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Hey look! ,.

No!.

We'll sink!.

Hold on tight!.

Hey.

We made it.

- Hip-hip . Hooray.

- Hip-hip . Hooray.

- Hip-hip . Hooray.

Where the devil have those children got to?

They seem to have disappeared, what!.

Here Over there..

Wasn't it exciting? I wish we could do it again.

All ashore.

Well, I don't know where they could have got to.

Quick Over to those rocks..

Nothing like children for leading one a dance what! ,.

Could they have fallen into the stream?

Let's have a look.

No, not a sign of them.

Half a mo - weren't they playing with that boat

when we sighted them?

I believe they were.

Must have shot it down the millrace.

Where the little devils are now, who knows?

Might be hiding under the bridge.

Better look, or dear Abner will want to know...why.

Wait.

Hooray- .

Right, now...all hold hands.

Look at the boat now.

Something's wrong.

How terrible.

What I don't understand is, where are the servants?

?. Ellen Ellen

Abner.

Oh, Master Kay, what's happened?

We've had a burglary.

Ellen, why did you leave the house?

I had a telephone call.

Some doctor said my mother was terribly ill

and I must come at once.

So Jim and I rushed off in the car,

and when I got there, she was perfectly all right.

Not the least bit ill.

And who could have played such a stupid, thoughtless trick,

- I just can't... - Oh, it's all right, Ellen.

Come along. Let's have tea.

Do you think they got away with much?

It's my guess they took almost nothing.

Then why...?

They were looking for one thing, and they didn't find it.

That gadget of yours?

Hadn't you better tell me what's going on?

Hello you lot I'm back ,..

Maria! . - And I'm very annoyed.

Thank heavens you're safe. We've had a burglary.

I'll explain later.

Tell us what happened to you.

I was scrobbled.

I knew I shouldn't have gone without a pistol.

Just tell us what happened.

Well, the first part was all right,

not the mouldy old stained glass,

but afterwards they took me to eat at the Bear's Paw.

Duck pâté.

Look, can't you get on to the important bit?

They suddenly got up and left,

so I thought I'd better get a taxi home.

So I went out into the street.

Seekings House, please, Condicote.

Hey driver This is ,. not the way to Seekings.

Hey stop ,. What do you think you're doing?

Then a lurch and, woosh, we were flying.

What rot.

A car go up in the air?

And a broken-down old Tatchester taxi at that.

It wasn't a taxi.

It was a car that became an aeroplane.

And it flew absolutely silently.

Well, that couldn't have been an aeroplane.

?. An aeroplane flying silently I

Go on, Maria.

I felt it dipping down. It touched the ground.

I heard it scrunch on gravel.

Then a door clanged shut behind us.

And then...

Maria Jones.

Do forgive any inconvenience we may have caused

in bringing you here, and above all, don't be afraid.

I don't get afraid.

Oh good ,.

We've brought you here

because we're rather in need of a dashing young associate

at the moment, and wondered if we might persuade you

to join us.

What are you, a gang of crooks?

Really dear ,. We're a business community.

Oh?

And what business does your community do?

Social service. Shall we say we help people to help themselves?

What do you do? And how do you do it?

Ah, that you would soon learn if you joined us.

It's such an interesting world for younger agents -

fast cars,

flights in aeroplanes.

Life is one long social whirl.

Yes, but what's the work?

First, you must show your willingness to join us.

Then we can discuss it.

If the work were honest, you'd say what it is.

It can't be too nice or it wouldn't have you in it.

Maria Jones, if children are pert here,

we turn them into dog biscuits.

If grown-ups are pert to me,

- I turn them into cats, me. - Oh.

Ladies, ladies, do let us have unity.

Do I take it, Miss Jones,

that you do not wish to work for us?

No. I think you look a pretty shady lot.

Then at least give us a little information.

The old Punch and Judy man, Cole Hawlings.

