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Listen, everyone,

it's Aunt Patricia with an Indian.

Indian. Red Indian? No from India.

If you wouldn't mind waiting here for a moment?

Yes, of course.

Oh, please, do sit down.

Thank you Lady Brandon.

He must have suffocated.

Johnny.

Johnny!

He's dead.

Johnny!

Come on, John.

He's dead I tell you. Shut up, Gussie.

He's coming around.

You're a blithering ass, Johnny.

You scared the living daylights out of me and Dig.

We thought you were dead.

We did, feeble Geste.

We thought you were ready for a shiny box with your name on the lid.

"John Geste, found dead in a chest."

"John Geste, nincompoop." Sorry, Beau.

Don't you know you die if you don't get air into your lungs?

And finding out how long you can go without

isn't one of the records we tried to beat.

Did Aunt catch you in the armor?

She looked straight at it and didn't know I was inside.

Didn't you move at all?

One blink, that's all.

They were right in front of me.

What was that Indian doing here?

Yes. What was he talking about?

Something private. Aren't you going to tell us?

Of course, not. That's what private means.

Well, if you know what it was, why shouldn't we?

You can talk rot like that.

I'm not going to tell you what they were talking about.

It's none of our business.

It was something important, wasn't it?

No, it wasn't.

There is something very strange about that Indian coming here.

Why did he come, Beau?

Damn.

You're no good at golf.

Any more you are at telling lies.

Why don't you tell me why he came, Beau?

I thought we didn't have secrets between us.

I've forgotten.

I can't remember,

it's gone clean out of my head.

Now take care of yourselves. Goodbye, Aunt.

Goodbye, Beau. Goodbye.

Goodbye, Aunt.

Don't forget to write now.

Off you go. Claudia and Isobel, come along now.

Bye!

Don't forget to write. I won't.

Bye!

We're keeping jolly well, and I hope you are ditto.

Dig had the sniffles last week,

and a dose of matron's muck was shoved down his gullet.

He's now better and able to play football,

at which he is very good as you know.

He says he's very sorry for the window he broke.

I'm swotting for the exams like a model scholar.

Young John is shaping up pretty well too.

It's wonderful having him at Eton with us.

All three Gestes united again.

Thank you, Emily.

We walked back in the moonlight singing our hearts out.

Well, dear Aunt, my days at Eton are almost over,

sad in a way, but inevitable.

I was told today that I have a very good chance for getting my blue for rowing at Oxford.

This pleases Dig, as he's practically certain to get his for cricket.

Young Johnny is working like a demon.

So all in all, I hope you're proud of your three little orphans.

I had a letter from Claudia at her finishing school in Switzerland.

I do hope they haven't finished the poor girl too much.

Is it time for lunch yet?

I think that sundial may be a little fast.

Beau. What?

You are glad to see me again, aren't you?

Of course I'm glad to see you.

Highly delighted in fact.

I should jolly well hope so.

You look a little bit tired this morning, Claudia.

Is everything all right? Of course. Why?

Just wondered.

Well, I didn't get much sleep last night.

Why not? Knowing that you were coming home

...and thinking about unpaid bills. Dressmakers again.

One must look presentable. Of course.

Have you decided yet what you're going to do after Oxford?

Thought about politics. Mm-hmm.

But I'm not sure that it'd suit me.

Gussy's already joined a bank.

Have you ever thought of banking?

You're much cleverer than Gussy. You could make pots of money.

Which of course means a blissfully happy life.

Darling, of course it does.

Beau! Beau!

Welcome home, Beau! Thank you Faithful Hound.

Where are Dig and Johnny? Umm…

Dig's playing golf and Johnny's tinkering with the car.

I'll find him.

Have you seen Aunt Patricia since you arrived?

Yes.

Did she tell you? Uncle Hector's coming home.

She may have mentioned it.

She isn't looking forward to it one little bit.

And I can't say I blame her.

She told you that? She didn't have to.

A man she hasn't seen her for years and his reputation!

Shh!

Thank you, Isobel. You played that beautifully.

Johnny played his part nobly turning the pages.

He has to be told when to turn them.

No, I don't. He does it rather better than you, Digby.

Well, what now.

Anyone fancy a game of billiards? Beau?

Not now, Gussy.

Aunt, I know it's getting late, but…

could we see the Blue Water for a little while?

Yes, good idea. Let's all have a gloat on the Blue Water.

Yes, please, Aunt, it's a wonderful idea.

Highly recommended I'd say, it's either that or Gussie playing his mouth organ.

I haven't got a… I see, you're playing the fool again.

Please, Aunt, may we see it?

Very well. Will one of you put a log on the fire?

I'll do it.

Thank you, Aunt.

You've heard Uncle Hector's coming home.

Yes. I hope he remembers where to come.

It's been a long time since his last visit.

The wildlife population of Africa must be rejoicing.

You've no right to sneer at him. I'm not sneering.

I merely disapprove of his love of senseless killing.

You ought to be grateful to him. Grateful?

You forget you're living in his house.

