Whoever Slew Auntie Roo? Page #3

3 French hens

2 turtledoves

And a partridge

in a pear tree

On the 4th day of Christmas

My true love gave to me

4 calling birds

3 French hens

2 turtledoves

And a partridge

in a pear tree

Happy Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

Welcome to Forrest Grange.

Doctor.

Happy Christmas. Thank you.

Happy Christmas.

Inspector.

Children, there

are sweets for everyone.

Everyone in the drawing room.

I've heard too many stories

about what happened to

Katharine Forrest, Ralph.

What's the truth?

Would you believe me if I told

you we don't know the truth?

The case is still open?

All we know is, a little girl

called Katharine disappeared

from this house, as if she was

part of her father's magic act.

She's never been seen and

she's never turned up.

Children don't just vanish.

Ah, now, you see, you're

being cynical, like me.

You're a cynic?

Only about human

beings. Come on.

Come on.

Shh.

And Merry Christmas to you.

What's the matter?

Cat got your tongue?

Looks like it's there,

but if it's no good,

we'd better cut it out.

Here are some very special,

tasty gingerbread men,

just like we have in America.

Everyone gets one.

Robin, Angela.

Thank you.

Can I have one?

Of course, Peter.

Thank you, Mrs. Forrest.

Peter, call me Aunt Roo.

I mean, thank you, Aunt Roo.

Peter, you mustn't be so greedy!

Oh, Miss Henley, it's Christmas!

Let them fill themselves.

You always spoil them,

Mrs. Forrest.

Oh, but they're so beautiful.

Isn't it a shame there isn't a

way to make time stand still?

Keeping the children

just as they are tonight,

preserving their

wonderful years,

pure and perfect,

before the ugliness and evil

of the world crushes them.

Don't you think?

Well, yes.

Yes, Albie?

I found these 2 little lost souls

wandering around the back, madam.

Can't get a word out

of either of them.

Whatever has got into you two!

They're not supposed to be here!

They are the most incorrigible,

the most uncooperative...

Miss Henley, Miss Henley,

There's always enough room

for children at

the Forrest Grange.

There's more than enough

of everything. Right?

Now, tell me,

what are your names?

Hmm?

This is my sister, Katy,

and I'm Christopher Coombs.

How do you do?

How do you do?

And thank you for

allowing us to stay.

What lovely manners.

You're going to have to catch up

with the other children!

How on earth did they get here?

Couldn't have walked,

it's over 3 miles!

Merry Christmas, Miss Henley.

"'Twas the

night before Christmas."

"And all through the house."

"Not a creature was stirring,

not even a mouse."

"The stockings were hung

by the chimney with care."

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