‘Really?’

‘A crucifix is a cross with Jesus depicted or engraved on it. A cross is just a plain cross, though a nun’s cross often has the Sacred Heart of Jesus engraved on it.’

‘Is it the same as a normal heart shape?’

‘Pretty much. The symbol represents Jesus’ love for all humanity. It can be depicted in different ways. The most common is a heart with a circle of thorns, which represents the crown of thorns placed on Jesus’ head. There may also be a cross on top of the heart, which represents the crucifixion.’

Jane nodded. ‘That’s useful to know when we search the builder’s premises.’

‘I spoke with my housekeeper after you left this morning,’ Father Chris said. ‘I didn’t mention the unearthed coffin but asked her about the convent. She said it was an orphanage with about twenty or thirty children living there. Apparently, there was a fire and the convent closed, but she couldn’t remember exactly when.’

‘The building site manager mentioned there was a school which burned down before the convent closed. I’ve got a meeting tomorrow morning with my detective chief superintendent. I don’t know what course of action he will take – or if I’ll still be involved in the investigation. He may even contact the bishop himself. So I’d be grateful if you could keep this conversation between the two of us.’

‘Of course. The last thing I want to do is get you into trouble. I appreciate your honesty, and I’m still happy to help in any way I can.’

Jane gave him a relieved smile. ‘I could do with your help to identify the nun.’

He nodded. ‘Will you call me after you’ve spoken with your chief superintendent?’

‘Yes. I’ll only tell him about your offer of assistance. I’m sure he’ll appreciate it as well.’

‘Thank you for confiding in me. Is there anything you need from me just now?’

‘There’s a million questions I’d like to ask you about nuns and the Catholic Church, but they can wait until tomorrow.’ She looked at her watch. It was half past seven. ‘I’d best get off home. I’ve a lengthy report to type up.’

‘Have you had supper yet?’ he asked.

His question surprised her. ‘I was going to get a takeaway on the way home, actually.’

‘I’ve some soppa tal-armla simmering on the stove. It should be just about ready and there’s plenty for two.’

She was in two minds. Staying a little longer would give her the opportunity to discuss the case a bit more, but it would also mean a late night typing her report. She didn’t want to appear rude by declining his offer, although she didn’t have a clue what he was cooking.

‘I don’t want to put you to any bother,’ she said in the end.

‘It’s no bother at all. I’ve a small table in the kitchen where we can eat. Please, after you,’ he said, ushering her through the living-room door before him.