Yellowbeard Page #3

That may be why he's a bit odd...

with all these books and reading

and stuff like that.

- Where is he now?

- Lambourn Hall.

Right. I'll go up there and cut his head off.

Where's my pirating outfit?

Royal Navy here.

Where's Yellowbeard?

Yellowbeard!

Where is Yellowbeard?

He's...

He's...

He's...

He's...

He's...

- gone!

- Gone!

Well...

if he's gone, you must have seen him.

No.

Who's the pretty boy?

Shut up!

And what's this?

That's Lord Lambourn's waistcoat.

He's such a kind man.

He thinks of everybody.

He left those here in case you escaped...

- and needed a change of clothing.

- I'm sure I killed the last one I raped.

It can't have been you.

The after-play was a bit on the rough side...

but not fatal, dear.

What's this Dan, or whatever you call him,

look like?

He looks a little bit

like Lord Lambourn, actually.

But a bit more like you.

Much more like you, in fact.

Yellowbeard. A tall, rough man

with a big yellow beard.

That's our agent, sir.

Did you see...

- He's blind, you stupid sod!

- I may be blind...

but I have acute hearing.

I'm not interested in your jewelry,

cloth eyes. I'm trying to conduct...

Yellowbeard...

- was here.

- How do you know it was him?

Because he sounded...

about 47...

and his clothing gave off

the unmistakable fibrous crackling sound...

- of the 80% hessian...

- Which way did he go?

...whilst the deafening

rustling of his beard...

- indicated a length of not...

- Which way did he go?

- Upstairs.

- Come on!

- Where's Yellowbeard?

- He's in prison, isn't he?

Your husband escaped this evening.

We know he came straight here.

Come to think of it,

somebody did come in here a while back...

- but I don't think it was my husband.

- These are his clothes.

Wait a minute.

Somebody did pop in and rape me.

- These must be his clothes.

- That's Yellowbeard, all right.

Prison has reformed him.

He never bothered to take his clothes off

in the old days.

- Where did he go?

- I've no idea.

Right, Mansell. Bring those clothes.

We'll need a scent.

- For the dogs.

- Right.

Yellowbeard?

- Evening, Gilbert.

- Now look here, Pew.

- I'm all ears.

- Those two gentlemen that just left...

you didn't tell them everything you heard,

did you, shipmate?

What gentlemen?

I didn't hear you mention

much about a map.

- What map?

- Yellowbeard's map.

The one that any pirate worth his parrot

would give both his wooden legs for.

You're drunk, Gilbert.

Your mind's wandering.

My hands will be wandering

towards your throat, Pew...

if you don't tell me what it is you overheard.

So you can pass the information

on to Mr. Moon...

so he can find the treasure?

Over my dead body.

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