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At midnight the wicked Count left the ruined castle again,
charging through the darkness, his eyes glittering like those
of a demon, his soul black and malevolent,
stricken by jealousy, death his only objective.
All this because some girl won't pledge her troth -
whatever that is...
She won't marry him and his heart has turned to stone,
not that you'd know anything about passion.
A man possessed by twisted vengeance,
He has a castle with a moat,
a thousand servants to bring him whatever he wants.
I don't see why he's always riding around
in the dark killing people.
The stench of death - Unrequited love has driven him mad, is all.
Ah, phooey on all that.
If you want me to stop reading, I will.
I'm only supposed to be staying with you while your parents
are away so Felicity can teach me something
about running a household.
For your information, Sara Stanley, reading aloud to the
children is a very important part of running the household.
Aunt Hetty would never let me leave Rose Cottage
again if she knew I was reading a magazine serial.
Get to the fighting and murder, will you?
When he grimaced, his teeth flashed like the razor-sharp
canines of half-starved dogs.
The peasants huddled by their hearths, their doors locked
against the stormy dark, knowing Lord Doom
had once more laid claim to the night.
Digger!
Come back boy!
Digger!
Come Back!
You scared him!
I didn't even know he was listening.
Where do you think you're going?
I'm going to get Digger, of course.
I forbid it!
When the Hodgins let their dog run out at night
it was mistaken for a wolf by Mr Armstrong.
That's true, Felicity.
It's your fault, Sara Stanley.
I didn't want to read it anyway!
I wanted to read Aesop's Fables!
Fine, then, we'll all go.
Cecily, you stay here in case Digger comes back.
Hey, what's going on?
What's the commotion?
I need sanctuary!
What's this?
May I bar your door, sir?
Well, sure Ma'am.
But I don't usually.
Ah, please hide me.
I'm in grave danger and there isn't much time.
Get out of my way you mangey critter.
Hey!
Who says you could just rampage a fella's door and walk in?
Where is she, or do I have to snap you in two?
You can't hide from me forever, Amanda Stone!
Hey, this is my place...
Don't you trifle with me, boy!
I'll never give up.
I'll chase you to he ends of the earth if I must.
Hoof beats?
It was just a story.
Lord Doom isn't real.
Anyway, he's in England.
We could all be set upon by thieves, killed and buried!
No one the wiser!
This is Avonlea, Felix.
Not Montreal.
Miss Stone,
he's a mean piece of work, that gentleman.
This here's where Captain Crane used to stow rum and money.
Rutherford's a monster!
Oh!
You're bleeding.
Oh!
It's nothing, ma'am.
I'd best be going.
He might come back.
I'll take you directly to the constable, Ma'am.
Let the law handle it.
No, the law will take his side, even though
I am the innocent victim.
Please you must believe me!
But you can't go out into the night without protection!
I beg you, sir, say nothing of this to anyone.
It means my life.
- Gus, you in there?
Thank you for your courage and strength
in my time of dire need.
I feel certain we shall meet again.
What'd she do that for?
I wonder who she was.
Gus has got some nerve just turning us out into the night
without a word of explanation.
She was very beautiful.
What do you know about beauty, Felix?
Nothing!
She was beautiful.
Where do you think he got that cut on his head?
Maybe he fell out of bed.
That hussy probably knocked him on the head then robbed him
without him even noticing.
Oh sure, then she kissed him, praised his courage,
and ran off into the night.
Some robbery.
Of all the people you could choose to rob in Avonlea,
Gus Pike is the last.
He hasn't got anything at all.
He's nobody important.
You just shut up about Gus Pike, Felix King.
You don't know the first thing about it.
Amanda Stone.
Oh my goodness!
It's a treasure!
They're obviously not real, Olivia.
Far too garish to be genuine.
How do you know that?
Why what if those rumours about old Captain Crane
finding the treasure are true, Hetty?
Ezekiel Crane, that man couldn't find the sky lying face
upwards on a raft in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.
I never had no shirt with more than three buttons before.
Thanks Miss Olivia, it's very fine.
Well, you know Gus, it took me hardly any time at all
with my sewing machine.
