Chapter 19
Sarah mounted the flight of granite steps leading to the broad bluestone verandah of Canterbury Downs. Black shutters guarded the mansion’s windows. From the enormous oak-panelled front door, to the profusion of marble garden statues, the place oozed old money. She tried to imagine a little boy bouncing balls off the dark walls or playing in the manicured garden. She failed. It seemed no place for children.
Sarah raised the big bronze door knocker cast in the shape of a boar’s head. It fell with a dead thud. Muffled barking came from the rear of the house. A chorus of dogs, big ones by the sound of them. Sarah frowned. She didn’t like dogs. After waiting for a few moments, she tried the handle. The heavy door swung in on well-oiled hinges. Sarah knocked again, this time on the
