The boots also fit perfectly and I could tell they had never been worn. I wondered how my sister could have expected to carry off such a subterfuge wi...h little or no practice.The stables were conveniently located right within the quadrangle of the castle and the party of about a dozen young riders was ready to depart. I was the last addition to the party and they had a slightly frisky young stallion ready for me to mount. I imagined it was selected personally by Lady Marshburn to scare me from. It was March of 1944, and there were a thousand newly-built up-gunned Sherman "Firefly" tanks and 600 Lend-Lease P-40 fighters aboard -- destined for Stalin's armies, by way of Murmansk. The weather forecast called for blustery winds, with a possibility of heavy snow later in the evening. It was sleeting lightly and visibility was down to 50 feet.Jud Kirsch unbuttoned his military parka as he stepped indoors and muscled the door shut against the resistance of a frigid wind gust. Straight from. Alsover told Cindy.Cindy sat down, and her grandmother poured Mr. Clover a glass of iced tea."Now Herman, don't forget your prescription", said Ms. Alsover, and she exchanged a knowing glance with the old man. Mr. Clover reached into the breast pocket of his shirt with trembling fingers, and produced a little blue pill. After bringing it to his mouth, his hand was slightly shaking as he reached for his drink.He took a gulp and swallowed the pill. When he placed the glass back on the table,. E. huh? It has been a while." I broke the embrace, and put my hand on the small of Sally's back. "Stacy, this is Sally, my niece. Sally, this is Stacy."Once the introductions were complete. Stacy motioned for us to go in Chet's office "He'll be right in. He's talking to one of the partners." She sat back down at her desk. "It was nice meeting you Sally." She said as she was picking up the ringing phone.Chet walked in a few minutes later. "Mark, old buddy. How ya doin?" he reached out his hand,.