Simon stopped long enough at the library to look up David

 Allen in the services section of the 1948 Raleigh City

 Directory. Allen's showroom and office were at 104 N. West St.

 He specialized in tile, ceramic, faience and marble stonework.

    Simon found Kim and Scott sitting on lawn chairs in their

 back yard.

    "I've got it," he said to them. "There's no baby buried here.

 In l948, a stoneworker lived in this house with his wife and her

 parents. The marble rabbit, the bird bath - they didn't get

 broken over the years. They were already broken when he brought

 them here. Why waste good marble? I believe that he was

 engraving that baby's gravestone when he dropped it, or maybe

 his chisel slipped, making that big crack. He brought the ruined

 stone home and used it as a paver for this terrace."

    Kim slumped back into her chair, relief showing in her smile.

    "That has to be the right explanation," Scott said. "It makes

 so much sense."

    "I'll help you dig under the stone right now, just to make

 sure," Simon said.

    "First, have a slice of this pie you brought us," Kim said.

 "It's delicious, but you already know that. I felt much better

 after I had some."

    "That's what chocolate, fat and sugar are for," Simon said.

 "And thank you, I'd love a piece."