A wickedly irreverent and erotic take on the 1920s' English Country House Murder where no-one is quite what he seems but most are only too happy to be very demonstrably glad to be gay.
'Oh, God, he's ...'
What? Queer? About to get his dick sucked? Hung like a horse? Begging for it? 'What, Belinda? He's what?'
By this time Morgan had rebuttoned his fly, done a decent (but far from perfect) job of concealing his engorgement, and staggered out of our cupboard.
... 'Oh Harry!' She teetered toward him. 'He's ...,dead!'