When he gave his performance

at Seekings yesterday afternoon,

did he hand you a small black box?

No, he didn't.

He didn't leave it with any of the others?

Did he hide it somewhere at Seekings House?

How on earth do I know?

That's the point.

Do you know?

No, I don't.

Are you telling the truth, child?

You can soon find out if she's telling the truth.

Put her in the scrounger.

You know what the scrounger is, my dear?

We put you in it,

and it has a thing in it that goes round and round.

That is the scrounger.

And presently you come out as dog biscuit.

- You're making it all up. - If it had happened to you,

you wouldn't need to make anything up.

They searched me - for that blessed black box, I suppose -

and of course, they couldn't find anything.

And the next thing I knew, I was carried along the passage

and dumped back in the car, and all the shutters went up,

and we drove out and we flew again.

- Ohh... - We did, we did.

And then it landed, and the bottom opened and I slid out

into the churchyard at Condicote

and the caroplane-aeroplane was lifting up and flying away.

You know you've been missing overnight?

We were terribly worried.

Well, I'm here now, and I didn't join their gang.

What's for dessert?

Peter.

Peter.

Well, if this isn't the purple pim.

You're always waking me up.

Peter, I know where they took Maria.

That theological college is just a front.

I'm sure of it. Will you come with me?

It's Chesters, over at Chester Hills.

But that's 40 miles away.

Yes. You could get there quite quick

with a car that turned into an aeroplane.

Or with this.

Get dressed Quick..

Golly I say..

Chester Hills . Down there's the railway line

near Hope-under-Chesters,

where the men were dressed as curates

and they cheated me at cards and picked my pockets.

Where do you think we should go?

Down through the woodland.

I'm sure the buildings of the college are in there somewhere.

Look a track ,.

Doesn't look a very cheerful place.

I don't think we ought to risk those notices.

Oh, rats. I don't believe them.

Why would they put them there, then?

For years, I was scared of a notice that said "bloodhounds".

And there wasn't a bloodhound in the county. Are you coming?

It's bad luck for us.

I feel it in my bones.

Now, we'd better not talk too much,

and we won't make more noise than we have to.

Oh, well...

We must go cautiously.

A keeper might come any minute.

There aren't any keepers.

How do you know?

It's easy to see you don't live in the country.

If this place had been properly preserved,

we'd have seen some pheasants long ago,

or keepers' vermin boards, or dead stoats

and weasels, or even owls.

Wouldn't have minded seeing an owl.

Come on.

What a place- .

Gives me the fantods. I don't like it.

Well, we're here and we're not going back now.

I'm going to go and get a closer look at the house.

look!.

That's the winter. It's good for the circulation.

Well, jolly nice of you to invite me along.

My good lady Sylvia is always extolling your virtues,

so I thought it was high time

I got to know you better, Charles.

Jolly good sort, old Sylvia.

Uh, Mrs Brown.

You keep an eye on them,

listen in case they give anything away.

Meet you back here.

It's b-b-bracing.

Enough for honour.

We will leave the rest to the British.

I say, it does do one good, though.

I can feel the corpuscles coursing through my veins.

I wouldn't have thought so.

I wonder how our new guest is finding our accommodation.

Did you hear something?

I can't exactly say.

I thought...

Thought is not good enough! . Do lt!.

Go and look.

I say Hey..

No...

No!.

No...

Here...

ln.

Is there strangers around here?

If there is, after them, boys.

Help- .

Help!- .

Oh! I didn't notice you there..

Have you seen this?

So that was their guest! . Maria, I've got bad news too.

Peter.

That gang hasn't got him?

Yes. He's been scrobbled now.

No, not a sign.

Oh, here's Master Kay now.

It's your guardian's brother.

He rang to see how she is.

Hello.

But I don't understand.

Caroline Louisa?

I thought she was still with you.

She left two days ago to come home.

Someone's been giving false messages.

And Abner and his men have got her in that prison of theirs.

