RAFFERTY’S FRUSTRATIONS only increased when he met Alexander Smith. For the old man refused to tell him what his phone call had been about until he had had a wash and brush up and had sat down to his meal. This was all laid out on the table in front of the fire in the dark and old-fashioned sitting room when he returned downstairs.
Alexander Smith - or someone - had obviously taken a lot of trouble. There were three different kinds of sandwiches, scones with jam and cream and a large chocolate cake to finish. It was a real old-fashioned high-tea the sort Rafferty hadn’t sampled in years. And as he settled by the fire and accepted the delicate bone china cup, he began to feel better.
Alexander Smith seemed as old-fashioned as his home and his high tea. Even though Rafferty guessed he must
