Sir Henry stared absently through the French windows at the long avenue of beech trees. A Clydesdale, shoulders down, hauled a wagonload of hay towards the great timber framed barn and a group of labourers, scythes and rakes over their …
Gerald let himself in at the front door, slid his briefcase under the walnut cabinet, slip off his jacket and hung it on the balustrade at the bottom of the stair. He unfastened the buttons of his waistcoat and stood …