Tony Branthwaite had become one of the luckiest guys in Britain. He'd lived a fairly mundane existence working as administrator in an east London exhibition company. He'd been married but it hadn't worked out because he discovered he was bisexual. They divorced, splitting their assets. That done, there was no possibility of further claim as they'd had no children.
Imagine his joy when he read in The Goss that mean old uncle Marcus was dead and they were looking for possible heirs to the estate. This was compounded when he alone inherited Marcus's house and savings.
He quickly moved in.