Oh let me see!
Oh well no substitute for own fine hand stitching,
mind you.
But Olivia what have you done?
I never asked for an abrupt taper there.
Well, Hetty, Gus is a young man and he cuts a fine figure.
Well let us not forget that Gus' new employment
is one of service Olivia not glamour.
I'd never have gotten the job if it weren't for your letter
of recommendation, Miss King.
I'm sure you'll do very well at the White Sands, Gus.
Certainly he will,
off you go, my boy.
Remember "Late for work, our duties will shirk."
I'm halfway there immediately.
Oh Miss King could you watch my treasure for me
while I'm at work?
Oh certainly I will.
Good!
Good luck - oh good bye.
Oh he's certainly excited about that new job.
Isn't he?
Treasure indeed...
Although, I suppose it wouldn't hurt
to ascertain their actual worth.
Yes I'll take them to the jeweller in Carmody.
wilst I'm there.
Olivia, haven't seen my magazine, by any chance?
Uh?
You mean "Death Rides by Night"?
I don't bother with serials, if that's what your talking about.
Oh no, just the occasional recipe and an political essay.
Oh, of course.
It's simple enough, boy.
You clear the dirty dishes off the tables and refill coffee.
Stop huffing, boy, you sound like an old train.
I ran all the way, sir.
At the White Sands we don't confuse bustle with industry,
Master Pike.
Yes sir.
Get to it then.
The motto of the White Sands Hotel is:
"Guests shall have it before they know they want it."
No lad, I don't want any.
Well Mister, the idea is that you have it before you want it.
More coffee, ma'am?
Please, show nothing in your face, brave Master Pike -
my enemy is nearby.
Act naturally.
Did you get what I left you last night?
Say nothing.
It is the last vestige of my family's fortune - the man who
is following me works for my late father's lawyer.
I am an orphan.
I'm near orphaned myself... - Sssh!
When my dear father died, the lawyer took the opportunity
to take everything, including my mother's jewels.
Well, I stole them back and now Rutherford has been sent
to bring them - and me - back.
He intends I should stand trial for taking what has been
in my family for generations!
I am desperate!
I have nowhere to go.
No one to turn to.
Will you help me once again?
Dear Mister Pike.
Meet me after sunset in the old cemetery.
Do you know it?
Oh!
Now, it would be best if you continued
as though nothing has happened.
You don't really think that old widow disguise
could fool me, did you?
I haven't got the gems, Robert.
Perhaps not, Amanda, but never forget.
I'm like your shadow:
patient, dark, and impossible to avoid.
Have you considered, Robert, that shadows are also
predictable and insubstantial and thus, harmless?
I think you know my capabilities.
Perhaps you won't be quite so pretty when I'm done with you.
More coffee, ma'am?
Oh you stupid, clumsy - What an...
You're that lighthouse brat, aren't you?
Leave her be.
Getting a little desperate for allies, aren't you?
The hotel is extremely sorry for any inconvenience and
I assure you...
Fine, fine, that's fine,
just get this stripling away from me.
Of course, he's relieved of his duties, immediately.
We'll meet again, sir!
You'd better hope not, boy.
How's your arithmetic?
You could be a clerk at the Carmody bank.
All right til I run out of fingers.
Miss King'll never let me hear the end of it.
Losing that job.
And on the first day.
She'll understand it was an accident.
No, I guess not.
C'mon, Gus, you gotta tell me what's going on.
If you don't, Felicity will pluck out
my eyelashes one by one.
Put that away, Felix, Miss King says smoking
at a tender age indicates vulgarity.
I should have known you was sent to scout me out
my lips are sealed tight as the pyramids.
It's a question of a lady's honour and safety.
Just because she's pretty -
She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
Maybe there's some miracle mixture at Lawson's
that'd clean out this stain.
Gus!
Afternoon, Sally Potts.
We would most surely be honoured by your presence
at Sunday dinner, Mr Pike.
At your house?
Me?
Of course, Gus.
Mother has made a special occasion of it.
We're having stuffed goose.
I'm not in no mood for jokes, Sally Potts.
