‘Hello, miss?’ It was Boris, my carpenter, and he sounded worried. ‘Miss, I found something.’
‘Something? What? Where?’
‘I dug the hole for the post. I found …’ His voice dropped. ‘… body.’
‘A body, miss.’
‘What kind of body?’ I was thinking, for some reason, of an old car body—a Valiant or a Ford or something, and wondering how they’d got it in the door.
‘You know, bones. Skellington.’
‘A skeleton?’ I almost dropped the phone. And I’m ashamed to admit it, but my first thought was, This is going to completely stuff up my renovations…