Silently Percy made quick progress over the broken, undulating Irish countryside towards the old Tudor timber-framed building of Grange Manor, as the saboteur that he was. His slim body and alert mind made him nearer to a fifteen-year-old than the fiftieth birthday he had just passed. Almost all his lost weight had returned along with his physical strength, losing none of his agility nor guile. Anything that was lacking was replaced by the mental image he had retained of his sister being subjected to her disgusting death, which he had never lost. Needing no incentive, nor artificial medical aids, he systematically set about what he"d come for. Unbolting the outhouse door where the four Dobermans were, he threw the anaesthetic soaked pieces of meat into the middle of the straw-covered floor
