Chapter Twelve
SIR ANTHONY POSITIVELY beamed as they entered his office. 'I understand you've got some good news for me? I must say, I never thought...'
Diplomatically, he bit off whatever he had been going to say, but Rafferty guessed it would have been less than complimentary.
'Ahem, do sit down. 'It's a great relief that you've discovered the culprit,' Melville-Briggs went on. 'And so promptly. It's obvious that Smythe was the man, of course. He's just the type to need to turn to prostitutes for s****l gratification.'
Melville-Briggs appeared to have forgotten his slanderous accusations against Nathanial Whittaker, Rafferty noted with amusement, as the doctor continued smoothly. 'And although I appreciate your courtesy in keeping me personally informed, surely you should be at the s
