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FELIX: How am I supposed to write about what I'll be doing
for the next ten years.
GUS: Life in 1918. That's a long time.
FELICITY: I'll have my teaching certificate, no doubt;
and be happily married - with two children,
none of whom will bear any resemblance to Felix, mind you.
FELIX: Some future.
GUS: What about you Sara?
What'll you do?
SARA: Oh...I don't really know.
FELIX: You certainly don't have to worry.
You'll be rich one day when you inherit your father's fortune.
You won't have to do anything.
FELICITY: Why Sara will have plenty to do -
teas, with celebrities,
state dinners, travel to exotic places, shopping...
FELIX: If I were rich, I'd do nothing.
FELICITY: But you're not.
FELIX: And father won't let me do nothing.
GUS: Idle hands makes for idle wit.
Felix is proof of that.
Certainly, I don't intend to be idle.
What do you intend to do anyway?
You could support me in my...profession.
What profession?
To become rich.
SARA: Oh, Aunt Hetty, if this is going to be my future
it's going to be dreadfully dull.
Well, by the time you come into your inheritance at age 21...
well by then you'll be fully prepared to comprehend
the many investments which have been and will continue
to be made on your behalf.
So with good planning and attention to detail
well, you'll be rewarded with the kind of life
that most people only dream about.
Oh come, come now Sara.
These decisions affecting the next quarter
have to be made right away so that we can send our response
to Montreal by cablegram.
Now, where...where'd I put that circular
about the American oil company...
Oh...
here's something yes.
[bell rings]
Jonathan!
A Constable watercolour.
What?
I simply don't know where you disappear to
sometimes, Jonathan.
You wander off at the most critical moments.
Yes, Aunt Edith.
I try my best, and you try my patience.
That painting should be moved away from the radiator.
It will be damaged by the heat.
Sir?
That painting.
Damaged by heat.
Thank you. I'll inform the manager.
There will be no gallivanting here.
The future of the Blackwell fortune - your fortune,
Jonathan is at stake.
This venture into an electric company
is a new departure for us.
Property - shipping - now those are all solid investments.
But, power, I ask you.
A commodity you can't even see?
However, now that you've dragged me here,
I expect you to attend to the business at hand.
And forget all this nonsense about antiquities.
Come along.
Gentlemen,
I wish to introduce you to my nephew,
Jonathan Ravenhurst Blackwell.
Sara what's wrong?
You seem somewhat downtrodden today.
I don't know.
It's just she's got my whole life planned out for me -
it's really appalling;
I can't even repeat it to you.
With your inheritance you should just leave Avonlea
and travel wherever you like.
You make it all sound so glamourous and easy.
I hardly think it'll ever be that way though.
I'm tied to Aunt Hetty...
she is trying to do the right thing.
[dog barks] Felix - feed this animal.
Felix, it's those who do the work that reap the rewards.
That's why I have other ways of earning money.
I'm taking things in this town that I can find
that no one else needs to a junk dealer.
I suppose one man's rubbish is another's treasure.
I am not going to let this bother me.
And it's very important that I decide on a career.
If my father's advisors have their way,
I'll end up in a finishing school in Switzerland,
drowning in reports from trustees and lawyers.
I know what I'd do with all that money.
Spend it on meaningless items
and ridiculous schemes.
Sara why don't you make a list
of all the things you like to do
and something will come clear to you out of it.
Yes. For example,
think of some activities that you could
for a long period of time
without them feeling like a punishment?
Thank you, Aunt Janet.
You know Felicity, I think that is a splendid idea.
Please, Aunt Olivia?
I've made a list of my options, things I really enjoy doing,
and writing came out right on top.
Maybe it's hereditary.
Sara - I don't own the paper.
I just can't hire you like that.
I have to prove to Aunt Hetty that I can actually
achieve something if she'll just take my ideas seriously.
Yes.
Well you'd have to prove to Mr. Tyler that you can write
if you wanted to work here.
Honestly Sara no one says that you have to do
everything Aunt Hetty tells you.
Look, if...if they don't like the story I write,
they don't have to print it
and it doesn't have to be that big an article.
