In the dining room of his luxurious room in Wakefield, Ben Calvert sat at the head of the table, flanked by his daughter Kitt Mead, and Jessie Calvert his wife. They were sipping their after dinner coffee by candle light, for Jessie knew quite well that her well-kept greying hair, her carefully guarded skin, showed Ben the best advantage. At a glance, one might think this would be a happy family...