'A game was in progress: he could see the cards flash down. Ace, King, Queen, Knave. And Hearts were Trumps. He couldn't see their faces. The faces of the players, around the table, that is. But he was used to that...' It is1929. In the years since the Armistice, blind war veteran Frederick Rowlands - now running a small holding in Kent - has done his best to establish a secure existence for himself and his young family. His days of taking risks are over - or so he very much hopes. But then his old friend Chief Inspector Douglas asks for his help in tracking down the killer of a beautiful...