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Dave Arnold: Father Lewis Gilbert, a police detective turned priest, is now the vicar of St. Mark's Church in Stonebridge, a picturesque village in the south of England. Compared to the fast-paced and diverse experiences he had in London, Father Gilbert might be tempted to consider his life fairly quiet now, but that couldn't be further from the truth.

Hello, I'm Dave Arnold, producer for Focus on the Family Radio Theatre. Whether it's through strange dreams, odd characters, or a past that still haunts him, Father Gilbert seems drawn to mysteries. Some are downright bizarre while others, like today's story, begin in the most commonplace way. In this case, it's a routine inquiry. Yet the events that are set into motion are anything but routine. Join us in a moment as Focus on the Family Radio Theatre presents Father Gilbert in, Where the Heart Is.

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Guest (Male): He's a detective. Father Gilbert used to be a detective inspector, Scotland Yard.

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Father Lewis Gilbert: This morning's gospel reading can be found in the book of Matthew, chapter six, beginning with verse 19. Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon the earth, where moth and dust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal. But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal. For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.

So what's the damage, Mr. Urquhart?

Mr. Urquhart: As it goes every spring, Father. The rains have flooded the crypt. This may be half an inch of water down there. But we're supposed to be having some sunshine for the next few days, so I don't expect a problem getting it pumped out.

Father Lewis Gilbert: What about the scaffolding round the tower? The wind and the rains haven't hurt it, have they?

Mr. Urquhart: Some of the tarpaulin came loose, but it wasn't anything I couldn't fix.

Mrs. Mayhew: Which brings to mind a rather delicate subject.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Yes, Mrs. Mayhew?

Mrs. Mayhew: The contractor rang about payment again. He's getting rather insistent.

Father Lewis Gilbert: But he said he would give us 30 days. It hasn't been that long.

Mrs. Mayhew: It's been 29 days.

Father Lewis Gilbert: I'll talk to the bank manager about our overdraft. Where's this morning's post? Any new donations come in for the restoration of the tower?

Mrs. Mayhew: I've gone through this morning's post and there isn't a penny.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Well, I don't know what it's going to take to get our parishioners involved. Do I have to beg?

Mrs. Mayhew: You wouldn't want to be so indiscreet.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Indiscreet? Have I been indiscreet?

Mrs. Mayhew: Pretty much, yes.

Mr. Urquhart: You have been rather passionate on the subject, Father.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Well, I don't understand. I can talk from the pulpit about all manner of sin and evil, right down to the worst detail, but heaven forbid I should mention the church's financial need. That's indiscreet.

Mrs. Mayhew: There was something else in this morning's post you should see.

Father Lewis Gilbert: If it's another bill, I'm not interested.

Mrs. Mayhew: Here it is. It's a letter from an American collector of some sort, Lori Peters. Read it for yourself. She says she's in the country for a short time and wants to see the Esselton Chalice.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Fascinating. But why did she write to me about it?

Mrs. Mayhew: Because she thinks you have it.

Father Lewis Gilbert: What?

Mrs. Mayhew: Not you personally. Read the letter. You see she says she's been studying various 16th-century artifacts and the Esselton Chalice is one of the few remaining items she hasn't seen. She says it's here at St. Mark's.

Father Lewis Gilbert: The Esselton Chalice. Have either of you ever heard of it?

Mrs. Mayhew: I haven't.

Mr. Urquhart: Not I.

Father Lewis Gilbert: What does she say here?

Mrs. Mayhew: She says that St. Mark's was or is the proud owner of the chalice, at least it was until just before the war. She wants to come by tomorrow at 1:00 to see it.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Well, thank you for letting me read the letter, Mrs. Mayhew. Well, I have no idea what she's talking about.

Mrs. Mayhew: I'll look through the church archives to see if it's mentioned there.

Father Lewis Gilbert: All right, but I wouldn't spend too much time on it. How odd.

Mrs. Mayhew: You're having lunch with Bill Drake, aren't you?

Father Lewis Gilbert: Am I? Oh, it's Monday. So yes, I am.

Mrs. Mayhew: He prides himself on knowing everything about Stonebridge. Maybe he's heard of it.

Bill Drake: Oh, I've heard of the Esselton Chalice, all right, but only in the way you hear about things like the Loch Ness Monster or the Holy Grail. I always thought it was a Stonebridge myth.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Lori Peters doesn't think so.

Bill Drake: I believe it's supposed to have some sort of miraculous powers.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Is it? What kind?

Bill Drake: Don't get your hopes up, Gilbert. I don't think it will miraculously restore your church tower.

Father Lewis Gilbert: You never know.

