The exquisite Miss Penelope Lacey, President of Lacey Fashions Inc, leaves her sports car at the family home before walking the short distance to the house. Father Barbour, in the fading light of the misty afternoon, is standing on the front steps, staring apprehensively at an envelope. It's airmail from Daniel from Innsbruck, which he finds especially unusual as it's Hazel who usually writes them. The first paragraph is nothing but bad news...