“My s****l preferences are well known within my collection of friends. I take it you know what I"m talking about, Smith. I"m just about holding off accusing you of putting him up to it. Your career is finished along with his if you are involved!”
Dicky could smell Beaufort"s breath and perspiration as he threw the envelope, containing the damning photograph, in his direction. It fluttered rather than slammed to the floor, much to Lord Reginald"s dissatisfaction.
“If that had been Cardiff then he would have gone through to the rat infested basement!” he raged.
Although the room was well furnished, Lord Reginald was not seated. He preferred to pace up and down with heavy stamping steps. The shapely bottle of Hennessy XO brandy had not been touched nor had the plate of assorted sandwiches,
