Chapter 42: Sir John SynclaireI sat in my study at Thorny Walk House nursing a glass of sherry. I was well past my eightieth birthday, and I was truly feeling my age.
My older sons had been lost: to a foolish War and an even more foolish automobile accident. And my youngest son…The distance between us was greater now than when the Atlantic Ocean had separated us.
At my behest, Warrick had returned to England. But he had no sooner arrived at my home in London than he was off to Kent, to assess the extent of the damage on Thorny Walk House, he said.
The extent of the damage…
I no longer had an interest in astronomy, although I was rather touched that Warrick had seen the House was equipped with an observatory.
Had I remembered to thank my son for that?
And why had I made him replace th
