Chapter 50
Extract from They Do It With Strings podcast
‘The Tin House’: Episode Four
[Sound of shovels and earth being moved]
Noah: On a wintry afternoon in late December, a group of knowledge-hungry investigators gathered in the Atherton cemetery to begin their grisly task.
Clouds blotted the watery sun, hiding its view of the blasphemous sight below.
The companions circled a tiny, grey stone hidden by the moss of time, determined to uncover the secret of Beth Hallow once and for all.
Bridie: Moss of time?
Harold: You don’t half talk some drivel, Noah.
Noah: I’m creating an atmosphere. Podcasts rely on this sort of thing. You can’t just say ‘we turned up and dug around a bit’.
Harold: Well, some of us did.
Noah: If that’s aimed at me, that spade you gave me wasn’t strong enough to get through the frozen ground.
Harold: Something wasn’t strong enough.
Noah: I didn’t realize how far we would have to dig down.
Midge: I don’t think any of us are overly familiar with grave robbing.
Noah: It’s not robbing, is it? We’re not taking anything. In fact, there’s nothing there. No bones.
Midge: Well, there are, but you are right . . .
[Sound of clinking]
. . . these are definitely adult bones. So where is the baby?
[Silence, except for the sound of breathing]