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11 March 2014
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Polly strides away from the McLarens' cave, determined to rescue the Doctor and Ben from the redcoats. As darkness falls she gets lost on the moor, and falls into a deep trap. Looking up she sees a hand clutching a dagger. 'Don't!' she screams.
She soon realises that the person holding the dagger is Kirsty. 'I thought a redcoat had fallen into the animal trap,' says Kirsty, holding out her hand to help Polly up.
Kirsty isn't strong enough to pull Polly out of the pit, and tumbles in on top of her. Polly stands on top of Kirsty in an effort to climb out, but then she sees a light and hears the sound of soldiers.
'Couldn't catch a couple of wenches, could you?' sneers Ffinch. 'Call yourselves soldiers? The terror of the Highlands? You wouldn't frighten a one-armed dairy maid.'
An exhausted Ffinch orders them to return to the cottage and bring back his horse. 'If you're not back within one hour, 300 lashes apiece. Imbeciles!'
As the soldiers march away Ffinch relaxes, his face illuminated by a lantern. Kirsty and Polly hear the exchange from inside the pit. 'Since our officer has so obligingly parked himself outside our pit, we'll lure him in to join us,' whispers Polly.
Polly and Kirsty shout for help, and an intrigued Ffinch edges nearer the pit. He soon tumbles over the edge, landing in a heap beside them.
Kirsty grabs Ffinch's gun, warning him, 'Move and I'll blow your brains out.'
'A right rat hole this is, isn't it?' says Ben, surveying the dungeon-like cell. 'Oh, King George has worse than this, never fear,' says Jamie.
'I'm just beginning to enjoy myself,' says the Doctor, smiling. He looks up through the bars above them and bellows, 'Down with King George!'
'Silence, you Jacobite pigs!' shouts the sentry from above.
'Do you want to feel this bayonet?' he warns them.
The Doctor examines the Laird's wounds, while Jamie urges him to begin bloodletting. 'He lost enough blood already,' says an incredulous Ben.
The Doctor produces a telescope from his pocket and points it at the sky above them. Jamie tells the Doctor that the Laird was born in the fifth month, and the Doctor responds that bloodletting must therefore wait until Taurus is in the ascendant. The Doctor quietly tells Ben that such talk will reassure Jamie, who has, after all, never heard of germs.
The Doctor puts a fresh dressing on the Laird's wound, and in the process discovers that the Laird is carrying Bonnie Prince Charlie's personal silk standard. To Ben's amusement the Doctor wraps it beneath his coat for safekeeping.
'What chance do you think he has of evading the gallows with this on him?' asks the Doctor, who then retrieves his recorder. 'I didn't think we'd heard the last of that,' groans Ben.
The Doctor plays a rousing tune, but Jamie tells him to stop. 'You're a loyal Jacobite, aren't you?' he asks Jamie. 'This is your tune. Come on everybody – join in!'
The enraged sentry unlocks the door and barges into the cell. 'We'll see what a touch of the bayonet will do,' he warns.
Jamie hides the recorder as the Doctor adopts his German accent, claiming the other prisoners were singing the rebel tune to torment him. 'I'm a loyal subject to King George the Second! They know of a plot to murder your general, the Duke of Cumberland.'
The Doctor demands to see Solicitor Grey, and winks to Ben as he is led out of the cell. Ben assures a furious Jamie that the Doctor's behaviour is a ruse, and that they have other things to worry about. He points to a horizontal line stained on the wall. 'That's where the water level comes up to, and tonight is not my bath night.'
'17, 18, 19, 20... 20 guineas,' says Polly, counting the contents of the Lieutenant's purse. 'I've never seen so much money in all my days,' says a wide-eyed Kirsty.
Polly finds the Lieutenant's identity disc. 'Algernon Thomas Alfred Ffinch. Two 'f's! Lieutenant in the Honourable Colonel Attwood's Rifles. So, I bet the Colonel would be highly interested to hear how his Lieutenant F-finch was captured by two girls.'
Ffinch is appalled. 'You would not tell.' Polly has other ideas. She takes Kirsty's knife and lifts the Lieutenant's wig to cut off a lock of his real hair. 'This piece of hair and this disk will be proof enough. In case the Colonel doesn't believe us.' Kirsty and Polly haul themselves out of the pit, leaving the bewildered Ffinch behind.
Captain Trask of the Annabelle is delighted to see Solicitor Grey. 'Well, lawyer, my old cattle boat's ready for its livestock.' Grey is in a more cautious mood. 'It will be no laughing matter for any of us if we are caught,' he say. 'That is why we must begin loading the prisoners tonight.'
'Before the judges are ready to try the rebels, we'll have them all safely on plantations,' explains Grey.
'A Highlander will do twice the work of one of your black slaves,' says Trask.
'At least twice,' adds Perkins.
'Who asked for your opinion?' Trask tells Perkins.
'Silence, Captain!' snaps Grey. 'I will not have my clerk bullied. I have enough evidence on you to send you to the gallows ten times over. And don't you forget it.'
They are interrupted by the sentry from the jail, who explains that the German doctor has information about a plot to kill the Duke.
Grey agrees to see the Doctor, but the sentry waits until Perkins hands him a silver coin as payment.
Grey hands Trask a warrant for the prisoners, and advises him to load them onto the ship the back way. The sentry reappears with the Doctor, who is left alone with Grey.
