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‘DON’T FORGET THE APPOINTMENTS I made to see Professor Curtis and Dr Wantage, the tutors of Robert Scott.’ ‘Two tutors?’ ‘The young man’s aiming to get a double first.’ Rafferty gave the whistle he hadn’t given in Dr Simmondson’s room, then tapped his head. ‘Got it in here. This afternoon, right?’ ‘Yes. At 2 o’clock with Professor Curtis, and half-past two with Dr Wantage.’ Rafferty checked his watch. ‘Then we’ve plenty of time to get a bite to eat first.’ He rubbed his hands in anticipation. ‘I fancy a bit of High Table.’ Llewellyn looked pityingly at him. ‘Then you’re in for a disappointment. This isn’t Oxbridge.’ Rafferty’s face fell. ‘You mean they don’t all have swanky wines and Cordon Bleu cuisine?’ ‘Something like that. It’s self-service, and the fare is plain.’ Rafferty sw