Candleshoe Page #2

Play her the tune, Clara.

Hear them?

What is it?

That part is your passport to

Candleshoe.

Kidneys and liver, you can't

eat them.

You also do not like spinach, cabbage

and boiled fish.

Who does?

You do like bananas, short bread and

rice pudding.

Rice pudding?

You adore it.

And you can't eat strawberries.

They bring you out in a rash.

Check.

Dear Lady St. Edmund,

I'm writing to you on a personal

and confidential matter.

Recently, I was in the city of

Los Angeles.

You had two stuffed animals.

And you call them Teddy and

Piggy Wig.

I think I am going to throw up.

Teddy and Piggy Wig!

Teddy and Piggy Wig!

And your mother's favourite scent

was lilac.

I shall await your reply.

Respectfully Yours.

Harold W. Bundage

Esquire.

Dear Lady St. Edmund,

Dear Mr. Bundage,

I am writing to you. You are not

the first person who claimed

to have discovered my granddaughter.

And I daresay you will not be the last.

However, if you care to bring the

child to Candleshoe next Tuesday,

I'm perfectly willing

to meet her.

The dame seems to be eager. Just

let it drop out all the things you

remember.

Feel you've seen the old lady before with

all that seems familiar, and then hint the secret

hiding place.

All right, Harry.

Now as soon as you settled in, you

start looking for the second clue

straight off.

And do you remember the first one?

Yeah.

For the sunrise student there is

treasure among the books.

Don't you memorise it?

For the sunrise student there is treasure

among the books, Okay?

Now what I figure is that the second

clue should be somewhere in the library

Yeah. Where in the library?

You stupid little nit, if I knew where,

I wouldn't be sending you

look for it, Would I?

You just have to go through every

book to find it.

Oh, me?

There it is, Candleshoe.

What a shack!

Remember, you like banana, short bread

and rice pudding.

And I hate liver, spinach,and boiled fish,

relax, Harry.

Right.

Right.

Harry, Harold W. Bundage to see

the lady St. Edmund by appointment,

Yes, ladyship is expecting you,

sir.

Your hat, sir.

If you wait here for a moment,

I'll tell her ladyship you've arrived.

Ah, there he is.

Captain Joshua St. Edmund himself.

What if he was clever with his gold

and his clues?

But he didn't know he was coming up

against Harry Bundage.

We'll see who comes out on top,

you know me.

You step this way,

her ladyship will see you now.

Be careful for your step, sir.

Four hundred years polishing, it is

a trifling slippery.

You ought to have a warning.

Yes, sir. Thank you, it will

be suggested to her ladyship.

Mr. Bundage, my lady.

How do you do Mr. Bundage?

Charmed, I'm sure.

This is Miss Brown, Miss

Casey Brown.

Hi.

How do you do?

Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

Thank you, indeed.

Vow, what did you get out here?

How many rooms?

I haven't counted them.

Would you serve the tea, please,

Priory?

Tea, Mr. Bundage?

Oh, yes, please.

How do you like it?

Milk, please, and two teeny meeny lumps.

Two teeny meeny lumps.

Miss Brown?

Oh, you got a cherry cola?

I'm afraid not, my lady.

A glass of lemonade, perhaps.

Eh, right, lemonade would be fine.

Now, then, Mr. Bundage?

Ah, well, my lady, I'm a private

investigator. I was engaged to a case of

fifteen year old girl who ran away

from her aptolis angelis. And quite by

chance I came across

a dossier of this little girl. She has a

scar on her forehead and another on

her shoulder.

I understand your little granddaughter

injured her head when she fell off a pony

and tore her shoulder one some

barbed wire.

Thanks.

So you brought her to me. I wonder

why? There is no reward, you know.

It would be sufficient reward for me

your ladyship to know that I restored

your long lost daughter to you.

Yes, now, child,

let me look at you.

Your spectacles, my lady.

Oh, thank you, Priory.

I've, what is called, "failing eyesight".

Is there something wrong?

No, no, everything is fine.

Do you get some strawberries, Miss?

Yeah, I love them. But I can't eat them.

I break out the hides all over the place.

I always have.

I will have one of those cookies, though.

A piece of short bread perhaps?

Oh, that's what it is.

Well, I've never had any,

but I'll try anything once, right?

Mr. Bundage said that you were four

years old when you were found.

Do you remember your parents?

No.

That stuff is not bad.

What is that, Priory?

Oh, I beg your pardon, my lady. I thought

perhaps Miss Brown cannot eat strawberry,

she might care for per condie

That looks like rice pudding.

Sanrm, yle.

What do you know? I'm crazy about this

stuff.

Even at home I couldn't get enough of it,

all the other kids used to hate it.

Have you got a spoon?

Yes, of course, Miss.

Priory, I think, we could do with some

hot water.

Very good, my lady.

Excuse me for a moment.

Priory!

Yes, my lady.

Ah.

Eat it.

I can't, I had enough.

Strawberries, short bread and rice pudding.

That is rather unscrupulous of you, Priory.

You are quite right, my lady.

Most unscrupulous.

You just let things take their course,

shall we, Priory.

Uh, uh, delicious.

More tea, Mr. Bundage?

No, thank you, your ladyship,

I'm quite content.

Why do you keep staring at my

fireplace?

Oh, I don't know, I guess I must have

seen another one just like it some place

before,

except what I saw had a kind of hole

in it.

A hole?

Yeah, I used to hide things there.

Ah, well. It must have been a movie

I saw in a TV show.

Listen. I got to say this, you seem

like a really nice old lady and everything,

but I ain't your granddaughter.

What makes you say that?

Oh, I don't know, I just know it,

I mean, I have never seen you before

in my life.

All right. The truth is this guy over here

comes to me and he says, he thought

that I was that little girl, the other one got lost, and

he says, he has got to bring me to England

to see you.

I figured why not. You know, ride on a plane,

get to going fancy hotels.

What if I get to lose. But that

is all there is to it.

I see.

Yeah, sorry, put you down anything.

Yes, we better split, ha?

I myself am awfully sorry, ladyship. I wished

you had been convinced.

Thanks for the lemonade and rice

pudding, ha.

See you.

Bye bye.

Ah?

You did that on purpose. You rotten

little scump. You deliberately shut the

whole thing, straight at the start...

Priory?

Is there a loose brick in the fireplace?

Loose brick, he? I don't think so.

How very odd!

Stay cool, Harry, relax.

Cool, relax? When I think of

the money I spent,

fares, expenditures and what I

paid to bloodsucker Jenkins.

You gave him a bum cheque,

you probably stiffed the hotel, too.

Oh, you wake like a jewel.

Harry!

Mr. Bundage!

Mr. Bundage, Mr. Bundage!

What is that?

Mr. Bundage, Her ladyship says, would

you step inside again for a moment.

You and the young lady.

Why, certainly, I'd be glad to.

Soon after you left, we examined the

fireplace. There was a loose stone.

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