Look I know so much about objets d'art and antiques -
I own many of them myself.
Aunt Olivia I'm the perfect person to write this story.
How am I ever supposed to find my place in the future
if no one will let me explore the possibilities?
Sara! All right.
You can cover the antique show with me.
But I am not making any promises alright.
We'll just have to sit down and discuss it with Mr. Tyler
when he comes back in a few days.
Thank you, Aunt Olivia.
Your bag sir.
Thank you.
I also had a carpet bag sir.
Oh dear, sir.
Possibly fell off 'tween here and the station.
I'll go back look along the road and take a look for it.
You're staying at the White Sands.
Yes sir.
I'll find it.
Very good, I'm much obliged.
Ah, good dog.
C'mere Digger.
No, no.
No harm done, young lady.
Well I'm sorry to disturb you.
Who are you?
Oh - where are my manners...
Gerald MacDougall Young.
Antiques and objets d'art.
Oh Mr. Young we've been anticipating your arrival.
Yes.
I'm Olivia Dale of the Avonlea Chronicle.
How do you do?
I was hoping that we could arrange an interview with you.
We thought it would be fine publicity
for your upcoming valuation.
Thank you, no.
Publicity is something I do not seek.
But if you could impart directions
to the White Sands Hotel, Mr...
Pike. Gus Pike.
And your charming companions.
Oh, Felicity King.
Mr. Young, I'm Sara Stanley.
I'm Mrs. Dale's assistant.
I was also planning on covering the valuation.
If you could grant me one small interview
just so that I could let people know
about all alluring treasures found
lurking in the cellars of Avonlea?
It wouldn't have to be so much publicity,
as an informative feature for our community.
I would rather we wait and discuss the proposed article
until after I'm settled.
Oh look, I'm on my way to the hotel.
And I'm sure to be late if I don't hurry.
So why don't I take you there.
That would be very good.
Let's it's half past twelve.
I'll join you, if you don't mind.
Ladies pleased to make your acquaintance.
And Miss Stanley we'll meet again
after my work here is completed.
Lead on Gus Pike.
I'll get it.
Thank you.
So should we look for your other bag then.
No, let the coach operator do that.
There's nothing of any value in any case.
I wonder would it be possible for an introduction
to Miss Stanley's parents.
Those pearl earrings she was wearing were quite rare...
Sara's got no parents.
She lives with her aunt, Miss Hetty King,
a parable of manners and civility.
Her other aunt, Olivia Dale, is the one who introduced herself
as working at the Chronicle.
And I gather from her dress and her jewellery that Miss Stanley
is not a native of the vicinity.
Oh no. She's from Montreal.
Montreal, eh?
Stanley?
Not Mr. Blair Stanley.
Stanley Imports and Trading Co.?
Sara's father passed away two years ago.
Left Sara the entire fortune.
[clears throat]
Is there anything amiss, sir?
Oh not at all.
Not at all, sir.
Exquisite.
Absolutely exquisite.
France.
18th century ormalu clock,
signed by J. Link.
And that magnificent piece of furniture,
Empire mahogany and tulipwood escritoire.
It's lovely.
Thank you.
I know sir.
And this is a very handsome work indeed.
Aye. It should be.
Brought from my ancestral manor in Scotland.
It's Italian. It's Tiepolo.
It's a fake.
A what?
That quality of cadmium yellow -
not used until the 18th century.
But a very fine forgery in every other respect.
GUS: Now don't that beat all.
Well, oh Mr. Young, of course.
Please excuse my lack of diplomacy.
We were expecting you.
Quite.
That work will still fetch a very pretty penny, mind you.
Oh.
Suite number 9, Mr. Young.
Mr. Pike, see the young gentleman to his room.
Right away, sir.
Let me catch that for you.
Thank you.
Right up this way.
GERALD: Perhaps you'd like
to work for me while I'm staying here, Gus Pike,
make some extra pocket money.
[sigh]
Excuse me!
GERALD: I need someone to keep a record of all the items sold
and given for restoration at this valuation.
I'll make it worth your while, Gus Pike.
