He was in the study about to light his pipe when he heard it. Rising slowly to his feet, he left the room and went towards the sound of the piano. The haunted melody filled the house. It had been years since he last heard that song. Who was playing it? He reached the drawing-room. The door was slightly ajar and he pushed it open.
A woman sat with her back to him. He went up behind her. “Who the devil are you?” he demanded.
The music stopped abruptly and she turned around. His face whitened. “Anabella? It can’t be.”