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Chapter Nine RAFFERTY'S PROGRESS towards the house was made at a caterpillar's crawl as he digested Mrs Watson's evidence. It was a development he hadn't expected—although he had told Llewellyn he suspected one of the family had killed Barbara Longman, he found it difficult to seriously cast Henry in the role of murderer. Murderee – yes, he – had no problem imagining that at all. Even though he made allowances for the fact that Henry had just lost his wife, it was apparent that his personality had always been ineffectual. When he considered the frustration this would be likely to cause in a marriage, it was a wonder one of his two wives hadn't murdered him years ago. Perhaps they'd succumbed to other temptations instead? Had one or both of them taken a lover? Although it seemed unlikely