CHAPTER 12
The House Without A Back‘Christmas!’ said Luke as he brought his small car to a standstill in a newly laid out drive as big as a bus park. ‘Is this a house?’
Mr Campion made no attempt to move but sat looking wide-eyed at the ‘improvements’ which Miss Pinkerton had warned him had overtaken Potter’s Hall, Fanny Genappe’s little farm where the larks once had nested. It was a melancholy prospect. After his first wave of dismay, it became obvious to him what had occurred. A rambling Tudor farmhouse, not unlike The Beckoning Lady, had been embellished at some time during the past century with a pretentious Georgian front one room deep, while a fine range of hunting stables, complete with clock tower, had been added at the northern end. Possibly the result had not been unpleasing,
