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now and be on his way for an early lunch.
    'What sort of bad things?' she asks gently.
    The nun looks at her sharply, eyes narrowed.
    'Two children vanished. Isn't that bad enough for you?'
    'Martin and Elizabeth Black?'
    'Yes. They disappeared. Vanished. Into thin air.'
    Judy shivers. It sounds a little like a fairy tale and she has always found these particularly terrifying. Two children go into the woods and bang! they are eaten by a wolf or enticed into a gingerbread house or given a poisoned apple by a close female relation. Vanished. Into thin air.
    She struggles to make her voice sound businesslike. 'How well did you know Martin and Elizabeth?'
    Sister Immaculata seems to have recovered her poise. 'I taught Martin,' she says, 'didn't have much to do with the younger children. That was Sister James, God rest her soul. But I remember Martin. Father Hennessey thought the world of him but he was always trouble, in my opinion.'
    'In what way?'
    'He was clever. Very interested in history. Gladiators, dinosaurs, that sort of thing. Science too. He was always trying some far-fetched experiment. Father Hennessey encouraged him, even made a laboratory for him in the basement. Gave him books to read. But he was the sort of boy who used his intelligence to make trouble. Always asking questions in class. Sacrilegious questions about the Holy Ghost and the Blessed Virgin.' She nods her head in pious reflex.
    'What did Father Hennessey think about that?'
    'He made excuses for him. The children had a tragic start in life. Their mother died. The only other relative was a drunken father in Ireland. Martin was always talking about his father, making him out to be some sort of hero. That's why, when they disappeared, we thought they might have gone to Ireland.'
    'Did it come out of the blue, their disappearance?'
    'Well, we thought Martin might have been plotting something. He'd been stealing food for weeks. Father Hennessey knew but he didn't want to confront the boy, not until he knew what was in his mind. I think he regretted that later.'
    'What did you think?' In Judy's experience, everyone likes to be asked their opinion and it seems nuns are no exception to this rule.
    'I thought he needed a good hiding. But Father Hennessey wasn't having any of that. No physical punishment, that was the rule. Not even a clip round the ear for cheekiness. Not like it was when I was at school.' She broods for a minute, lower lip stuck out.
    'I told Father Hennessey that Martin Black was trouble but he wouldn't have it. Just said the boy needed love and attention. Love and attention! Look where that got him. He ran off, taking his poor innocent sister with him. Probably got themselves killed.'
    'Is that what you think happened?' asks Judy.
    Sister Immaculata is silent for a moment and Judy sees now that she has a rosary in her hands. She is twisting the beads between her arthritic fingers. 'Yes, I think that's what happened. The world is a dangerous place for children.'
    'What did Father Hennessey think?'
    Sister Immaculata looks her full in the face, the blue eyes slightly amused. 'Haven't you worked it out yet, girl? Father Hennessey is a saint. And saints cause a lot of trouble for the rest of us.'

CHAPTER 10
    Ruth is excavating the bones. The skeleton has been completely exposed, has been drawn and photographed from all angles. Now, it is Ruth's job to remove the bones themselves so that they can go to the post-mortem. She moves calmly, placing each bone in a labelled bag and then checking it against what she calls her 'skeleton sheet', recording the measurement and appearance of each fragment. Respect and care, that's what she tells her pupils. Human bones, however old, should be treated with all the respect that you would give to a body. Excavation should take place over one day so that no fragments are lost or stolen. Every bone should be saved, recorded and preserved. Ruth has worked on sites, like the war graves in Bosnia, where many