Candleshoe Page #4

Good night.

Good night.

Hey, kid, everyone else in bed?

Except me, good night.

Good night.

There has got to be a million,

like a needle in a haystack.

What on earth are you doing here?

I was trying to find a book

to read.

In the dark?

I couldn't find the light switch.

Oh, oh, you get me a fright. I thought

you were an intruder.

I gave you a fright.

I took the short cut. The house is

full of secret passages.

I came to find a book, too.

On plumming.

Isn't the gardener any good at plumming?

Gardener isn't much good at gardening.

I suppose you are wondering why.

You probably don't know. You'll find

out soon enough anyway.

There is no other staff because we

can't afford to pay their wages.

You kidding?

I'm afraid, not.

The old lady, I mean, grandmother,

she doesn't know you're broke?

We're not completely broke. Just a little

near the edge. We take in some tours.

Tours?

Yes, we open the house to the public

one day a week and then we sell eggs,

fruit, cakes, jam, that sort of things

at the village market. Usually we stay

just ahead of the rates and taxes.

This big house, there must be a lot

of junk you could sell.

Those having real value went years ago.

That picture, one of the old copies, one or two

junk doesn't worth anything.

Well. Now that you know all our secrets,

I hope you keep them.

Why not?

Good. That really makes you one of

the family.

You were looking for a book, ha?

Yeah, yeah.

So is I.

Where did I put?

Plummers help?

Plummers help?

Last month the roof started

to leak rise the water tank.

Find what were you looking for?

Ooh, no.

I found mine.

Care maintenance of T joints and S bends,

just the thing for the bedside reading.

Good night.

Good night.

THE PATHS OF GLORY

LEAD BUT TO THE GRAVE

Sunrise students...

Yeah.

The paths of glory lead

but to the grave.

That's it.

I found the clue.

International investment advisors

limited.

Is that you, Harry?

What, yes.

It's her.

Hello, are you there?

Of course, I'm bloody here.

Where have you been? Never mind.

Did you find anything in that library?

Yeah.

Listen. I thought you said all I had

to do is look through a few

books. Have you ever seen

that library?

Anyway, it wasn't in any book.

It isn't time telling me where it wasn't,

tell me where it was.

In the window.

In the window?

Stupid little nutter. What

do you mean, "it was in the window"?

Stained glass window. You can only

see it when the sun is coming up.

It said, "the paths of glory lead

but to the grave".

The paths of glory lead, where?

To the grave.

It's a poem by a guy named

Thomas Gray.

I asked grandma, you know,

the lady. She says, it is an eulogy

in the country churchyard. I'll call

you if I find out more.

Hello, I'm not finished yet, little

sweep.

Clara! Leap round to the public

Library and ask them a man called

Thomas Gray.

He wrote a sort of eulogy about

a graveyard.

Who are you telephoning?

My stockbroker.

I told them to buy four thousands share

of alakezem salt and pepper.

Listen. You are up to something.

I want to know what it is.

Now, you listen. If you don't keep your

snar out of my business, your smeller

wind up with your ears ought to be.

Well, I must be off. I'll be back by

late afternoon.

Granma, you know that poem by

Gray, that churchyard thing, you

said it was in the Library.

Oh, yes, we have a very nice copy

signed by the author, I believe.

There you are, my dear.

Return it when you finished with it.

Good afternoon, John Henry.

Good afternoon, melady.

How are you today?

Oh, thank you, you are very kind, melady.

I'm in the pink, you might say.

Oh, how is your uncle George?

Ah, melady, I didn't think necessary

to trouble you with the news.

We finally had the measuring of his wooden overcoat.

Wooden?...

We buried him last week.

I'm sorry to hear that. But he has been

ill for some time, hasn't he?

Oh, begging ... pardon and being wishful to do

justice to one and all and not speak evil of

the dead,

I must say, Uncle George was uncommon

fond of the bottle. He was, you might

say, distinctively overpartial

and it was that what carried him off

to that end.

Oh, John Henry, I hope that will

prove a lesson to you.

To me, melady?

Because in recent years, you have been

known to take a drop too much yourself

and to be unavailable to carry out your

duties.

Oh, yes, I see, well, very sorry indeed,

Mary.

Now you may take me to the vicarage.

Wait until the meeting is over and

bring me back.

Very good, melady.

I shan't be long, my dears.

Too much.

Well, come on, back to work.

We got three hundred pounds

to make up.

If your so sure of cash, why can you

not sell,

that car?

Grandmother was hated,

that is why.

Anyway, it doesn't belong to us,

it belongs to the bank.

Mr. Priory had to borrow money for

the last year's taxes.

Bobby and I get things ready for the tour.

Come on, you will have to polish

the floor of the great hall.

Oh, thank you for the trip.

Polish it, not a stain on it.

We'll go to jam making.

I left apples outside the back door.

And you go and get jam jars

washed.

You can peel and core the apples

You can peel and core the apples,

queeny.

I'm busy.

Just a minute, queeny.

Listen you! Whoever you are, you are

going to do your share like the rest of us.

Do you want to bet?

You just do your share!

It is all the more rest of us to do.

What a pity!

You listen to me.

Give me that book.

To keep castle going we all

have to work.

We have to work very hard.

We don't do it because someone is

forcing us to, but because love grand,

because we like being here.

And if you are going to stay here,

you have got to help.

Have I made that clear?

Yeah.

Then let me make one thing clear,

queeny.

Around here you are the help

and I am the boss.

You want to play rough, do you?

You shouldn't have done that.

She's asked for it.

All the same, it is not very nice

thing to do.

Go and see what happen to chickens,

Bobby.

Okay.

Cluny, no.

Nice try.

Cluny!

Oh, Cluny, you shouldn't have.

Yeah, Cluny, you shouldn't have.

Hey, get off my back.

That wasn't very nice.

You got to be kidding.

Let go!

Stop it!

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm okay. I'm fine.

You ought to be ashamed of yourselves.

Two against one.

Yes, what was grandmother going

to say when she finds it out?

We had the nicest meeting we had

in months

No, thank you.

That grateful man Quantenly was away,

dipping his sheet, whatever it is, he does.

We made final plans for our automn

bazaar. We discussed combining the

Christmas Eve entertaintment at the town hall

with the church supper on the Christmas day.

And then we pledged to raise a hundred

pounds above our quota in this year's

Red Cross drive.

Then we had tea and the vicar told us

amusing stories about his youth

in India.

Do you know, Gipping is doing much

better with the flowers.

Do you think you'll se him this evening,

Priory?

There is a distinc possibility, my lady.

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