consequence of the system of law and
order established to root out the social disease it creates. By defining that which is
unlawful we ensure that the law will be broken.’ It was a concept that naturally found
favour with his students and had the merit of forcing the more intelligent ones to argue
vehemently with one another, and even occasionally to think. This was a notable
achievement at Kloone, and added to Dr Osbert’s already considerable reputation. But
for the most part he spent his time in libraries or at the Public Record Office going
through box after box of documents in pursuit of the information he needed.
But if his father and mother had influenced him, so too had his cousin Vera. From his
earliest childhood he had always done what she wanted. She was five years older than he
was and, being a kindly if slightly promiscuous girl, had been only too ready to show him
the certainty of her sex. From that moment of adolescent revelation Purefoy had been
ambiguously devoted to Vera. He had spent many hours thinking about her and had been
sure he was in love with her. But she had gone her own way and Purefoy had pursued other
less uncertain quantities. It was only much later, when he met Mrs Ndhlovo, that he knew
himself to be truly in love…’
One evening, in the mistaken belief that he was going to hear a lecture by a leading
authority on Prison Reform in Sierra Leone, he found himself sitting in the front row of
an evening class Mrs Ndhlovo was giving on Male Infertility and Masturbatory
Techniques. The class was well attended and while Purefoy had learnt some of the facts of
life from Vera, he learnt a great many more from Mrs Ndhlovo. She was particularly
interesting on _coitus interruptus_ and means of avoiding _ejaculatio praecox._ Above
all she was beautiful. It was not solely her physical beauty that appealed to him so
much: she had a beautiful mind. In a curiously unnecessary pidgin English she spoke
in detail about clitoral stimulation and fellatio with a calm assurance that left him
almost breathless with admiration. And desire. Within the course of that first hour he
had found his true love and when the following week he was there in the same seat looking
adoringly up at her splendid lips and eyes while she showed some particularly horrible
slides of the effects of female circumcision on mature women in East Africa, he was
certain he was in love. After the lecture he introduced himself and their relationship
began.
Unfortunately for Purefoy Mrs Ndhlovo, while fond of him, did not reciprocate his
feelings. Her first marriage in Kampala had not been an entirely happy one The
discovery that Mr Ndhlovo already had three wives and that the first wife had been the one
to suggest that he marry again had rather spoilt the honeymoon. All the same she had loved
him in her own way and felt genuine sorrow when he disappeared and was rumoured to be
among the other contents of General Idi Amin’s freezer. The fact that they were no longer
there when the General was ousted and fled to Saudi Arabia had done nothing to set her
suspicions to rest. By then she had left Uganda and had come to Britain to start a new
career in education. Within a few months she had gained a considerable reputation at
Kloone by stating openly at parties that her Johnny had almost certainly been part of
‘that black bastard Idi Amin’s late-night snack’. Such outspokenness on interracial
matters had until then been unheard at the University, but no one could find fault with
Mrs Ndhlovo. She obviously had every right in the world to talk like that about the man
who had murdered and consumed her husband. She had been there in Uganda and she had
suffered terribly. The fact that she was very attractive and knew so much about sexual
practices in Africa and, it seemed, just about everywhere else in the world also helped to
make her a popular figure.