Bill Drake: You may not, but I do. No chalice is going to fix your money problems any more than the knuckle of a saint or a sliver of wood will save the day. It's going to take cold, hard cash, no more, no less. Oh, so have you made your donation yet? Oh, blast, I've left my checkbook at home. Isn't that silly? I'm sorry.

Father Lewis Gilbert: So what exactly are you saying, Mr. Urquhart?

Mr. Urquhart: I'm saying that someone was in the crypt last night. You see those muddy footprints on the steps? They're not mine, nor Mrs. Mayhew's. And it looks as if they walked all over the church.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Is anything damaged or missing?

Mr. Urquhart: No, Father, not that I can see. Whoever it was walked right up to the altar but didn't touch the gold cross or any of the valuables there.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Curious. But how did they get in?

Mr. Urquhart: Well, they must have used the key under the flowerpot by the back door.

Father Lewis Gilbert: You're joking. We don't really keep a key under a flowerpot.

Mr. Urquhart: Didn't you know?

Father Lewis Gilbert: No, I didn't. Obviously, somebody else did, as would anyone looking for a hidden key. Let's not hide keys around the property, Mr. Urquhart.

Mr. Urquhart: Yes, Father.

Father Lewis Gilbert: But why would anyone sneak in after hours and look around the church or a flooded crypt?

Mr. Urquhart: No, I can't imagine. Anyway, I've got to clean this up.

Mrs. Mayhew: Father Gilbert, Lori Peters is here.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Oh, is it 1:00 already? Hello, Miss Peters.

Lori Peters: Hello, Father.

Father Lewis Gilbert: I'm sorry, I hadn't planned to meet you in my rubber boots. The crypt is flooded because of the rain and oh, it's too boring to explain. Would you like a cup of tea?

Lori Peters: That would be nice, thank you.

Mrs. Mayhew: I'll put the kettle on.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Forgive me for saying so, but you're much younger than I expected.

Lori Peters: You thought that people who search for antiques must be antiques themselves?

Father Lewis Gilbert: I never thought of it as a young person's vocation. Let me just get these boots off. So, if you'll forgive the cliché, what's a young person like you doing in a job like this?

Lori Peters: I've been interested in antiques for as long as I can remember. When all the other little girls wanted the latest baby dolls that cried and wet themselves, I wanted the old-fashioned dolls that looked beautiful and smiled. And then as a teenager, I started to enjoy the hunt to find the dolls, and that broadened to finding things that other people thought they couldn't find.

Father Lewis Gilbert: My office is just through here. Tell me about the chalice and why you think it's here.

Lori Peters: Does that mean it isn't here?

Father Lewis Gilbert: I'm afraid it isn't, or if it is, we haven't a clue about where it might be.

Lori Peters: That's disappointing.

Father Lewis Gilbert: But if you tell me some of its history, we may be able to work out where it is.

Lori Peters: To put it briefly, the Esselton Chalice was originally used for communion during the reign of Henry VIII. It's believed to have been commissioned by Cardinal Wolsey for some state affair. It was solid silver, beautifully crafted by a silversmith named Josiah Esselton, thus the name Esselton.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Yeah, I wondered.

Lori Peters: The chalice was later decorated with a gold band around the top that was studded with diamonds. Henry VIII had it done as a thank you to Thomas Cranmer, the Archbishop of Canterbury, for his support during one of Henry's many marital crises. It was kept in Canterbury for many years, along with a matching plate and flagon.

Then, during the English Civil War, it was moved because of worries that Oliver Cromwell would destroy it, along with other symbols of what he considered a corrupt church.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Just through here. Do, please sit down. Mrs. Mayhew will bring the tea in shortly.

Lori Peters: Thank you. The chalice was smuggled out of Canterbury by Richard Hall, who was a monarchist-supporting vicar in Kent at the time. He took it to Sussex, where a grateful Charles II gave him charge of a parish in Hastings. After Hall died, his son Robert, who also became a clergyman, took the chalice with him to various churches where he served around Sussex.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Now I recognize the name Robert Hall. He was a vicar here at St. Mark's in the 18th century.

Lori Peters: That's right. He retired and moved to Tunbridge Wells. His personal letters from the time indicate that the chalice, the plate, and the flagon were all kept here at St. Mark's.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Well, thank you for putting it so briefly. What happened to the chalice after that?

Lori Peters: There were references to the chalice in one or two magazine articles from the late 1800s. It features as a tourist attraction in a couple of travel guides, and there's even a pen-and-ink drawing of it in an obscure book about the area published just after 1900. This is a copy.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Oh, this chalice. Oh, I've been keeping my pencils in it at the vicarage.

