.

The morning paper's full of the burglary

at the Bishop's Palace.

Nothing about a missing girl, I suppose?

After breakfast, I'll go and see the Inspector.

I know he'll only tell me to take a posset

and leave everything to the bloodhounds of the law.

Master Kay, a telegram.

It's from my guardian.

"Trains held up by floods. Stop.

"Returned to brother's. Stop.

"Hope to see you tomorrow. Caroline Louisa."

Oh that is a relief ,.

Funny- she usually puts, "Love, Caroline Louisa."

- Oh, well. - Good. Now we don't have to

- go to the Inspector. - What shall we do, then?

I vote we do something different to take our minds...

I know . Let's take the boat I got

from under the Christmas tree and sail it on the floods.

A mud-lark Splendiferous..

An aeroplane.

How odd. It's absolutely silent.

I'll bet they're after us.

No aeroplane would try to land on this soggy old ground.

That's no ordinary plane.

There's someone coming.

They couldn't be after us, could they?

Of course not.

They're probably mole-catchers coming to set traps.

When did you hear of mole-catchers with pistols

coming in aeroplanes?

Let's try and get to the farm.

The mill's closer.

They'll beat us to either of those.

- Come here. - What?

Come here.

Hold hands.

Hurry up Hold hands..

What on earth are you...?

Amazing.

Gosh, look at that.

Look . Kay, look at your boat.

Come on.

Come aboard.

I'll cast off.

Come on.

- Move it Come on .. - Come on.

- Move . - Come on.

Come on.

Keep going faster.

Come on Come on..

Where did they go?

You chaps stay here.

Joe?

Come on Move..

We've done it Kay ,.

Kay look ,.

No No..

Do something.

We'll sink.

Hurry up.

Hold on tight.