‘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
