"When May came that year in Rutherford, it was more beautiful than anyone could ever remember. More beautiful, and more terrible... From inside their sprawling estate of Rutherford Park, the Cavendish family had a privileged perspective of the world. On the first morning in May, 1915, with a splendid view that reached across the gardens to the Vale of York, nothing seemed lovelier or less threatening. And yet... At the risk of undoing the Cavendish...