| Character | Line # | Attribution | Subtitle | |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Wellette | 01 | WellF | They dug up my father's grave, they did! And buried a whole sackful of their ill-gotten gains down there. | |
| Wellette | 02 | WellF | Don't you talk to me about the Plough Boys. I know a thing or two about those boys. | |
| Wellette | 03 | WellF | They're heartless bastards. Just think what they did to poor Edmund. | |
| 04 | [LINE MISSING] | |||
| Wellette | 04 | WellF | That's right. We buried his bones in a box. One night I saw them mucking about in the graveyard. I was too afraid to look too closely, so I waited till morning. There's the box with my father's bones in it, cast aside like it was nothing, next to the flowers I laid down for his birthday, and his grave's a big pile of fresh dirt. | |
| 06 | [LINE MISSING] | |||
| Wellette | 07 | WellF | Victims don't clink. | |
| Wellette | 08 | WellF | I tried to rebury him, but the vicar threw me out of the cemetery. Thought I was the one who desecrated it. Now I can't go near there. | |
| Wellette | 09 | WellF | Do you ... do you think you could help me? | |
| Wellette | 10 | WellF | I know you helped Edmund. | |
| Wellette | 11 | WellF | If you could meet me at the churchyard at night, you could dig it up for me. Bring me five bottles of whiskey and I'll keep the bobbies from bothering you. And a shovel, obviously. | |
| Wellette | 12 | WellF | And if you find the treasure, we can give it to the police to return to its rightful owners. Most of it, anyway, right? | |
| Wellette | 13 | WellF | You're a godsend, young man. There's so few righteous men these days. |
Explains the small graveyard on the side of the Church of St. Genesius. Continues into Grave_Digger_Churchyard.