6. Then Richard’s grey-blue eyes scanned the Braille-like inscription on the tombstone and glinted at what he saw,

JAMES JONES JEFFREY
SON OF MR. AND MRS. J. O. JEFFREY
LABRADOR LODGE
BLACKDOWN
WALES
BORN JULY 29th 1912 LOST HIS LIFE IN A FIRE ON THIS SPOT, FEB. 2nd 1940 IN A VAIN ATTEMPT TO SAVE HIS BABY DAUGHTER EMILY AGED 18 MONTHS. GREATER LOVE HATH NO MAN THAN THIS.
Suddenly, an avalanche of questions came into his head. The wording was different. That was strange. Why had it been changed? Why were the words, “Having saved his wife he died in the flames” missing from the tombstone’s final inscription? What had happened to cause the wording to be altered and Emily’s name highlighted? Was somebody trying to tell him something? Were the differences significant at all? Richard felt a greater unease than ever before. He knew there was something terribly wrong but he couldn’t put his finger on it. He remembered a great deal what he had heard tell of by the older folk in the place.
Now he was asking his own questions.
A gentle tap on his shoulder snapped him out of his thoughts. “Do you know the story behind this grave?”
Startled, Richard turned to see a 6’8” man with a sharp-looking face and tousled black hair towering over him kneeling on the ground.
“All I can make out is what’s here on the inscriptions.”
“Then I think you had better come back to the house with me and listen to what I have to say. Things are not what they seem.”
The big athletic man helped Richard to his feet and together they set off. Richard felt that buzz again as he walked back along the dusty