Chapter Ten
HOWEVER, BEFORE RAFFERTY could ask Henry any questions – penetrating or otherwise – someone rang a piercing demand for entry on the front doorbell. Almost tripping over his own spiderlike legs, Henry scurried out to answer it. He returned with Llewellyn in tow; a Llewellyn who, to Rafferty's secret satisfaction, looked to have had the puff removed from his pedantry by the garrulous and ungrammatical Mrs Watson.
Damn good job, too. It might make the Welshman think twice before pulling him up again. He turned his attention to the whey-faced Henry and was about to begin questioning him when the man made for the door.
'Please excuse... Don't feel well.' He clasped his hand over his mouth, dived for the door and disappeared—again.
Irritated at the latest delay, Rafferty began a
