RAFFERTY’S ONLY PLEASURE the evening of Babbington’s remand, and after his failure with Edmunds, was that he was home in time to see his darling baby girl in her bath. But even as he sat smiling as she splashed, he became aware of a little niggle. A trace of doubt about Anthony Babbington’s guilt had burrowed its way under his defences and refused to be shifted. He tried to shrug it off, knowing that it had only been stirred by Llewellyn’s comment the previous day, that someone else might have made them a gift of Babbington, but was unable to do so.
He was still convinced of Babbington’s guilt. But what if Llewellyn was right? God knew, they were a clever bunch at that university, with degrees coming out of every orifice. Any one of them – or several someone’s – were well-capable of setti