But, Gus . . .
it's with all the trimmings . . .
Master Pike!
A moment of your time?
Don't worry - I didn't take no silverware with me.
Nonsense, nonsense.
All a misunderstanding.
I hope that you won't hold it against the hotel, Master Pike.
But, you just fired me!
We'd like to extend to you a complimentary suite - at least
until you're able to find more suitable accommodations.
What?
A person of your stature is exactly the sort the
White Sands must cultivate.
A very good day to you, Mr. Pike.
Gus, how nice to see you!
Can we do something for you?
I was wondering if you had a shirt cleaner that cleans
stains of a stubborn sort
that don't cost too much.
Don't concern yourself with cost, Your credit is good here.
It is?
You are out of your league, in conflict with your betters -
do tell me where the gems are or I'll break your arm.
You'd need alot sharper teeth than that to frighten me!
She will play you for a fool just like every other man
or boy in long pants who catches her fancy.
Oh, it's a fortune.
The jeweller in Carmody couldn't say exactly
what your jewels are worth.
Silly man just held them in his hand and giggled.
It was ridiculous.
I need them back, Miss King.
Oh no.
They're securely locked up in the Post Office safe, where they
will remain until we can consult a solicitor
and have them properly deposited in an account for you.
But, they were given to me, Miss King.
Oh my so you'd be an idler, would you, Gus Pike?
Well, I'll have you know, a gadabout with money
is a gadabout just the same.
Well Miss King, everyone else is being nice to me,
I don't see why you can't be too.
Because I'm no fair weather friend, Gus Pike, that's why.
Lord, if you can't handle a job pouring coffee,
how on earth are you going to handle a fortune in gems?
No, no, they'll stay in the Post Office safe and that's final!
Go on, cake!
I despair at your cooking abilities, Sara Stanley.
How can I concentrate on reading a recipe properly
when you make me read that magazine aloud all day?
Let's go ask Gus to take us all for a fancy dinner
at the White Sands!
He can afford it!
Gus Pike will soon forget all about his old friends,
now that he's rich, you just see if he doesn't.
Are you mad at poor Gus, Felicity?
She's conceived by jealousy.
She's consumed by jealousy, Felix.
I'm no such thing, Sara Stanley.
I'm just trying to be Gus' friend.
Don't you all see that Gus is in some sort of trouble
and I've no doubt that woman is behind it all.
Oh no!
Digger!
Cecily - What about dinner?
I know - stay here in case Digger comes back.
Which he never does.
Miss Stone?
If that's you, Rutherford, come out and face me!
Digger!
Come to keep me company?
That a boy.
Why does Digger always go straight for Gus at night?
Gus always has lots of fishguts around.
So?
Digger loves to roll in them.
Is it safe?
That Rutherford fella tried to scare me off of helping you.
But I'm ain't afraid of him.
You should be afraid of Rutherford, Gus.
Oh, but I appreciate your help and your trust.
Why, just by the looking a man can see
you are a woman of virtue and kindness.
If she's a woman of virtue then I'm the Queen of Sheba!
He'll rue the day he messes with Gus Pike, I tell ya.
Oh I don't doubt it!
Oh but if you'll just give me the gems, then I can escape
to the mainland tonight.
Oh, they're locked up at the Post Office locked up
in the safe, Miss Stone.
I'll get them for you tomorrow.
The jewels are hers!
Rutherford thwarts me at every turn!
No, no, it's Miss Hetty King that's the thwarter -
I'll do whatever it takes to help you, Miss Stone!
See how noble Gus is?
He's smitten is what he is.
Until tomorrow then.
But, Master Pike, be on your guard.
Tangling with Rutherford might mean you
leaving Avonlea forever?
If I was with you, I wouldn't mind a bit!
The tramp!
Taking advantage of poor Gus like that.
He doesn't seem to be struggling.
He must be breathing through his ears!
I'm going to follow that hussy and demand she let Gus alone.
Felix, you stay with Gus!
All this skull and daggery with no supper...
I'm out of patience, boy.
Out of my way!
Come down off o' there.
