B espoke was a Victorian house on a hill, a block long and replete 
with wings, turrets, atria, and breezy verandas. Hackworth was not senior 
enough to merit a turret or a balcony, but he did have a view into a garden 
where gardenia and boxwood grew. Sitting at his desk, he could not see the 
garden, but he could smell it, especially when the wind blew in from the 
sea.