Cambridge University, England April 1895Vincent Silver sat in his room relaxing after a ten-mile early morning run. Twenty-three years old, tall, blonde and smart, he was the total opposite of his father. Well ahead of his time in understanding the need to look after his body with the right food and frequent exercise, he avoided alcohol and smoking, instead pursuing a rigid fitness regime every day. He had just that week finished his exams and was moving to the City to study Law. He had contemplated a year out first but was persuaded by his mother to go straight to a job his stepfather had arranged for him in his own Law firm. His future was laid out for him, yet he had an urge to do something different. When his mother had shown him the cable from his father, he had reacted. “I need to se
