‘Can you show me Grace’s grave before we go?’ asked Heather. ‘We might as well take a look, seeing as we’re so close.’

‘I think we have to ask for permission.’ I said and, in typical fashion, Heather went straight over to ask.

‘Yes, you can see the grave, but I’d have to accompany you,’ Margaret said, so we waited until the group had gone then she took us back to the area where Grace was buried. ‘I will wait for you at the front. Take as long as you like, but let me know when you go as we don’t want to have to come looking for you in the dark.’

As soon as she’d gone, we stepped forward for a closer look. ‘Wuhoooo,’ said Heather as she gazed down at the stone. ‘Spooky hey?’

‘It is a bit. I felt really weird when we were here the first time, though there’s nothing really to see and, as you said, it doesn’t prove anything.’

‘Apart from the fact that she died as a young woman,’ said Heather as she examined the inscription. ‘I wonder what she was like; in fact, all these graves in here, who were they?’

To the left of Grace’s headstone, I noticed a grave that had fresh flowers on it, white roses. Out of curiosity, I went to look at the inscription. The stone was very worn but I could just about make out the names.

‘Whose is that?’ asked Heather.

I read what I could make out, ‘Amelia Jeffrey and underneath Howard Jeffrey and Lily Jeffrey. Oh, a Lily.’

‘Who are they then?

‘Not sure, but Lily might be Grace’s elder sister. We noticed she wasn’t in the family grave so Marcia suggested that she might have got married and changed her surname. She was looking for all the Lilys last time we were here, but she missed this one.’ I looked at the ages. ‘Lily Jeffrey 1918–2006. The birth date fits with her being Grace’s elder sister.’

‘Oh but look, Amelia,’ said Heather, ‘she died at … not even two years old. How sad. Must have been Lily’s daughter.’

‘Sounds like it.’

‘But then who left the flowers? A living relative? Maybe Lily had another child or even a grandchild. Bea, do you realize what this might mean? If this is Grace’s sister’s grave, then whoever left those flowers, they knew Lily and maybe the family. Let’s ask at the records office. Margaret seemed very nice. I’m sure she’d help.’

We made our way back to the entrance and found Margaret having a cup of tea. ‘You off now?’ she asked when she saw us.

‘Yes,’ said Heather. ‘Er … we noticed that someone had left some flowers on one of the graves that we had come to look at. I wondered if you knew who that was.’

‘Which grave?’