Every Sunday afternoon James Fenton and his wife took their usual walk. The pattern never changed. Then Fenton reached his breaking point. The idea of escape had never occurred to him before. But suddenly something clicked in his brain. He was aware of a sense of power within. He was in control. He was the master hand that set the puppets jiggling. So Fenton chose #8 Boulting Street as a starting point for the greatest adventure of his life. He rang the bell and a young woman answered. Fenton had the impulse to say "I have come to strangle you." Instead he took off his hat and smiled. "Do you rent rooms?" has asked.