[h3]The Gravedigger and Nicola Hoffman[/h3]

"Fine," trhe gravedigger spat, planting his spade in the dirt of his partially dug grave, clambering out then pausing to wipe his hands on the front of his trousers, "But you won't find anything of interest."

They weren't far away it turned out.  Less than 200 metres before the gravedigger stopped, pointing at a line of freshly filled graves, "Second one on the right." he grunted, "Some communist boy who the freikorp shot got put down there," he grimaced, patting his pockets, seemingly looking for a cigarette and not finding one, "Anyway, the others got put in later.  Some are Nationalists.  Some are Communists.  They all go in the same boxes," he added, eyeing Rudy to see what his reaction to that comment might be.

"Perhaps," Nicola put in, "There is someone who uses this area because, and forgive me if I'm wrong Sir, but there's nobody here at night."

"No, there isn't," the gravedigger grunted, "Even we get time off.  And accidents happen in the dark... though the boy was here after dark... that's odd, come to think of it."