'Damn.' Ginnie Campbell flung herself into her chair. 'Thought you'd be round when I saw you with that fat doctor. Knew he'd recognised me. I suppose you want to know why I lied when I said I'd not been near the consulting rooms on Friday morning?'
'That's the general idea,' said Rafferty mildly, as he looked round for somewhere to sit. The living room was as untidy as it had been on their previous visit. Rafferty even thought he recognised the same clothes scattered on the furniture. 'You might also explain how you came by the money stolen from Moon's cashbox.'
Her eyes first widened, then narrowed. Rafferty could imagine the furious thought going on behind her Technicolor eye-shadow. He wasn't altogether surprised when she immediately went on the attack.
'I hope you don't think you're
