Extract Chapter 9: 'The Chapel in the Grove.'

“The Chapel’s just behind those bushes,” she said pointing. “It’s along here.” A line of irregular flat slabs formed a path from the terrace, like a set of huge grey footprints imprinted in the green of the grass. We followed the slabs some hundred yards to a stone circular building, one storey high. The building was finished in a conical slate roof and crowned with a small metal cross at its apex. Unlike the dressed stone of the house, these walls were rough. Some stones were massive: taller than a man and about a yard wide. Set into the walls at regular intervals were small glazed windows.
“That’s it?” I asked.
“Yes, that’s the Chapel,” Helen replied. “It’s where he died. Do you want to see inside?”