Jenny Petherbridge was a widow, a middle-aged woman who had been married four times. Each husband had wasted away and died; she had been like a squirrel racing a wheel day and night in an endeavour to make them historical; they could not survive it. She had a beaked head a...
CHAPTER FIVEWatchman, what of the Night? About three in the morning, Nora knocked at the little glass door of the concierge's loge, asking if the doctor was in. In the anger of broken sleep the concierge directed her to climb six flights, where at the top of the house, to the left, she would find...