The second of her two co-workers in the kitchens, Sister Joseph, the former Margaret Andrews, was, for all her sixty-five years, meek, mild, and very shy and appeared unwilling to say boo to a goose or, indeed, boo or anything else to them, either. She couldn't have been a greater contrast to the tall, thin and aristocratically nervy, Sister Agnes or the short, round sister Perpetua with her rosy benevolence.
Two of the other nuns, Sisters Bernadette and Elizabeth, had been visiting a sister convent in the north of England for the past two months, and had only returned a couple of days ago, so, if Sam Dally was correct in his estimated time of death, both were unlikely to have had anything to do with their man's death.
Rafferty wasn't surprised to learn, as nun followed nun into the offi
