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Joshua St. Edmund, Marquise of Candleshoe.

Now sit down there and listen.

Suppose, I wish to tell you, Captain Joshua

was a pirate. A piraveteer, they called it,

when he was in the nobility,

and that one was damn rascal,

one of the best

He brought back enough booty to ransom

a Maharaja.

and he hid it somewhere in Candleshoe,

only no one ain't ever found it.

And one day I comes along.

Who is telling the story, Clara?

Then one day, Clara comes along,

she is polishing the bed posts

inside Joshua's own room, she found

a secret door, behind it is this.

And then when she gets the sack...

I resigned.

When she resigned, she takes the will with

her and she brings it to dear cousin Harry.

How do you know it is the real

mccoy?

Look at this!

A Spanish doubloon. Just wet the

appetite, as you might say.

How much does it worth?

Four thousand dollars.

And there are thousands of them.

So he tells where he hid the gold

in the will.

Not likely. And old black villain isn't giving

away anything for nothing.

Instead of telling where he's hid the gold,

all he does is give us the first clue.

And that is why we want someone

in Candleshoe.

Free to follow up the other clues

one by one.

And that someone is you.

Yeah. providing we can convince your

old dame I am the long lost

what's her name.

We'll convince her all right.

By the time we finish with you,

my girl,

you'll think like that kid, you will

feel like her, you'll behave like her.

When the old lady believed that you

are the long lost

grandaughter,

you'll believe it yourself.

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

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