Publisher's Synopsis
PRIVATE KETTLE was laying the table. It was a very ordinary table in the room of avery ordinary French farmhouse, the floor of red tiles, the black stove just a blackstove, the chairs plain and practical. Two family photographs hung on the wall, opposite the window, with a picture of the Bleeding Heart between them. One of thephotographs had been smashed. It hung awry, anda piece of sacking applied to one of the lattices explained the disaster. At ten- fiftya.m. on that November morning, a German machine-gun, firing its last burst in thewar, had put a stream of bullets through that farmhouse window..