Kay, you must go to the police.

But the Inspector will just...

I'll come with you and talk some sense into him.

You're quite wrong, Master Harker.

The principal of that there training college

is not a Mr Brown.

As I've told you, it's the Reverend Boddledale.

Hello. Is that you, Your Reverence?

It's the Inspector of Police speaking.

You remember the glee club?

Yeah.

Look, I want to ask you if you've seen anything of a lad

by the name of Peter. Peter...

No sign of him.

And have you with you

a gentleman by the name of Abner Brown?

You don't know the name?

I'm very sorry to have troubled you, sir.

Oh, thank you, sir.

And the same to you.

There.

Stupid man. Talking to Abner Brown himself!.

What if I'm wrong,

or all mixed up,

and there is a Reverend Boddledale?

Only one thing for it, Kay.

Scotland Yard.

Scotland Yard put me through to Tatchester police station

and they told me to report it to our local inspector.

Let's go home.

Kay! Please come and save me .. Kay!.

I'm coming, Caroline Louisa.

I'll find you.

Let me go swift to the chief room of this house.

# Take a pair of sparkling eyes

# And a pair of ruby lips

# But rubies themselves are better

# Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-rum. #

If I knew why the orders was given,

I might see some sense in them.

But to scrobble a lot of clergymen

who can't afford a ransom worth a flea bite -

plain foolishness.

He's roused the press.

He's roused Scotland Yard.

He'll soon rouse the nation,

all to get hold of some perishing box.

Send me that fat-faced Joe, will you?

No sooner said, boss, than done.

You wanted me, Chief.

You might close the door, perhaps - gently.

Yes. I hear you've allowed yourself

little criticisms of my orders.

Eh?

It's odd how news gets about here, isn't it, Joe?

Well, it's just, uh...

All these scrobblings to try and find a box

that belongs to the old Punch and Judy man.

That is, however, no longer in the hands

of the old Punch and Judy man.

Well, then, you've got him locked up in the dungeons.

Why don't you make him tell you where it is?

And how would you make him?

Well, no need to hurt him.

Just threaten him a bit.

Or use Itchy Powder to keep him awake.

If he'd scratched these last two nights,

you'd have had it out of him by this time.

Of course I forget, you unlettered lot.

You don't realise who Cole Hawlings is, do you?

Have you ever heard of Arnold of Todi?

Who of where?

Todi.

In Italy.

Arnold was a philosopher there in the Middle Ages.

Come here.

That is he.

Oh.

Now, did you ever hear of a certain Ramon Lully?

Uh... Yes.

Now, wasn't he the chap used to do the box trick

- down at Brixton Music Hall? - No, Joe.

He also was a philosopher of the Middle Ages.

They show his tomb at Palma.

But in those days,

a philosopher studied many things in his endless

search for knowledge.

There he is.

Ramon Lully travelled all through Spain and France,

and over the Alps into Italy,

just to meet this Arnold of Todi,

and to offer him his elixir of eternal life

in exchange for Arnold's magic power,

which were contained...

...in the Box of Delights.

Oh!.

Arnold refused. None but he would have the Box.

But soon after that...

...Arnold of Todi disappeared.

Ramon topped him?

No.

But legend has it that Arnold went into the past

by means of the Box,

but once in the past, he could not get out of it,

for the mystery and terror of the Box

is though it allows you to enter the past,

you may not take the Box with you.

You enter it at your own risk...

...and must find your own way out.

There you are.

Old Arnold did do the box trick

like the bloke at Brixton Music Hall.

Whatever he did, he disappeared,

and there are people who believe

that Ramon Lully got the box

when Arnold entered into the past without it.

Now think ,.

Think.

This man had the elixir of eternal life

and the Box of Delights, with all its magic powers.

You do see who it is, don't you, Joe?

Look more closely.

It's him- .

It's the old Punch and Judy man.

But he must be 500...

...700 years old.