Chapter 17

It came this time right enough, and it nearly cost us both our lives. But since it didn't quite, and moreover was responsible for a magnificent work of art, all was well. It lies before me as I write--that work of art. It consists of a photo of a family group, taken by a local photographer down in Sussex and printed on a picture post card. Sitting on a chair is a girl--a pretty girl with happiness written all over her face, and on her lap are two remarkably healthy-looking infants. Standing behind her is the proud …