Marcia Davenport

hen Eleanor Hilliard answeredthe doorbell on that quiet autumn after-noon, she never suspected who the shyyoung man outside could be. She neverguessed that the next three days would befilled with terror and uncertainty for her-self, for Dan, her husband, and for Cindyand Ralphie, their two...

FOREWORD I HAVE not evoked an imaginary Mozart j there is a real one. He exists for anyone to know, in his voluminous letters and in his still more voluminous works. After that it is necessary to have read the definitive biographies, and it is helpful to know the letters and memoirs of...