CHAPTER TWO
A woman of about fifty opened the door to their ring. The housekeeper, Rafferty guessed. Deep lines were scored from her nostrils to her mouth and her lips were puckered, as if life had sapped her dry. Her eyes, though were sharp and bright with curiosity.
Her appearance only served to increase Rafferty's sense of foreboding. For, in an attempt to bridge the intellectual divide between Llewellyn and himself, he had recently embarked on some self-education, starting with what he chose to regard as the lighter classics, and the grim housekeeper reminded him strongly of Mrs Danvers.
In case the resemblance to the Manderley housekeeper should extend to the personality as well, Rafferty was at his most formal as he introduced himself and Llewellyn. 'We'd like to see Mr Henry Long
