Chapter Fourteen
LLEWELLYN WAS RIGHT. It was Carstairs in the old film of the homosexual lovers that they'd found hidden in Moon's wardrobe.
After studying the film four times, smothering equal measures of repugnance and embarrassment, Rafferty rewound the film and began to watch it through again. 'Now I know why, every time I saw that veritable gallery of photographs Sarah Astell has of him, I had a feeling of familiarity. Of course, the film's very poor quality, and he's much younger.' Rafferty excused his own lack of observation. 'So much for his lady-killer reputation—that and his marriage must have made a pretty effective smokescreen for his real preferences.' He froze the film and nodded at the screen. 'And now I recognise the other young man, too. It's Nat Kingston. Mrs Astell tol
