Having seen Julie Dorton’s photograph, Jane and Boon were able to spot Sister Missy right away in the middle of the back row. They also recognised Julie standing next to her. Seeing the large projected image of a smiling Missy when she was eighteen and had just entered the convent as a novice brought a lump to Jane’s throat. She was a picture of innocence and beauty, blissfully unaware of the abusive world she had entered and the fate that would so cruelly befall her.

As Scott flicked through the photographs, Missy was always in the back row next to Julie and Meade was on the far left of the picture – until they came to the 1962 slide.

‘This was the last one I took before the convent closed. The lady on the left of Father Bob looks most like the drawing in the newspaper, compared with the other photos,’ Davies remarked.

‘I agree with you, Mr Davies, there is a similarity,’ Jane said, not wanting to give too much away, though she wondered why it was the only photo where Meade was standing next to Missy.

‘Did you know Father Bob?’ Boon asked.

‘Only through visiting the convent to take the annual photograph. He came to my shop once as well.’

‘Why did he come here?’ Jane asked.

‘He wanted a small copy of the 1962 photo as it was the last picture I took before the convent closed.’

Davies’s comment made Jane look more closely at the projected image. She noticed that Meade and Missy were standing so close together their shoulders and upper arms were touching. She moved nearer and peered at the photo following the position of their arms and hands. It was hard to tell, but it looked as if their hands might have been touching.

‘Seen something of interest, sarge?’ Boon asked.

‘No. I was just trying to see if I could identify Annette Gorman,’ she said casually.

‘Did you know any of the sisters by name, Mr Davies?’ Jane asked.

‘I knew the Mother Superior, but not by name. I only ever really spoke with her or Sister Margaret when I went to the convent.’

‘Do you have any photos of the sisters in casual clothes?’ Boon asked.

‘No. They were always dressed in their habits when I went there.’

‘What about at work or play?’ Jane asked, wondering if there might be an individual close-up of Missy.

‘I did ask if I could take some photographs of their daily life, but the Mother Superior said no. I’ve got some colour ones of the convent gardens, though. I suggested the flower gardens would look nice in a calendar I wanted to make to promote my business. She took me on a guided tour, explaining what all the different flowers and shrubs were. I remember she referred to them as part of her own Garden of Eden.’

‘Sounds like she was a keen gardener,’ Boon remarked.