It was late spring in the year of 1958, and the weather in the Midwest was unseasonably cool. This was particularly true in St. Louis, Missouri. Thus, the two women waiting at the passenger terminal at Lambert Airport had been obliged to wear light jackets when venturing from home.
The two women varied widely in age, yet there was a definite similarity in their appearances that spoke mute testimony to their being related. And indeed they were. The tall, statuesque, gray-haired elderly woman was Agatha Etheridge, wife of the late, renowned chemist, Dr. Percival Etheridge, and