"For Arthur Rowe the trip to the charity fete was a joyful step back into adolescence, a chance to forget the nightmare of the Blitz and the aching guilt of having mercifully murdered his sick wife. He was surviving alone, aside from the war, until he happened to win a cake at the fete. From that moment, he finds himself ruthlessley hunted, the quarry of malign and shadowy forces, from which he endeavors to escape though his mind remains obstinately...