“Hold on,” he said suddenly. He placed the small, 5x7 photos on the floor beside him and returned his attention to the album. The page on which it had fallen open contained a wide, landscape print. At its centre stood a smartly dressed man in his mid-to-late 50s, complete with a waistcoat and a thick, well-groomed moustache. Next to him, a plain but equally well-attired woman smiled pleasantly, the clutch of pearls around her neck offsetting the sleek lines of what was obviously a very expensive dress. She looked younger than the man. Around them, two beside and one in front, were three girls, their teeth gleaming amid half-moon smiles; all of them dressed in the sharply-cut uniform wear of domestic staff. The hallway in which they were photographed looked opulent; an ornately framed mirro
