In Ben Calvert's house on 11th Street in Wakefield, breakfast had as usual, been a silent meal. The new Mrs Calvert, Jessie, presided over the coffee urn at one end of the table, looking fresh and well groomed in an attractive housecoat, doing her best to present an illusion of a woman happy in a successful marriage. The women's section of the morning's newspaper was open before her, while Ben at the other end was engrossed in the daily financial reports. Then there was a ring at the doorbell, and a moment later, Lucy the maid entered with a yellow envelope, which she handed to Mr Calvert...