You can count on me, Gerald.
Good.
These will be very exciting moments.
Watching and waiting for those truly magical items.
Sounds pretty dull to me -
going around looking at everybody's old pots and pans.
No, no you see that's what makes it so exciting.
It's a treasure hunt.
Families collect and save all manner of knicks and knacks -
but among them are a priceless few
created with love, objects.. oh of true beauty...
a treasure hunt to be conducted
with great discretion and away from prying eyes...
thank you very much ladies from the Chronicle.
You mean to say that in my very house,
even the junk in my own room could be worth a fortune?
Quite possibly.
Now if you'll excuse me.
Sorry.
Think I'll go home and do a bit more good scrounging.
Well Sara that was a good start.
GUS: Next, Mr. Bert Potts, and a pair of andirons.
These andirons are really superb, Mr. Potts.
Made in a forge by a local craftsman, were they?
No.
They were made by the blacksmith.
A craftsman.
A man who loves iron.
Oh yes, people will pay a respectable sum for these...
in fifty or one hundred years.
I'm truly sorry.
Long time to wait, I'd say.
Next, Mrs. Eulalie Bugle
and a pair of silver candlesticks.
Eu- lay -lie Bugle.
Paul Revere. Boston. 1768.
Hmmmm.
No no no no.
You put these down
I didn't bring them here for you
to paw over them, Gus Pike.
A hallmark appears to be here.
But...
But?
If you'll allow me, Mrs. Bugle.
I'd like to clean these up and study them at greater length.
Would that be all right with you?
I suppose so.
If they truly are by the renowned silversmith
Paul Revere...
What do you mean, if.
My family had to flee the American Revolution
with only the clothes on their backs
and these priceless treasures.
I concur madam.
The beauty and the design alone is beyond value.
Just how much beyond value?
For coin silver of this vintage?
I would say approximately, one thousand dollars.
You'll give me a receipt, of course.
Of course.
You may return tomorrow, Mrs. Bugle
for my full appraisal.
Well, ladies and gentlemen -
that concludes my time here today.
Gus Pike will be good enough to catalogue all of your property.
This evening I shall spend evaluating each lot
and you may return tomorrow for my full appraisal
and notes on items I wish to purchase.
Good day. Thank you.
Mr. Young.
Mr. Young, I'm very sorry to disturb you.
I'm sorry to disturb you, Miss Stanley.
People say they find you so very entertaining
and very informative, too.
You seem to know volumes about so many things.
However did you come to know so much
about the world and antiques?
Why thank you.
Study and observation.
Surely antiques is a rather lonely life, Mr. Young.
You're confined in a old shop full of dusty antique things.
Oh, no, no.
To the contrary, Mrs. Dale.
It is my passion.
Antiques are an exciting adventure.
See here, I once found a map to buried treasure
on the Galapagos,
it was hidden in a secret drawer of a Japanese chest.
Almost cost me my life at the hands of cutthroat pirates
who were after it.
But a king's ransom was ultimately retrieved.
Mr. Young, I'd very much like to arrange
that interview we spoke of.
I'm sorry but I really don't enjoy speaking with the press,
but you have been so charmingly persistent.
Perhaps you and Mrs. Dale would care to have dinner with me
here at the hotel tonight?
Oh that's very kind. We'd love to.
Good. Shall we say 6, then?
-Six would be fine. -Six it shall be.
Bye, bye.
I'll be back momentarily.
Be a good fellow and tidy up some of the better pieces.
Oh sure thing.
[snap]
Oh, no.
Mrs. Bugle's gonna have my hide.
LADY BLACKWELL: You said there's a hotel
near this town of Avonlea, driver,
I'd like to investigate whether or not my nephew may be there.
You there. My man...
Me, madam?
To whom else would I be talking?
How may I help you?
It remains to be seen whether you can be
of any help whatsoever, sir.
I have travelled across this god-forsaken island
looking for my nephew.
This seems to be the sort of semi-reputable
halfway establishment that he might frequent.
You think he is a guest at the hotel, madam?
That is what I wish to discover.
The name is Blackwell.
Jonathan Ravenhurst Blackwell.
