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Too late I discovered my life was in the hands of men of convict descent. That they were also world kite flying champions was cold comfort, for they won by burning through other kite strings with theirs and being the last kite aloft. Yet ancestral bread theft and aerial sabotage suddenly seemed insignificant when we came within cooee of Wonnangatta Station, scene of a 78-year old unsolved double murder mystery. |