Let's go at it, man to man . . .
You're a thick-skulled whelp.
Oh Gus, are you all right?
Digger!
What are you doing here?
Spying on you while Felicity and Sara watch your friend.
I have to go warn Amanda.
But I haven't had any supper tonight.
I promised I'd protect her with my life.
You didn't promise her my life.
Hetty, returning the gems to Gus is the right thing to do.
Two women... a handful of jewels...
in the middle of the night, it's absurd.
How did I let you talk me into this ridiculous gesture?
Hetty, if you treat Gus as a responsible adult
he'll behave responsibly.
Oh, I don't believe he's home.
Well, I suppose we could leave him a note.
"Dear Gus, your treasure is hidden here
beneath the door mat."
Of course, he doesn't even have a doormat.
I know.
We'll just keep them for him over night.
We will?
I shan't sleep a wink!
Oh where is that dratted boy, anyway?
Hetty, you worry too much.
This is Avonlea, not Boston.
Come on.
I'll keep them under my pillow, Olivia.
Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr Methley, the hour being so late...
but I'm afraid I need my key.
We are here only to serve, Miss Stone.
That certain Mr Rutherford was asking
after you earlier this evening.
He...
I told him you'd gone out.
He seemed most anxious to speak with you.
Oh, I don't want to see him, Mr. Methley.
I'm afraid I can't deal with lawyers and bankers now.
Please, you do understand.
I need quiet, time to reflect.
Of course, Miss Stone.
Thank you.
Please reconsider, Felicity.
We don't even know what room she's in.
What are you children doing here?
Mr Methley, I demand to know the room number of the woman
who just came in here.
You demand?
Young lady, do your parents know where you are?
Out!
Go home!
Mr Methley, I'm afraid we must speak to her.
She's...
...in grave and immediate danger.
Write a note and I will deliver it.
Well, we must deliver the message personally.
It will reflect badly on the hotel if she is not warned.
Now you could escort us upstairs.
All right then, in that case, I will accompany you to her room.
Service!
This is Miss Stone's room, number 20.
It sounds very important, Mr. Methley.
If she thinks she can come here and buy the affections
of a poor boy like Gus Pike,
well, a caring friend won't stand for it.
You know, Felicity, you are beginning to sound more
and more like Aunt Hetty.
Miss Stone?
She has to be in there.
We didn't see her leave the hotel.
What are you doing?
Saving Gus from that woman - and from himself.
But we can't just break in . . .
You'd better keep an eye out for Mr. Methley.
I don't know if this is such a good idea.
I know, I'll go speak to Mr. Methley and I'll tell him
that we think Miss Stone has swooned.
Then he'll have to let us in, and then we could...
Mr. Rutherford?
Yes, has the lovely young lady in Room 20 returned?
Yes sir, she's retired for the night.
I wish I could count on that.
Beg pardon sir?
Nothing.
I'll take my key and,
I'll turn in for the evening.
If you leave your boots outside the door, sir, our valet service
will return them to you before breakfast.
Ever since you got rich, things are a lot more exciting.
Shh!
Be quiet, willya Felix?
It's no bother, Mr. Rutherford.
It is to me!
Good night!
Rutherford, you clever snake!
She has all these tools.
English skin creams.
Rouge from Paris.
French perfume...
I'll bet that without all this she's as plain
as a church mouse.
Look at all these keys!
Suspicious don't you think?
Haven't I said as much from the first we saw of her?
Stop right there Robert!
I guess you think you've won.
Save your breath, Amanda, I've become impervious to your wiles.
You don't have the gems?
I'm never going to give up.
And you can't escape.
No matter where you go everytime you turn around
and I'll be there, watching.
You made a big mistake when you took on Robert Rutherford.
Go get Methley!
Leave her be!
I said leave her be I'll have at you again!
What's going on here?
Amanda Stone, I hereby arrest you for the theft
of the Van Dusen jewels -
You can't arrest no one!
Oh, no boy?
I'm with the McGrath Detective Agency of Boston,
hired by the family.
And what's more, you boy, you are under arrest for aiding
and abetting, receiving stolen goods, and interfering
with an officer of the law in the line of his duty.
