Berlin, 1925: Berlin wasn’t Chatham. Nora’s parents stated this twice a day. Remarkably, Nora agreed with them. The bank that employed Nora’s bowler-hatted, umbrella-carrying, Times-perusing father had sent him to Berlin to oversee a merger between two financial institutions. A less cosmopolitan couple would be difficult to conjure. Father spoke nothing but the King’s English, a strange source of pride …