I'm afraid, madam, there is nobody by that name
in our registry book.
Are you absolutely certain?
May I help you, ladies?
Oh yes, we're to meet - Mr. Gerald Young for dinner.
We're conducting an interview.
Of course.
You may wait here - or perhaps you would
prefer the dining room?
Hello, Sara, Aunt Olivia!
Excuse me, Mr. Tremayne.
Is Mr. Young in?
I've got some wonderful things, I mean antiques
that he should really take a look at.
I don't approve of staff, Master King,
hobnobbing with guests.
But look!
Where did you find that bag?
Ah, I don't exactly remember.
I've been everywhere.
It could have been the old Ancaster barn, or at...
or maybe along side of the road...
like it had been thrown into a ditch.
Felix, what have you been doing?
Looking for objets d'art, buried treasure?
See here - J.R.B.
Jonathan Ravenhurst Blackwell and these are his clothes.
Where is my nephew?
I pray he hasn't met with foul play.
You will show me the exact location on the road, boy.
I intend to contact the police.
I intend to stay here and get some answers.
Felix, gather up all these things right away.
Let me show you madam what I may be able
to offer you for accommodation.
MAN: We want to see him...
I want to speak to that so-called antique dealer.
Mr. Young is in suite number 9.
Mr. TREMAYNE: Felix King, mind your business.
Now, please Mrs. Bugle... everyone, just a moment...
[indistinct chatter]
Please!
Allow me!
[ringing bell]
So, where is he, Gus Pike?
I just tried to check the company listed on his card.
Why, the telephone number doesn't even exist...
He's a fraud!
He told me he was only going out for a few moments.
He must still be in the hotel somewhere.
Made off with my silver, no doubt.
Oh, I don't think he'd something like that, Mrs. Bugle.
They must be in here somewhere.
Just what do you know about this, Gus Pike?
Me? Nothing...nothing.
What would I know about silver?
Took off for a moment! Hah!
My precious thousand dollar candlesticks have been pilfered.
I'll be back.
With the constable.
Outta my way.
I intend to offer a substantial reward for any information
concerning my nephew, Constable.
Make use of your entire force.
Scour the countryside for him.
Well, let me review the facts.
Where did you lose him, Lady Blackwell?
We were in Charlottetown for a meeting
regarding a local business enterprise.
He was there one minute and gone the next.
He does that with some frequency.
But this occasion, he did not reappear.
How could you allow such charlatans to set up here,
Mr. Tremayne.
Antique dealer, indeed.
He's gone without paying his bill, hasn't he?
Told you so.
If you'll allow me to finish searching the entire premises,
Mrs. Bugle - maybe I can turn up your candlesticks.
What's that antique fella's name? Young?
That's him.
Disappeared into the night like a thief.
Took the only thing of value.
My Paul Revere candlesticks.
-Oh, dear. -What's that?
Those aren't mine. He's stolen mine.
What's this then?
Give it to me.
It's Jonathan's shoe -
see his initials and the shoemaker's name.
Well, it all falls into place, doesn't it?
It is possible that this personage -
Mr. Gerald Young's done away with your nephew, ma'am.
I refuse to believe that without further evidence.
What about the vast fortune I lost to that swindler.
Constable I know my nephew has disappeared
but the question is where.
We must organize a search party, immediately.
No stone must be left unturned.
Come along, Mrs. Bugle.
Leave this matter with the law.
Can you shed any light on these proceedings, Mr. Tremayne?
Me?
Well... truth be told -
I saw Gus Pike with that very silver,
Mrs. Bugle.
And it seemed to me that he was very friendly
with the antique dealer.
I shall simply have a word with him...
Not as friendly as Mr. Young was
with Sara Stanley and Olivia Dale, so I hear tell.
Are they related to that King boy
who showed us the spot on the road?
Felix King...uh...yes.
And an employee of this hotel.
[sigh]
FELIX: Who would've thought antiques could be so exciting.
And now she thinks this Blackwell was murdered.
That Gerald Young was definitely up to something.
I thought for certain he was legitimate.
Mr. Young is a professional.