...so then the bad guy.
Lord Doom...
Goes out for these horse rides when it's a full moon all
dressed in black killing people
on account of a broken heart.
Oh, I know it sounds stupid but that's the story.
Gus, are you listening?
Yeah.
Meanwhile, the good guy - Sir Basil Oxenford...
is digging a hole figuring Lord Doom will walk along fall,
and be captured.
Aunt Hetty: Hurry up now constable,
I am most disappointed, an utterly
ludicrous example of shoddy, irresponsible police work,
Aunt Hetty's come to save us.
Look, Aunt Hetty, I'm arrested.
Get them out of there this instance.
Miss King, they're arrested.
Gus Pike is an accomplice to a world famous jewel thief
and Mr Methley is charging young Felix here with trespassing.
Mr Methley has seen fit to change his mind after
a brief chat with me.
Here read this,
as for Gus Pike, it's obvious he had no idea
those gems were stolen when he accepted them.
Clearly, that Amanda Stone took advantage
of his helpful nature.
That's not true
Quiet now Gus; I'm trying to help you.
I'll never believe Miss Stone to be a criminal.
She's been wronged.
MacGrath man says you're not the first young lad who's
had his head turned by Amanda Stone.
Oh well, I am sure that the Attorney General will be most
interested to know that his constabulary is now taking
direction from the MacGrath Agency of Boston.
The fact is those jewels were unaccounted for.
They were not in Miss Stone's room and they were not in the
Post Office safe this morning.
Well, a proper policeman might have considered asking the Post
Mistress a question or two and so would have discovered
that I have the jewels.
Here.
I tried to return them to Gus last night in fact,
but he was not home your see.
Miss King, those jewels are the rightful property of Miss Stone,
I know that.
Oh, don't be absurd, boy.
Hurry up now constable.
I am most disappointed with you boys.
Ranging heaven-knows-where at all hours of the night,
consorting with ruffians, cavorting around hotels, going
to jail of all things...
Just when I was getting to feel like a real criminal.
Good day to you.
It's written all over her face - Amanda Stone's soul
is black with crime.
Sara even saw her burglar tools.
Gus, why don't you come and join us for dinner?
I just feel like being alone for now.
I never heard of anything so ridiculous!
You're going to moon over this strange woman
when your friends are.....
You see that, boy?
Nothing quite like honed steel is there?
What do you want?
I have Amanda.
If you do not bring me the gems I will kill her.
I'll bring the body back here and I'll make it seem as though
you did it and, by God,
I guarantee that you will hang for it.
Amanda for the gems.
Tonight, at the old cemetery, after dark.
Do you understand?
He said that if I didn't give him the gems tonight,
he'd kill Amanda.
I don't think police are supposed to do that
Are they?
Even detectives.
Then he said he'd make it look like I did it.
Do you think Amanda's innocent?
I don't think so.
We should tell Aunt Hetty.
No I can't do that now.
It's too complicated.
And dangerous.
I have to help Amanda myself.
I can't let Rutherford hurt her.
Gus!
You can't give him that!
It's all I have.
It'll have to be enough.
I know, we use mother's jewellery to save Amanda.
Felix...
Felicity, you don't want the blood of that poor woman
on your hands, do you?
What about these?
That's just the ticket, Felicity.
Now you're getting into the spirit of things Felicity.
What's happening?
Lord Doom has set a price of a thousand pounds on poor Sir Basil's head
Is that in the recipe section?
Olivia!
Why I am reading this rubbish merely as ammunition in order
to write a letter of protest to the editor you see.
Nut?
Mother's going to kill me.
I've noticed that everytime we try to help someone,
we end up in trouble.
Gus.
Who's there?
Felicity King and Sara Stanley.
Do you have them?
Thank you.
Do you really think this is going to work?
It could be days before Rutherford finds out
they're not the real gems.
You shouldn't do this alone, Gus.
You need friends to help you.
Too dangerous....
And what if she asks you to go with her?
What?
She won't stay in Avonlea.
She'll want to leave.
Maybe she'll want you to go with her.
