"George took a phone call from Denise Burton daughter of the famous BerylBurton from Morley Leeds. "Hello is it true you are having a parade ofpast a...d present champions. If it is then I would like to be entered.Mum if she was still alive also would have wanted to be there. Mydaughter wishes to wear her grandmother's medals and shirt. She alsobears the name Beryl."Denise said, "Beryl the younger wishes to speak to you George." Hello I am Beryl and I am allowed to bring Grandma Beryl and. It was a bedroom-- the bed lay in front of the window-- and unlike his featureless white rooms, these walls were a rich red and decorated, in the area he could see, by some sort of tribal mask or sculpture and a wrought iron candle holder. Burton gazed idly at it, trying to make out the sculpture-- a bird? a leopard?-- when suddenly a pair of legs entered the picture, striding along the edge of the bed. He turned hurriedly away just as the blur of a female form flopped onto the bed; vaguely. . her teeth were chattering too hard. She was afraid she'd bite off her tongue if she tried to speak.The shivers and chatters were the combination of Lake Superior water flooding out of the Soo Locks and coming off the adrenalin after getting shot at."Where have you been?" We've been looking all over for you." You're soaking wet?" There's a hole in your sleeve?" Is that really a bullet hole?" I'll bet you're frozen." You're shaking like the last leaf of Autumn in the first storm of Winter." You. It was very brief and consisted of Grace giving the chap our address and making an appointment for him to come to see us. Being at a loose end, so to speak, we took a walk down to the prom after lunch. As sometimes happens, there was a mist rolling in from the river, so there wasn't much to see and it was chilly. In fact, it got so it wasn't that easy to see the path. We stopped off at the Heritage Sailing office, where Eva was comfortably ensconced behind the counter and Jim working away at.