Lori Peters: What?

Father Lewis Gilbert: It was a joke. Even in pen and ink, you know, this chalice looks impressive. I'm sure we would have noticed it if it was lying around in a cupboard somewhere. It says here that the chalice was kept in a special display near the door to the crypt. I've often wondered what that marble shelf was used for. So if it's not here now, what do you think happened to it?

Lori Peters: To throw in an odd twist, while I was working on another search, I discovered a reference to the chalice in a file at the Makepiece Insurance Society in London. One of the St. Mark's members had had it insured on behalf of the church in case it was stolen. But Makepiece went out of business in the late 30s and I could find no record of any other insurance company who had picked up the policy.

All I know is that Stanley Tomlinson was the vicar here at the time. And that's where the story ends, which is why I hoped the chalice was still here.

Mrs. Mayhew: Stanley Tomlinson was the vicar from 1935 until 1941. I've picked up that much from the church records. I've been investigating the chalice myself, you know. Do you like your tea white?

Lori Peters: Yes, please.

Mrs. Mayhew: I'll let you sweeten your own, Father Gilbert. I think it's an offense against nature the amount of sugar you use.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Yes, thank you, Mrs. Mayhew. Well, as I said before, Miss Peters, I don't think I can help you. I didn't hear anything in what you've said to give us a clue as to the whereabouts of the chalice.

Mrs. Mayhew: That's not entirely true, Father.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Isn't it?

Mrs. Mayhew: Father Tomlinson had a son who still lives in South Haven. His name is Arthur. He might know where the chalice is.

Father Lewis Gilbert: And did your investigation give you a phone number or an address?

Mrs. Mayhew: It did, and I phoned him this morning and he's available to see you this afternoon.

Lori Peters: Perfect.

Father Lewis Gilbert: I'm impressed, Mrs. Mayhew.

Mrs. Mayhew: I thought you would be.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Do you mind driving us, Miss Peters? My car is being repaired.

Mrs. Mayhew: His car is always being repaired.

Father Lewis Gilbert: You do know how to drive in this country?

Lori Peters: Of course. Keep to the left and close your eyes on the roundabouts.

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Father Lewis Gilbert: Thank you for seeing us, Mr. Tomlinson.

Arthur Tomlinson: I have to confess this is rather a surprise. I haven't heard anyone mention the Esselton Chalice for donkey's years. Not that I'm an expert or anything.

Lori Peters: Do you know where it is?

Arthur Tomlinson: What makes you think that I would know that, young lady?

Lori Peters: Your father was the vicar at St. Mark's, wasn't he?

Arthur Tomlinson: He certainly was. At least he was until the Nazis killed him and my mother during the Blitz.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Oh, I'm terribly sorry. You must have been only a boy when it happened.

Arthur Tomlinson: I was five.

Lori Peters: I don't understand. Stonebridge is so far south of London and it's not what I'd call a major city. Why would the Germans bomb it?

Arthur Tomlinson: No reason, really. On their way back to their bases in France, the German planes often indiscriminately dumped their remaining bombs on the villages in the south. The vicarage of St. Mark's happened to get in the way one night.

Father Lewis Gilbert: The vicarage? The one I'm living in?

Arthur Tomlinson: I would hope not, or you should have a word with your bishop. The original vicarage was destroyed. Though I understand that some of it is still standing.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Standing where?

Arthur Tomlinson: In the middle of Vicarage Fields, just the other side of the woods on the outskirts of Stonebridge. Do you know the old bridle path that skirts the edge of the cemetery?

Father Lewis Gilbert: Well, I know where Vicarage Fields is, but I didn't realize that old building was the original vicarage.

Arthur Tomlinson: What was it about the name Vicarage Fields that confused you?

Lori Peters: Then where is the chalice?

Arthur Tomlinson: I couldn't tell you. I know it was at St. Mark's for years and years, but I understand it was hidden away for safekeeping.

Lori Peters: Safekeeping?

Arthur Tomlinson: They probably don't teach you this in your American schools, but we English thought the Germans were going to invade us. So we locked a lot of our valuables away. I assume my father hid the chalice somewhere.

Lori Peters: And he didn't tell anyone?

Arthur Tomlinson: He might have, but I wouldn't know who. I was staying at my aunt's house when my parents were killed, and I was kept there afterwards. Apart from the funeral, I never returned to St. Mark's or the vicarage.

Lori Peters: Weren't you ever curious?

Arthur Tomlinson: Young lady, in one night I lost not only my parents but everything to do with them. Photographs, mementos, everything. So I'm sure you can appreciate my lack of interest in your blasted chalice.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Thank you for your time, Mr. Tomlinson.