And so am I.
There must be some explanation.
And no one even seemed to care that you took that bag.
I'd thought they'd want to keep it for evidence.
Well, I guess I'm no more of a professional reporter
than you are, Sara.
What a wild goose chase.
Doesn't everyone want to hear about the murder?
FELICITY: Not unless it's your own.
Are mother and father asleep?
Of course.
Where have you been all evening?
Looking for Gerald Young who's disappeared.
And now there's talk of a missing person.
He couldn't have just disappeared.
He didn't even have the manners to leave a note at the desk.
He never paid his bill.
He just completely vanished.
Well, never mind.
It seems as though you've stumbled onto a delicious story.
That's true Sara.
Mr. Tyler'd be awfully impressed if you could make
a good piece out of this.
Something critical might link these two figures together.
As reporters, we have to figure out, what it is.
I'm staying up.
Why don't you help me with my quilting and you can tell me
all about it.
OLIVIA: Oh no Felicity I've got to leave.
Jasper will be fit to be tied.
I've left him alone all afternoon
and evening with that baby.
I'll just say goodnight.
Sara.
Goodnight, Aunt Olivia.
SARA: I'll admit it to you Felicity.
I found Gerald Young very intriguing...
very bookish but very masculine.
But why was he just passing through.
And he didn't actually steal anything.
Why would he invite us to dinner and then not show up?
And this whole disappearance of the Blackwell heir...
Felix calls it foul play.
Don't be ridiculous Sara.
Felix has never been right about anything
for as long as I've known him.
He just likes the idea of murder and intrigue
because he reads so many potboilers.
[muttering] Just like a thief in the night.
Felicity!
In here!
Felicity!
Mr. Young, what are you doing here?
I caught him sneaking away from here.
It's the murderer!
Don't you move a muscle, Mr. Gerald Young.
If you'll agree to hear me out I promise...
Why should we listen to you, huh?
Yeah.
What were you doing with the shoes
of the missing Jonathan Blackwell?
When did you last see the last heir?
And what would you...
[knocking]
Keep an eye on this one.
Please Sara.
I'm really not such a bad sort.
I just came back for my things.
FELIX: Mr Tremayne and Mrs. Bugle! We're surrounded!
-Why then... -I think we should all hide.
Somebody better do something quick.
FELICITY: Why don't you just let them in?
Please, Sara I am asking you to believe in me.
We're surrounded!
Please help me. I beg you.
Mrs. BUGLE: What do you think you're up to, Gus Pike?
Come along then.
Sara! What are you doing?
Just pretend you don't know anything.
He isn't here.
Felix, answer the back door.
-Hello. -There he is!
I'm terribly sorry to disturb the King household
at this hour...
Just what did you think you were up to, Gus Pike?
And where are your parents?
If you will excuse me, young lady...
These are not my candlesticks, Gus Pike.
The disappearance of the Blackwell heir, takes precedence
over the disappearance of your so called heirlooms.
Need we delay any longer constable?
Arrest this young man!
What on earth is going on?
What are all you people doing here?
LADY BLACKWELL: Will you young rag-a-muffins
kindly tell me all...
Gerald Young you swear to me.
You haven't done anything underhanded
to Lady Blackwell's nephew.
I swear to you that Jonathan Ravenhurst Blackwell
is alive and well -
but I am sworn to secrecy as to his present whereabouts.
Trust me - all will be revealed in due course.
Please tell me the whole story - exclusively?
Yes.
If you let me go free,
I'll meet you at the train station tomorrow at noon.
I'll confide everything I know to you then.
All right. Here.
I want Gus Pike questioned in the disappearance of my silver.
And, I want him questioned
in the disappearance of my nephew.
Gus Pike.
You're under arrest as an accomplice in the disappearance
of one Gerald Young and two, Jonathan Ravenhurst Blackwell.
Stop! Stop!
What is this.
You must let me go free before I can give you the story.
You have caused everyone a great deal of anxiety,
Gerald Young, or should I say Jonathan Blackwell.
Please - if my aunt ever finds out about this,
I would be forever under her scrutiny.
