The Blakes came back two hours later. The man was still there but he had chopped down another tree, not the yew. The Blakes tried to be angry. The man said he only doing what they had told him to do. He would not change his story and said he was telling the truth. In the end they paid the man just so he would go. "What is going on here?" shouted Zoe, more angry than afraid. "You told him to cut down the yew, didn't you. Rupert? "I'm sure I did, darling. But he said i didn't. You know, it's almost as if something made him hear something else. He didn't seem the kind of man who would make a mistake like that. "Right' said Zoe. "I'm going out to buy an axe! Ill cut that tree down myself! You see if I don't. Rupert told her not to be stupid. He told her he would ask somebody else to come and do the job. He said he would watch them himself while they cut down the tree. "You can watch me, then, because I'm going to chop that tree down.' Zoe had decided. And when she had decided to do something, nobody could stop her. If you want to help when I get tired you can, but no tree is going to stop me getting what I want. I don't care how old it is. I don't like it. It's got to go!' So they went into a shop in Norwich and bought an axe. When they got back the director of their programme was waiting for them. He needed to talk about some filming ideas for Rupert's new kitchen. By the time he had gone it was early evening. "Let's get the axe!" Zoe told Rupert. "Before it gets dark. We can make a start on that yew. Rupert did not mind hard work. He often went to the gym and was quite a strong man for his age. He offered to do all the work alone but Zoe refused. She wanted to begin cutting down the tree herself. Either the yew tree went or she did she had decided.