Chapter Twelve
The week was rushing by. Already it was Thursday and another busy one. Rafferty decided to leave Don Westlake and David Lodge to stew, rather than question them again with the same result.
He decided instead to listen to some girlish confidence and see Pauline Palmer, the school secretary.
Pauline Palmer came into the office and stood there looking around her as if she had never seen the Head Teacher’s office before. She looked at Rafferty and Llewellyn and gave an uncertain smile.
‘Come in, Mrs Palmer. We don’t bite,’ Rafferty assured her. Then, taking a glance at Llewellyn who had stood up at her entrance and looked serious, he laughed, stood up himself, and added, ‘Well only small nibbles, when we’re very hungry. Please, won’t you sit here?’
She advanced and quickly
