Captain O’Harris looked sick to his stomach after hearing Clara’s revelations. “We have to dig them up.” He and Clara were stood before the garage staring at the wide doors set into the Southern side. “It will be a lot of work.” O’Harris answered reluctantly. “Your uncle could be lying down there.” O’Harris scratched at his ear. “I suppose if they just dismantled this section it would be feasible. I can arrange it for sure.” O’Harris sighed, “Clara, I’m really worried you are building a case for my aunt to be a murderer.” “I am not.” Clara reached out for his sleeve, “Now, there will be no work done today so why don’t we discuss that list of servants?” As she spoke the first drops of a heavy spring rain shower fell on them. O’Harris glanced at Buzzard, who he had been cleaning as Clara arrived. “Very well. Go into the drawing room, I need to get the old girl under cover.” With that they went their separate ways. Clara was almost overwhelmed with elation.
