Chapter Four
BUT OLDFIELD WASN’T saying, so they left him to his poky modern flat in a nondescript block in the poorer part of the town and drove to Diana Rexton’s parents’ place. It was a gloriously warm and bright evening, which made for a pleasant run out and for once, Rafferty was happy for Llewellyn to do the driving. He sat back and enjoyed the journey and didn’t urge Llewellyn to get a move on, as he usually did.
The house, when they found it, down one of the quiet lanes leading eventually to the A12, was an exquisite Elizabethan gem, with tall chimneys and rose-red brick softened and weathered by the centuries. The huge window of the great hall was still in place and it looked like it was the original – as he got nearer, he could see the wavy glass that had been used in the sixte
