“What do you mean? Call it Swallow’s Nest and not The Laurels?” A flight of birds passed over their heads. Tuppence turned her head and looked back towards the garden gate. “Swallow’s Nest was once its name. What’s the rest of that quotation? The one your researcher quoted. Postern of Death, wasn’t it?” “No, Postern of Fate.” “Fate. That’s like a comment on what has happened to Isaac. Postern of Fate—our Garden Gate—”
