A Father and his daughter sitting quietly in an English conservatory enjoying the evening summer sun. That's how it ended. But if he hadn't been so busy being Foreign secretary she might have told him what really happened in the woodman's cottage... that she hadn't fallen from her horse...that she wasn't kidnapped by Protesting Students but that she might have given the chance the assassins had been waiting for. All she would say was that a boy called Peter Ferec had 'rescued' her. She didn't tell them about his rifle, the man with the foreign accent...or the blinding agony of being fourteen.