It was rumoured that Hollywood stars would go to any lengths for the privilege of being photographed by the good-looking, brilliantly talented and ultra-fashionable portrait photographer Leslie Searle. But what was such a gifted creature doing in such an English village backwater as Salcott St Mary? And why - and how - did he disappear? If a crime had been committed, was it murder . . . or fraud . . . or simply some macabre practical joke?