'Now Doctor, your story,' says Grey, pointing his flintlock straight at him. 'I hope it is an entertaining one. It has cost me a silver shilling.' Maintaining his German accent, the Doctor admits that there is no plot.
'Would the chance to lay your hands on £15,000 be a waste of your time?' asks the Doctor. Grey chuckles. 'What would a vagabond like you know of such a sum, pray?'
The Doctor unbuttons his coat to reveal Bonnie Prince Charlie's silk standard. 'Whoever was entrusted with this standard stood closest to the councils of the Prince, you would agree?' says the Doctor. 'The £30,000 reward for the capture of the Prince is surely enough to satisfy both of us.'
'You have some fresh information as to his whereabouts?' asks Grey, intrigued. 'I am on the track of some, but I need a free hand,' says the Doctor.
Grey leans forward to hear more. The Doctor deftly whips the standard over his head, grabbing his pistol. 'Don't cry out,' advises the Doctor. 'I'm not very expert with these things and it just might go off in your face. Turn around and put your hands behind you.'
The Doctor ties Grey up with the standard and turns him around. 'Great heavens man,' says the Doctor, peering at Grey's throat. 'It's so swollen. Does it hurt you?'
He tells Grey to say 'Ahhh', and while his mouth his open he stuffs a handkerchief into it. 'I've never seen a silent lawyer before,' smirks the Doctor.
There is a knock on the door. The Doctor shoves the belligerent Grey into a cupboard before sitting behind the Solicitor's desk.
Perkins enters the room, and is shocked to see the Doctor sitting behind Grey's desk. 'Your master's a very sick man. He's gone to lie down. It lucky for him I was called in time.'
The Doctor feigns surprise at the condition of Perkins' eyes. He examines them using a magnifying glass. 'You suffer from headaches?' asks the Doctor.
'No I don't,' says Perkins. The Doctor bangs his head against the table. 'Oh dear. No headaches?' asks the Doctor. Perkins concedes that his head now aches. The Doctor tells him his is suffering from 'Print blindness' and prescribes one hour of rest.
He ties Perkins' cravat around his eyes to ensure they are properly rested and tells him to lie on the table. As Perkins lies on the table, the Doctor tells him to ignore the knocking sound coming from within the cupboard. He tiptoes out of the room, blowing Perkins a kiss before he leaves.
Inside the cupboard, an indignant Grey silently fumes.
'What took you so long, you jackanapes?' says Ffinch, looking up at the Sergeant. He demands the Sergeant helps him out.
'Don't misunderstand me, sir,' says the Sergeant. 'I'm willing enough to try, but you see, er... we're not used to pulling officers out of pits.'
Realising the Sergeant is angling for a bribe, the Lieutenant offers to pay him – and then remembers that his money has been stolen. 'You'll get it when we return to Inverness. Well, for the last time man, get me out of here!'
Trask tells Perkins, 'Damn your eyes!' and rescues Grey from the cupboard. Grey rounds angrily on Perkins. 'One more such folly, t'will need no further cures.' Trask unties Grey and is astonished to discover the Prince's standard.
In the scullery, Mollie sings loudly to herself. She is summoned out of the room, at which point the Doctor emerges from his hiding place.
He looks around to confirm the room is empty before stepping out from behind the curtains.
He samples some of the food Mollie was preparing before looking around for a disguise.
To the Doctor's dismay, the clean laundry comprises only women's garments. Hearing footsteps outside, he quickly unbuttons his coat. Mollie returns to the room, paying little attention to the old woman who scuttles out.
The water has risen to waist-level at the jail by the time the sentries haul Ben, Jamie and the Laird up the steps.
'Now look lively!' orders one sentry as the three men are taken away from the jail.
As the prisoners are herded away from the jail, Ben collides with an old woman. Her head is bowed, and a hood covers her face.
They are led to a warehouse and rounded up in a small room.
One of Trask's men slides away a barrel to reveal a trap door. The door is pulled open, and the prisoners peer into the gloom below. Wooden steps lead down to where a small rowing boat is moored.
Ben is the first down the steps, and the others soon follow him down to the quay.
Ben, Jamie and the Laird nervously clamber aboard the boat.
'Right, off!' shouts Trask and the oarsman begins to row along the canal that leads to the river.
The boat slowly navigates the narrow canal as a dense mist hangs heavy in the air.
With the boat gone, the area beneath the warehouse falls silent.
On the other side of the trap door, the shuffling old woman gets in the way of the sentry sliding the barrel back in place. 'I've bought a wee drop of broth for Mr Trask,' she says.
The guards leave the room, leaving the old woman on her own. Confident she is alone, she lifts her head, revealing her face. It is the Doctor. He soon locates the trap door and climbs down the steps.
The rowing boat pulls up by the Annabelle. A body lies on a plank, which hangs over the side of the ship.
Trask shouts down to the new arrivals. 'Belay there, you swabs! In case you're thinking of escaping, there's Jim Mews for ye.'
'He didn't find it an 'appy ship, so I'll find him another berth where he'll be happy!'
The plank tilts towards the water with a laboured creaking noise.
Mews' body slides off the edge and drops into the water. It rapidly sinks beneath the surface.
'Once aboard the Annabelle, that's the only way you'll get off her. Straight downwards!'
NEXT WEEK: Will Ben and Jamie get off the Annabelle?
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