Agatha Christie: By the Pricking of My Thumbs

She had almost reached the far wall now. The graves here were neglected and overgrown, nobody seemed to care about this bit of the cemetery. Many of the stones were no longer upright but lay about on the ground. The wall here was damaged and crumbling. In places it had been broken down.

Being right behind the church, it could not be seen from the road-and no doubt children came here to do what damage they could. Tuppence bent over one of the stone slabs.

She was conscious of a shadow behind her, but before she could turn her head -something hit her on the back of the head and she fell forwards on to the tombstone into pain and darkness...