CHAIRPERSON
When I finally got and went through to the livingroom, a very different scene confronted me there.  My father was  lying on the  floor, just  near the entrance to the kitchen, and there was blood everywhere, too much to see what had happened, or where he was wounded.  My father was already unconscious and Jan was desperately trying to revive him.    She had  roused Cathy Thompson, an American journalist who was living in the cottage at the end of our garden, and Cathy had come to help us.