I wish I could recount how, once Guy had bolted, our life returned to the way it once was. But I cannot. This was only the beginning of the hunt that was to go on over the following months and years for the Third Man, the Fourth Man, the Fifth Man ... At the age of nine I became used to hearing my father described as Goronwy Rees, ‘who is heterosexual’; my mother was once approached by a newspaper reporter, who, hoping to gain her confidence introduced himself by saying, reassuringly: ‘It’s all right to talk to me, Mrs Rees, I’m bisexual,’ In high places, the disappearance of Burgess and Maclean created alarm and panic which was to take a very long time to calm down; it also caused consternation among those, in all the disparate parts of the Establishment, who had been touched by what my father described as Guy in his self-appointed role of Figaro – the go-between, the fixer, the man who was all things to all men and the tireless meddler in other people’s affairs.