Will you?
I don't know.
Would it matter to you?
Not in the least, Gus Pike.
What you do with your life is your own business.
But I'll tell you one thing, as a friend who has some concern
for your well-being: that Amanda Stone woman is nothing
but trouble head to toe.
You two...
Felicity, this is not a footrace!
If you like him, why don't you just tell him.
If I like who?
Gus.
Don't be ridiculous.
Well, he likes you.
Really?
I intend to set my sites higher than a dirt-covered boy
who lives in an old lighthouse.
Felicity King!
What a terrible thing to say.
You can't possibly mean that.
I'll thank you to mind your own business.
You think you are the big authority on romance in Avonlea
well you don't know everything.
I know what I see.
What is this, charcoal?
If only we knew the plan.
We know enough, I think.
We'll take Digger.
Yes.
He hates that detective.
- Cecily? - I know, stay here.
And if we're not back by midnight, you go and get help.
Come on, Felix!
Hurry!
I haven't finished eating my....
all right, let's go.
He looks cold.
Have you got what I want, boy?
Where's Miss Stone?
I'm all right, Gus.
Throw the gems this way, boy.
Not until I see Miss Stone.
Here she is.
Where's my property.
Miss Stone, are you all right?
Oh, do as he says, Gus, he's a monster.
Throw the gems here boy, or by God I'll bash you
against these stones!
Well, Robert?
Yes...this is it.
I told you it had to be the boy.
Who else could it be?
There's a good lad!
Miss Stone, what's going on?
I knew it!
I tried to tell everyone but no one listened to me.
Let's go, Amanda.
Mr Rutherford and I were partners.
We had a falling out, harsh words were spoken -
Yes, it was a double-cross,
which she now regrets, don't you, my sweet?
Yes, of course Robert.
He's as tenacious as a bloodhound.
I suspect he's in love with me.
Ouch!
Let go!
Oh!
Let her go, boy.
He'll hurt you.
I won't be able to stop him.
By god I'm sick and tired of you.
I'm going to thrash your -
Just like Sir Basil caught
evil Lord Doom in "Death Rides By Night"!
Hey, I told Gus about that!
Took me the all afternoon to dig that hole and the muck out.
My back's near broke.
I owe you a great debt, once again Gus.
He took me captive and he told me he was going to kill you!
I couldn't bear the thought of that so -
Was he holding you captive
when you helped him tear apart my home today?
Oh, he took me there by force!
And who was it who told him
about the Captain's secret hiding place?
I wasn't about to believe her again.
That'd make me stupid.
I guess I owe you all an apology.
Especially you, Felicity.
You knew from the beginning.
Everyone knows I'm a shrewd judge of character, Gus.
I was telling Sara that despite your lack of prospects,
your inner strength would see you through, didn't I Sara?
Yes, Felicity.
And I want you all to know I appreciate it.
I'll never again lose sight of my true friends
just because of a pretty face.
Hey!
These aren't the real gems.
Where are they you bloody fool.
Safe, in the Markdale Constable's safe.
Gus!
Look out!
Robert!
Robert - aren't you forgetting something?
Give me one good reason why I should bother with you?
The Markdale constable's safe.
Should be an easy job - for the two of us.
I woke up and the gems were gone.
I should have told the truth about those gems
from the first place.
Careful there!
Well, I'll tell you one thing, if mother and father
ever find out, they'll never leave Avonlea again.
I suppose they'll be far away by now.
And good riddance to them.
Sorry I got you into this mess.
I'm just sorry that Miss Stone escaped punishment.
Well, the constable will be after them now.
But what I want to know is what happened after Lord Doom
after he fell into the pit.
When the villagers looked down at the Count's crumpled body,
his black clothing stained by scarlet blood in the torchlight,
they could see the fire in his eyes was not dampened.
And that fire was the fire of madness; the fire that had sent
him out in the night on his bloody rampages, to ride his
black horse in search of victims was jealousy
for the love of a pure maiden he could not obtain.
Oh, no!
Not again.
You'll never escape Amanda Stone,
I'll chase you to the ends of the earth!