Chapter 31

Her father had bought them the house when he and Kitty had married in 1911 and he’d had his promotion to Detective Constable. Kitty had been delighted with its modern conveniences and he had been pleased with the gardens and the proximity of the Heath. She had flitted about, an excited sprite in fashionable pastel drapes, talking about their future, organizing decorators who painted things in sunny shades of yellow and spring green, and ordering modern furniture and carpets. He had put in the hours in his new position as Detective Constable, worrying slightly about the small outstanding mortgage, and concerned with his career.