Have been since you left the cradle, practically.

Aunt Patricia arranged for us to come and live here when our parents died.

Your Uncle was indifferent to us and still is,

as he is to everybody else except himself.

Cheer up, Gussy. He doesn't care a damn about you either.

Oh, it's magical. It's brought into the room and the whole place lights up.

I asked for it. My right to see it first.

It's beautiful. How much is it worth, Aunt?

I have no idea.

I'm sure it will fetch a pretty price at Hatton Garden.

Enough to pay your dressmaker's bills anyway

with a little left over.

Just adore it.

Me. Me. Me, me.

Watch this.

May I?

Oh! Digby!

It must be worth a fortune.

A young lady hasn't seen it yet, do you mind?

Isobel.

Thank you.

Any thought from Faithful Hound?

I was just thinking how wonderful it is.

What else can one think?

One day, someone will buy you one just like it.

Johnny. Thank you.

Oh, John!

I wonder how wicked Brandon got it all those years ago in India.

At the point of his sword, I imagine.

Oh, no.

I hate it when the lights go out.

What's Ferguson up to? He's supposed to keep the generator working.

Well it will come on in a minute.

Burdon will bring candles if it doesn't.

Ghosts and goblins.

Who's got a match?

Oh! Ah! I can feel a ghostly skeleton hand.

Damn, Dig!

(inaudible) and when I had the filly in me power.

The Blue Water?

Looks a bit empty, doesn't it?

It would seem there is someone with a sense of humor all his own.

You, John, are you the jester?

No, Aunt, only the Geste. Sorry.

Did you take it? No, honestly.

Digby? Is this another of your silly practical jokes?

Not guilty, Aunt. Not this time.

Michael?

I haven't got the Blue Water, Aunt Patricia.

You, Augustus. Come on, Augustus.

No, I swear to God.

You'll indeed not swear to God, Augustus, nor to me. Have you got it?

No, I haven't. I wouldn't take it.

I can hardly believe that either of you took it. Isobel?

Not me, Aunt Patricia.

I was too busy trying to ward off the skeleton hand.

Claudia?

I didn't take it.

I didn't.

Let us agree that this brilliant joke has gone far enough, shall we?

Put it back, John. You were the only one near it when the light went out.

I didn't touch it, I've said so. Suppose you put it back, Ghastly.

And suppose you do. Look here.

I'm going to turn all the lights out again and count up to 10.

Jolly, good idea.

Whoever played the trick is to put the Blue Water back.

Then no one will know who did it.

Agreed? Agreed.

Now everyone keep still except the villain.

And when I switch the lights on again,

there will be the Blue Water laughing at us.

Oh, rot.

One, two, three, I daren't move, my shoes creak.

four, five, six, Hurry villain, time's running out.

seven, eight, nine, I've put it back!

ten! Right.

You might have played up.

Look, whoever played the trick, put the jewel back

and let's have a dance. May we have a dance, Aunt?

You may when the Blue Water has been returned to its case.

I'm waiting.

Come on, somebody?

For the last time I ask the person who took it to put it back

and we will end this silly business here and now

and make no further reference to it.

Which one of you took it?

Very well.

You have all of you have practically grown up in this house.

It grieves me more than I can say

to discover that one of you is a liar, and apparently a common thief.

Digby, fetch me the key to the door. Yes, Aunt.

I shall postpone taking action until tomorrow morning.

I shall leave the cover where it is and lock the door at midnight.

The key I shall leave in the brass box in the hall. Thank you.

I'm giving the liar amongst you the opportunity

to return the sapphire during the night.

If this is not done by the time I come down tomorrow

I shall have to conclude that the liar is also a thief

and act accordingly.

Claudia and Isobel, go to your rooms.

I said go to your rooms.

Aunt, I'm sure it's just a silly joke.

Bed.

As for the rest of you,

I want you out of here before I lock the door at 12 o'clock.

Right, Gussy, hand it over.

Why don't you ask John?

He's the one who standing by the table when the light came on.

Come to my arms my little banker.

Take your hands off me.

I haven't got the beastly thing.

It's one of you three rotters.

Leave him, Dig.

He's got the... I said leave him!

Aunt's given the thief till morning to return the jewel.

I know. It's the way she wants it done.

Let's leave it there, shall we?

(Inaudible) swine.

Sorry, Gussy.

Don't think I'm gonna thank you.

You stopped him because you don't want to be searched yourself.

Search one, search all. Not even rotters like you could go against that rule.

Come on then, search me. Every pocket, you're welcome.

Go on, Gussy, why don't you?

You're all in it together.

Police will soon sort it out. You won't trick them.

That's right, bang off to bed.

Remember, the key's in the box in the hall.

It'll be back by morning.

Do you think Aunt will send for the police? She won't have to.

I should hope so, not with Sir Hector coming home.

Unpleasing to learn the family heirloom's been pinched.

Some bowler-hatted flatfoot from Scotland Yard meeting him on the steps.

"Half a mo, and where do you think you're going, eh?"

