On a lovely autumn afternoon in 1882, William Trenchard sits smoking his pipe in St. John's Wood. When the creak of the garden gate heralds the arrival of an unexpected visitor, he is puzzled but not alarmed. He cannot yet know the havoc and destruction this handsome stranger will wreak on all he holds dear.
The stranger announces himself as James Norton, but claims he is in reality Sir James Davenall--who ostensibly died by his own hand eleven years before, a man to whom Trenchard's wife, Constance, had been engaged to be married. Now he has returned to London, determined to repossess his inheritance and all that goes with it.
The stranger announces himself as James Norton, but claims he is in reality Sir James Davenall--who ostensibly died by his own hand eleven years before, a man to whom Trenchard's wife, Constance, had been engaged to be married. Now he has returned to London, determined to repossess his inheritance and all that goes with it.
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