CHAPTER FIVELlewellyn looked up from his study of the Hospital Yearbook that Mrs Galvin had lent them as Rafferty entered their temporary office the next morning and flung himself into a chair. 'Still no sign of the murder weapon?'
Llewellyn shook his head. 'They should finish searching the hospital and its grounds today. Has Dr. Dally been able to give you any idea what the weapon might be?'
'Hasn't a clue.' Rafferty pulled a face. 'Won't admit it, of course. I don't suppose any blood-soaked clothes have shown up, either?'
Llewellyn shook his head again. 'And we’re still waiting for any match on the fingerprints. Staffing problems. Fraser said he'll ring back if they come up with anything.'
Rafferty nodded. 'Perhaps I should ask my old ma to light a few candles for us? We'll need all