Lori Peters: No, wait, Mr. Tomlinson. I'm sorry to be so persistent, but I've come a long way to find the chalice. Can't you think of somewhere, anywhere, that your father might have hid it?

Arthur Tomlinson: As I said, I haven't given it a great deal of thought. Now, good day.

I don't believe Tomlinson was being completely honest with us.

Father Lewis Gilbert: What do you mean?

Lori Peters: He knows more about that chalice than he was willing to say. I wouldn't be surprised if he had it stashed away in that cottage somewhere.

Father Lewis Gilbert: I had no idea antique collectors were so suspicious.

Lori Peters: I have to deal with a lot of liars and cheats in my line of work, Father. Antiques bring it out in the most honest people. A sweet little old lady who nearly throws away an old useless vase suddenly becomes a shark when she learns that same vase is worth a large amount of money.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Vase.

Lori Peters: Yeah, whatever. The point is, you learn how to read people in my business. And you don't ever trust any of them.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Well, then it sounds like a sad line of work.

Lori Peters: It doesn't bother me. But I'm going to have to rethink how to find the chalice. I probably should have offered him money as an incentive.

Father Lewis Gilbert: I don't think it would have made any difference. Oh, hang on. Here he comes.

Lori Peters: You watch. He'll hint that some kind of compensation will jog his memory.

Arthur Tomlinson: Having trouble with the car?

Lori Peters: No, we're trying to decide where to go next. Our trail is going cold.

Arthur Tomlinson: Well, I don't know if it'll be any help, but a thought occurred to me. It's something I remembered.

Lori Peters: And is there anything I can do to help your memory along?

Arthur Tomlinson: I beg your pardon?

Father Lewis Gilbert: What did you remember, Mr. Tomlinson?

Arthur Tomlinson: I have a vague recollection of my aunt saying something about a vault in the church. My father must have mentioned it to her. A secret vault of some sort. I've always assumed it was in the crypt under the church. You may want to check your church records.

Lori Peters: Is that all?

Arthur Tomlinson: I didn't say it was a huge help, but it's something I thought of.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Thank you, Mr. Tomlinson. We'll be in touch.

Arthur Tomlinson: Don't rush back on my account.

Lori Peters: So, we should take a look at the crypt.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Well, actually, I'd be grateful if you'd just take me back to the vicarage.

Lori Peters: The vicarage?

Father Lewis Gilbert: Yes, please. Thank you.

Lori Peters: What happens now?

Father Lewis Gilbert: Well, I have to say good afternoon.

Lori Peters: We're not going to the crypt?

Father Lewis Gilbert: I'm sorry, Miss Peters, but we can't.

Lori Peters: What?

Father Lewis Gilbert: I have a lot of things to do this afternoon. And searching the church records is something Mrs. Mayhew will have to do when she has some free time.

Lori Peters: May I have a look around the crypt?

Father Lewis Gilbert: Not until Mr. Urquhart gets the water pumped out. It's not safe, Miss Peters. Apart from any harm that might come to you, I don't want to risk the lawsuit if you slipped and fell.

Lori Peters: What am I supposed to do while you go about your business?

Father Lewis Gilbert: Well, you're welcome to ring me in the morning when I might have time to look into it some more. Meanwhile, have a look around Stonebridge. We have some lovely shops.

Lori Peters: Maybe I'll do that.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Good heavens, where did you come from?

Sydney Green: The bushes just now. London before that.

Father Lewis Gilbert: And what were you doing in my bushes?

Sydney Green: Sydney Green, special agent for Her Majesty's Customs and Excise.

Father Lewis Gilbert: You look better without the beard.

Sydney Green: Thank you, sir. I'll keep that in mind.

Father Lewis Gilbert: And what can I do for you, Special Agent Green?

Sydney Green: It's all rather delicate. May we go somewhere private to talk?

Father Lewis Gilbert: We could go back in the bushes. Or perhaps inside would be better. Come in. Look, I'm in an awful rush. Will you tell me what this is all about?

Sydney Green: I think you know.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Do I?

Sydney Green: I deal specifically with cases involving the international black market trade in antiques. I see that you've been approached by a woman who currently goes by the name of Lori Peters.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Currently? What, she's had other names?

Sydney Green: Several.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Are you telling me that she's a black marketeer?

Sydney Green: I believe it would be better if I asked the questions. We've been keeping an eye on Lori Peters since she entered the country. What's her business with you?

Father Lewis Gilbert: Well, she's looking for an old chalice that once belonged to the church. It's disappeared and...

Sydney Green: And she's here to help you find it.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Yes.

Sydney Green: She say why?

