'An old Captain of Cavalry, back in the days when the Cavalry was of any importance at all, retired to the Crimea, to a large house outside of Theodosia. A man with a fascination for orchids. Old, that is to say, at the time of the events I'm about to relate, though he wasn't when he came. Retired in his forties, in fact, and had been there twenty-five years or so, slowly 'going to seed', as the saying goes, if by that one can be taken to mean not shaving every day, not always fastening all the buttons of one's fly, eating only when one finds oneself hungry, and taking as scant regard for the dates and days of the week as for the hours on the clockface, although it must also be said that he did, for the first twenty years of his residence, have a housekeeper, chosen deliberately for her advanced age, slowness of movement, and general disregard for instructions and conversation. She might almost have been a ghost...' (Publication abstract)