We certainly can't blame Aunt after the theft.

It can be put back, of course it will.

Gussy will cough it up.

Why should Gussy steal it? Why should any of us?

You…accused Gussy. Why him in particular?

I bait him a good bit.

It offends his dignity.

When the lights went out, it flashed through his cunning brain

that here was a chance to do us down.

Break Aunt's faith in the Brothers Geste.

He knew we'd get the blame.

With his uncle coming home too.

Why don't we sit up in the hall all night to see who comes for the key?

We could hide somewhere.

No. Why not?

We'd be interfering with Aunt's plans. Just give him whoever it is a chance.

Any ass can sit up who wants to,

I've had enough for one night, I'm off to bed.

Aunt will soon be down to lock up. I couldn't meet her again tonight.

She has just to look at me in her present mood and I'd feel guilty.

And I'm innocent.

Good night.

You going up, Johnny?

What's the matter?

How could anyone do it, Beau?

Rob Aunt Patricia, of all people?

Yeah, I know.

It's a rotten filthy business.

Come on.

Sleepwalking, Gussy?

You looking for the key, John?

Beau!

Don't look so miserable, old chap.

Will you take the key from me or shall I put it in the box and you can take it from there.

Oh Beau.

Oh John.

Good night.

It's morning as a matter of fact.

Why not put some kedgeree on top of that?

Had it.

This is going on top of kedgeree.

No guilty conscience to bug my appetite.

You've put the jewel back, have you?

I didn't take the jewel.

And you'd better stop accusing me.

Calm down, and take a kipper.

It's the only thing you haven't already got.

Morning. Morning, Johnny.

Can I get you something? I'm waiting for Aunt Patricia to come down.

Thanks all the same.

Door's locked, I tried it.

Aunt's taking her time coming down.

She means to make us sweat, old sod.

Morning, all. Morning.

Has Aunt Patricia been down yet? No.

I don't want to meet her till the day's been ahead of it.

Where's Claudia? Haven't seen her.

I saw her in the garden.

I'll go and tell her breakfast is ready.

I'd take her something on a fork, if I were you.

Gussy will have scoffed the lot by the time you get back.

Well I suppose the Crown Jewels are all present and correct by now?

It'll be back. Seen it, have you?

No, I haven't seen it.

I'm sure it's there.

You should know, of course.

Shut it, Ghastly Gussy, or I'll have your breakfast and give it to the dogs.

You're a coarse, tedious lout, Digby.

How the gentlemen's courage is coming on.

Morning. Morning, Claudia.

Nothing for me, thank you, Beau. You must eat something.

Oh, a cup of tea is all I want. Right.

Well, I wonder what today is going to bring forth.

I take it Aunt hasn't been down yet. Not yet.

No, no, gobble and go, if asked about sapphires, say you don't know.

Do I detect an air of tension this morning?

Oh, shut up, Dig.

Didn't sleep so well last night, eh, bun-face?

No, I had a bad dream.

I slept like a log.

I have come to ask that no one leave Brandon Abbas

unless the person who has the Blue Water decides,

even at this late hour, to return it to me.

It hasn't been put back?

Let me make myself absolutely clear.

If I leave this room without the Blue Water,

I will have no mercy upon the person who stole it.

He or she will suffer the full penalty of the law and I will see to that.

I'm sure the girls are innocent, Aunt.

Thank you, Michael.

When I need your help in choosing my words, I'll ask for it.

Has anyone anything to say?

Aunt, couldn't you please wait another day?

And give the thief time to dispose of the jewel.

Very well. No one leaves here or breathes a word of this to anyone.

Except the police when they arrive.

I hope you like porridge, Gussy.

It's the usual prison diet I'm told.

Beastly crows.

Beau.

What?

What's the game, eh?

Game?

The Blue Water.

It was you who took it, wasn't it? What makes you think I took it?

Meeting you downstairs in the night. Came down yourself.

Why did you take it?

It was…it was a damn silly thing to do whatever the reason was.

Please put it back, Beau.

I wish I could.

Look, I've got a suggestion to make.

Aunt thinks devilish little of me.

So give me the damn thing and I'll…

What?

Take it to her and say, you pinched it for a lark.

I'll be glad of the chance.

It'll get the rotten affair over and done with and forgotten.

Everybody happy again.

You're not such a feeble Geste after all, are you.

Aunt won't be hurt, that's main thing.

It will be real kindness to her not to let her know it was you who took it.

The days of childhood are over, Johnny.

You must grow up and face the truth.

There are spots on the sun, you know.

And sometimes a hero turns out to have feet of clay.

Hello!

Burdon said you were looking for me?

I thought we might go for a walk before lunch, unless you rather not.

If you like.

Will you excuse us, John?

Of course.

I'll take the gun back for you. Thank you.

Take yourself back. Have a nap before lunch.

Bye, John.

Hi hog, wake up! Wake up! Latest edition.

Beau's gone, left this letter.

Beau's vanished. What?

Disappeared. He's done a bunk.