Perplexed, Nell shook him off. ‘What do you mean, “take over”? Is this all just part of some elaborate scheme?’ ‘Not elaborate, as such,’ Calista confessed. ‘Fairly crude really. Silas wanted to get you alone, away from Bryn Heulog, to be able to explain everything he needs to explain. And there was some background to his story I felt I might be able to fill in with a bit more . . . detachment.’ ‘So - the roses - whose idea were they?’ asked Nell. ‘I take it that they’re something to do with one of you?’ ‘They’re my doing,’ said Silas. ‘I was here earlier this morning. But the roses aren’t part of any plan. I come here and lay fresh flowers on the graves every couple of days.’ ‘Not on every single grave, obviously,’ said Nell, perturbed. ’And I don’t understand why.’ She glanced around. ‘Is it only these three graves or -’ ‘There’s one more, just over there.’ Silas pointed vaguely, then glanced at Calista, who acknowledged him with a nod.
