by Julius Falconer |
... ‘And there’s the anonymous letter!’ interjected Grace.
‘Oh, what anonymous letter is that?’ asked Wickfield. ‘Perhaps you’d better start at the beginning and tell us all about it.’
Benjamin cleared his throat. ‘Inspector, sergeant, it’s like this. Grace and I bought this house in May of 1970, ready for our retirement. It had been uninhabited for twenty-five years and was neglected before that, so everything had to be done to make it habitable. When we retired in April 1971, we bought a second-hand caravan to live in and put it in a small field behind the barn. We lived there while the major work was done on the house. Finally, last October, we were able to move into the house, and then work began almost immediately on the chapel. The floor of the chapel was beaten earth, centuries old, and it was too high to allow a modern floor simply to be placed on top of it. Grace and I began the tedious work of lowering the floor by ourselves, before the workmen moved in, and as we dug down, we discovered three skeletons buried side by side two feet down.