Father Lewis Gilbert: I got the impression that she's interested in such things.

Sydney Green: She's interested? She didn't indicate that she'd been hired by someone to find the chalice?

Father Lewis Gilbert: Not at all. And come to think of it, it didn't occur to me to ask.

Sydney Green: Just as I thought. Just as I suspected. Well, there isn't much I can say about this case, but you can bet your dog collar that the instant you find the chalice, it'll disappear. And so will Peters.

Father Lewis Gilbert: This is astounding. She hardly seems the type.

Sydney Green: Oh, you don't think so, do you? And what would you know about the type, Father? Let me ask you this. Has anything strange happened around your house or the church recently?

Father Lewis Gilbert: Strange.

Sydney Green: A break-in at either place, for example. Things moved for no reason.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Well, come to think of it, someone came into the church after hours last night. Nothing was taken, but whoever it was had a good look round.

Sydney Green: Exactly. That's her MO. Oh, sorry to get technical. I mean, that's her modus operandi.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Yes, well, what do you want me to do?

Sydney Green: Play it out with her. Let's see how far she'll go with her ruse. I'm going to keep an eye on you from a discreet distance, of course. I want to find out who she's working for or cavorting with. Her accomplices, you see. And if I could catch her red-handed, it would be quite a feather in my cap, if you know what I mean. I'd be grateful for your help.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Well, there isn't anything dangerous, I hope. I haven't started to think...

Sydney Green: Oh, not to worry, Father. She may be a crook, but she isn't violent.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Well, that's a relief.

Sydney Green: So, may Her Majesty's government count on you?

Father Lewis Gilbert: Her Majesty's government may.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Right, home to bed. Oh, I thought everyone had gone. Hello? Is anyone there? Hello? Not the crypt again. Miss Peters? Hello? Who's down there? Now you speak up or I'll lock you in until the police come. Who's there? Oh, these are my good shoes. Come out, whoever you are.

Mr. Urquhart: Father.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Oh, Mr. Urquhart. What are you doing down here?

Mr. Urquhart: Well, what are you doing down here? I was closing up the church, I heard noises.

Father Lewis Gilbert: That's odd, because I thought I saw someone come down here at the end of the service.

Mr. Urquhart: Oh? Well, I came to investigate and then decided to restack some of these sandbags. There's a mighty storm blowing up.

Father Lewis Gilbert: I heard you cry out.

Mr. Urquhart: Well, one of the bags fell on my foot and split open. I was trying to shovel the sand over to the side.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Was someone down here?

Mr. Urquhart: It's hard to tell. Though the lights were on when I came down.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Why would someone come down here now?

Mr. Urquhart: Not to find the secret vault.

Father Lewis Gilbert: What?

Mr. Urquhart: A secret vault. Well, I've never seen nor heard anything of it.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Well, that may be why it's considered a secret.

Mr. Urquhart: Well, the only vault I know about in this church is the one in the tower.

Father Lewis Gilbert: The tower?

Mr. Urquhart: It's only a wee thing in the north wall. Behind the tapestry in that room you used to store the hymn books. I noticed it when the contractor was assessing the restoration costs.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Why didn't you tell me?

Mr. Urquhart: Well, I told Mrs. Mayhew. I thought she told you and you weren't interested.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Well, I'd like to have a look at it now if you don't mind.

Mr. Urquhart: You want to go up in the tower with this storm going on?

Father Lewis Gilbert: Well, after 400 years, I don't think it's going to collapse tonight. What's that? Quickly, Father. They must have been hiding behind one of the crypts. Oh, that's brilliant.

Father Lewis Gilbert: It's not brilliant, Mr. Urquhart. It's dark.

Mr. Urquhart: Let's hope it was the storm that put the lights out.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Well, only if the storm just locked the door on us too. Then we're trapped like rats.

Mr. Urquhart: I'd rather you didn't mention rats in a cold, wet crypt, Mr. Urquhart.

Dave Arnold: Next time on Focus on the Family Radio Theatre, the conclusion of Father Gilbert: Where the Heart Is.

Sydney Green: I blame myself for what happened last night. Unfortunately, she must have slipped out the back. Can't tell you how foolish I feel.

Father Lewis Gilbert: If someone locked you in the crypt and I didn't do it, then that means someone else is looking for the chalice.

Lori Peters: Well, it's a box of some sort. Actually, it's more like a small trunk.

Father Lewis Gilbert: Big enough to hold a chalice?

Dave Arnold: Father Gilbert: Where the Heart Is, has been a presentation of Focus on the Family. For Focus on the Family Radio Theatre, I'm Dave Arnold. Thanks for listening.