ON HIS WAY BACK TO the station, Rafferty instructed Llewellyn to stop off at the hospital. He wanted to visit Matheson, who had regained consciousness. He left Llewellyn in the car, fretting about the only parking space he could find, which was beside an enormous Chelsea Tractor.
‘Wait here,’ he said tersely. ‘I doubt I’ll be long.’ Shaking his head at Llewellyn, Chelsea Tractors, and the sky that had come over gloomy, with several large and threatening clouds, he made his way through the hospital’s maze of corridors.
Matheson seemed none the worst for his experience. He spoke lucidly, clearly recognising his family who had been at the hospital all this time. He waited patiently, while Matheson’s mother and father hugged him, showing their love and relief. His parents began to move, expr