She's been like a mother to me and I love her dearly.
And she's devoted herself to my well being
and to the preservation of my estate...
but my poor Aunt Edith
has absolutely no passion for the things that excite me.
What do you do with it all - you just purchase antiques?
Oh, Sara you don't comprehend.
I give them life.
What do you mean?
I can't put paint to canvas or even pen to paper
but I can make it all happen with...my inheritance.
So you mean that the wealthy must support
the work of the artists.
Yes.
And that's why I love things and the people who made them.
Sara...
you too were born to a life of privilege
I knew it from the moment I met you.
But without people like you and I
just quite possibly
there might not be a Michealanglo,
a Di Vinci.
I never really thought of an inheritance
in quite that way before.
Yes, it's an obligation.
It's a duty.
And so as Gerald Young you pursue what you love
and as Jonathan Ravenhurst Blackwell you do what you must.
Precisely.
Your secret is safe with me Jonathan
but you must try to be less conspicuous.
[horse whinnies]
Oh no.
Well the world of antiques
is a world fraught with mystery and adventure.
My Lady.
Thank you.
It's not possible.
This is despicable.
Who committed this insolence?
For Jonathan's release - $5000.
He's been abducted.
I want to know purportrated this outrage
and why you allowed the culprit to slip through your fingers.
I found this in Lady Blackwell's mail slot sir,
and took it upon myself to deliver it.
Calm yourself my lady.
We will call the constable again and meet him
in Mr. Gerald Young's room - there must be something
we have all overlooked.
Don't worry, madam.
I have an idea your nephew will be restored to you.
I certainly hope so...
otherwise I shall have this entire establishment
torn apart board by board, if needs be!
And who are you, sir?
Ah-hah.
Of all the impertinence.
You are the aunt of the unfortunate young man
who has disappeared.
Yes...but how do you...
You wear an antique pin,
with the letters E B inscripted in diamonds,
proclaiming you are a relation to the Blackwell family.
Yes, that is so.
Furthermore, I can see that you have been
preoccupied for days in your search for your nephew.
Your shoes, madam, betray some days' wear, with several nicks
upon the heels and toes, which tells me that you have
been travelling in great haste.
Your attire, hmmmm,
Barrett's of Knightsbridge,
shows some signs of travel in an open air carriage -
stains upon your right arm and the hem of your dress.
Young man, who are you?
Doyle E. Reichenbach -
private investigator,
with the firm of Plimpton & Plimpton
on the trail of one Gerald MacDougall Young -
and I believe you young lady have had the misfortune
of his acquaintance.
And you, madam, have received word
from that nefarious villain.
That note you clutch to your heart, your pained expression.
Ah - Mr. Reichenbach,
you are the only one who can truly help me.
Yes.
A ransom note!
How outrageous.
Indubitably.
Lady Blackwell,
you shall comply with the ransom demands.
Five thousand dollars?!
Mind your own business.
Mr. Reichenbach.
If you can truly discover the whereabouts of my nephew
and apprehend the culprit,
I shall draw a cashier's cheque for that amount.
Very good madam.
But how do you think you'll accomplish this?
I hold in my hand... the clue.
And we shall follow this clue, while it is still hot.
Sara.
Constable you may release the unfortunate Gus Pike .
-Oh, yes... -But, he is...
On what grounds?
Mrs. Bugle's evidence alone is enough to...
He is yet another innocent dupe...
That's Gus all right.
The lad may return to his job.
See here Constable, I shall prove it to you,
within the hour.
Upstairs on the floor there is residue of silver plating
and plaster of paris.
The pieces of plating
are in the style of Paul Revere,
prior to the Revolutionary War.
The Bugle candlesticks.
I would hazard to say the original Revere's
were sold by the family,
probably making a hasty retreat
following the British defeat.
I could have told that, that harridan, Mrs. Bugle.
Silver, indeed.
Never fear, madam.
I shall have your nephew safely returned
within the hour.
Come, Stanley, the game is afoot.
Sara Stanley, what is going on here?
Sara, personally, I think you're keeping things secret
is absolutely outrageous.
Stanley...
