Katharine McMahon

On the afternoon of the day my grandmother died, I dealt with the case of a burnt letter. Blown into the foyer of Great Marlborough Street Magistrates' Court on a gust of drizzly wind, I was confronted by the usual smeU of cigarettes and wet wool. A scattering of defendants, hunched in damp...

A gerinc megtört, a borító viseltes. Evelyn is struggling to come to terms with the loss of her brother in the Great War, and to make her own way in the world - when a woman arrives with her brother's illegitimate child... Living at home with her mother, aunt, and grandmother, Evelyn is still...

Gerinc borítása enyhén repedezett.

Chapt ! ;er One '. I I .r' ¦ Italy, i8ss We arrived in Narni late on a Sunday evening. Although the door ; . to the Hotel Fina was locked the driver roused a servant who Ti stumbled out with creased shirt tails, brought in our luggage and showed us to a bedroom that smelled of unwashed...

Chapter One May 1924, London I followed my brother across a plateau where a bitter wind howled and flashes filled the sky. A sudden glare revealed churned earth and a monstrous coil of metal. My brother marched ahead, immaculate in cap and pressed uniform. I tried to keep up but floundered...

Cbaptei- One Present I i ¦¦ On the morning of that day Helena received a letter from a | stranger. / : I F/atj, 2j Greville Rd, N' Putney SWis |i March igg2 Dear Helena Mayrick, ^ * I am writing to you because you are a researcher and the granddaughter of Hubert Donaldson, the...