CHAPTER FOURMelville-Briggs opened a door on the first floor that overlooked the drive and said to the woman behind the desk, 'these are the investigating policemen, Mrs. Galvin.' He didn't bother to introduce them. 'I believe I mentioned that they require a room?'
She acknowledged this with a nod, and then glanced at Rafferty. 'I imagine you require details of our staff, their duties, hours of work and so on?'
Rafferty nodded encouragingly. Her voice was pleasant; low and musical. She was perhaps in her early thirties. An attractive, delicate-featured woman, there wasn't a strand of dark hair out of place in the ruthlessly neat French pleat, and Rafferty wondered what hidden depths such an outwardly controlled appearance might be concealing. There seemed to be an air of constraint betwe