I just love all this murdering and mysterious mayhem.
Well what do you think this inspector will find?
Maybe the body's stuffed in a trunk.
Honestly, Felix, you're acting like a morbid fool.
But I really think you and Sara owe Gus an apology
for dragging him into all of this.
What if they don't find anything?
You'll get the blame.
Oh calm down, Felicity.
Has anyone fed Digger?
Who's had time.
I dragged myself into this, Felicity.
Besides a night in jail is good for what ails you.
I'm only worried no one's convinced Mrs. Bugle.
Hello everybody.
Sara!
Gerald Young, what are you doing here?
This is Jonathan Ravenhurst Blackwell...
ALL: What?
And Gerald Young and Doyle E. Reichenbach.
Mrs. King, Mrs. Dale,
I'm afraid I owe your family a grave apology.
I've caused a great deal of trouble,
especially for you Mr. Gus Pike.
I definitely will never lay my hand on another antique
as long as I live.
Mrs. Bugle still wants my head
on a silver platter.
And she's just the sort of battleaxe who'll get it too.
Yes well.
You may give her this
with compliments from Mr. Gerald Young.
This ought to ease Mrs. Bugle's vengeful nature.
Gee, Gerald...
Um, Mr. Young do you think we could still get
that interview with you.
Miss Stanley has all the details.
I'm sure she'll write the story the public wants to hear.
And Felix King...
Aw, no need to reward me Gerald...
That dish in you hold in your hand -
worth a king's ransom,
in case you didn't realize.
The dog's dish?
Sevres porcelain from France,
late 18th century.
Now you might want to submit it
to an independent auctioneer
for his appraisal.
Who exactly are you?
Felix, give it to me. You can't be trusted with it.
I had it first Felicity.
-Felix. -Give it back.
Felix give me the dish.
Children!
Like you said Gerald -
the world of antiques is full of greed and tragedy.
Indeed.
[clock chimes]
Aunt Edith!
You naughty, naughty boy, Jonathan.
You gave me such a fright.
You'll put me in an early grave.
I am heartily sorry, Aunt.
I'm beginning to suspect you're trying to get rid of me.
How can you say that Aunt Edith?
I adore you.
But where is the redoubtable Doyle E. Reichenbacher.
Why he has disappeared
on the trail
of that insidious criminal, Gerald MacDougall Young.
And in gratitude for all he undertook on my behalf,
I rewarded him with the ransom money.
Innocent as doves, cunning as serpents.
Well have it your way.
And what young lady has my nephew been telling you
for your gossip column?
Why nothing of any importance.
I quite agree with you.
Come Jonathan.
Yes Aunt Edith.
Local constabulary believe that Mr. Blackwell's captor,
Mr. Gerald Young, has long since left Avonlea
and P.E. Island for exotic parts unknown.
Special investigator Mr. Doyle Reichenbach remains devoted
to the pursuit and arrest of this known criminal.
Mrs. Eulalie Bugle has been mysteriously compensated
for the loss of her family heirloom
in the amount of $1000.
It's a wonderful, Sara.
It's much better than my dreary composition.
Mr. Tyler is practically ready to offer her a position.
Thank you, Aunt Olivia.
It is good.
You know I think that authorship must run in the family.
But then our Sara is obliged and destined
to lend her attentions to more important matters.
Perhaps.
But I have decided you were right, Aunt Hetty.
I should take a closer interest in all these...
these business matters.
Besides, my inheritance represents
a great responsibility and obligation to the future.
[knocking]
Mr. Blackwell... do come in.
Ah no, no, no, no.
I can't Miss Stanley.
I'm afraid I can't tarry in Avonlea much longer.
My aunt plans to incarcerate me at Oxford.
Just imagine, all the treasures of the realm
and continent at my fingertips.
Well...
I think Jonathan should keep a very close eye
on Mr. Gerald Young.
Jonathan! Come along.
We'll miss the train
and I won't have you disappearing again.
Don't excite yourself, Aunt Edith.
However, Gerald MacDougall Young
might just well return.
He owes you dinner.
I am much obliged.
And I to you.
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