straight furrow, take it from me.â
âSo,â Hennessey said, âyouâd likely drive over the disturbed soil and not see it because youâd be looking backwards?â
âYes.â Francis Bowler sucked on his empty pipe. âThatâs exactly what I am saying, chief, exactly what I am saying.â
âAnd once the plough has gone over the disturbed soil,â Hennessey continued, âit is then indistinct from the rest of the field?â
âIndistinct?â Bowler raised his eyebrows. âYou have a good way with words, sir, I like that word . . . indistinct . . . but yes, it would be indistinct from the rest of the field. You put it very well, sir.â
âThank you.â Hennessey inclined his head at Francis Bowlerâs compliment, âYour information is very useful. The grave was about four feet down . . . deeper in fact . . . the topmost bodies were four feet below the surface. There were others beneath them.â
âDeep,â Bowler growled, âa proper grave . . . proper depth.â
âYes, it seems so,â Hennessey replied. âWe thought the same. Not a shallow grave . . .â
âProper grave,â Bowler repeated, âa final resting place. We all get one.â
âProbably not as final as the person who dug it might have hoped.â Hennessey smiled wryly. âSo, tell us, how long do you think it would take to dig a hole as deep as that?â
Francis Bowler shrugged. âWell . . . wet field . . . even in the late summer and the early autumn itâs a wet old field . . . heavy soil. My wifeâs father was a gravedigger for the council in York all his days. He dug graves in Fulford cemetery and used to dig graves in churchyards also, because he was a Christian and helped out the vicar when there was a funeral and a burial to be done. Anyway, he once told me that a grave is a dayâs work for a good gravedigger. From peeling back the turf to getting six feet down, keeping the sides vertical and the bottom level . . . very important to do that . . . so you âsinkâ a grave, do you see? You work it down into the ground, down into the soil, so one grave is one dayâs work. Now the five acre, heavy, wet soil, thereâs a lot of work there I would think.â
âSo nine a.m. to five p.m. with an hour for lunch, seven hours actual labour?â Hennessey suggested.
âThat sort of time, but it would be sunk at night, you can be sure of that, gentlemen.â Bowler tapped his pipe stem against his teeth which appeared blackened with decay.
âYou think so?â Hennessey asked.
âCertain,â Bowler replied. âNo thinking about it in actual fact . . . certain as certain can be, thereâs eyes about at night, just the same, but not as many.â
âThe fields have eyes,â Hennessey said, âas you just mentioned.â
âYes . . . so youâd need to be finished by dawn. It would take all night.â Bowler fumbled some tobacco from an old leather pouch into the bowl of his pipe and then lit the tobacco with a match. He then blew strong-smelling smoke towards, but not at, Hennessey and Yellich. âDark at nine these nights, but a fit man with willing hands would have done the job in a single night, including the filling in.â
âYes,â Hennessey murmured, âI was thinking of the filling in, that would take time. Not as much as the digging, but still it would take some time.â
âThatâs an hourâs job at least.â Bowler drew lovingly on his pipe. âAnd a very good hour. It would tire a man well out.â
âJust one man with a spade, you think?â Hennessey queried.
âCould be done . . . be better with a team of men, but if it were me, Iâd use a digger, a mechanical digger.â
âReally?â Hennessey sensed a possible lead.
âAye.â Bowler once again drew on his pipe and glanced