XVBethan parked up and walked the short distance from the car-park to the library. In the small local studies section, she found Roland, the best source of local history knowledge in town.
“Ah, yes, the Francis family!”
Bethan baulked slightly at what he was about to say, but Roland chuckled and led her to a shelf of books. As he spoke, he searched the titles. “The Francis family were very prominent in the town up until around eighteen-sixty, when the then patriarch caused a huge scandal by running off with a music hall dancer, leaving behind his wife and sixteen children.”
“Sixteen! Oh my god! Poor woman.”
He pulled out a book and flicked through the pages. “Hubert Francis, there he is,” he turned the book towards Bethan, and she could see a black and white photo of the family. Hubert
