CHAPTER SEVEN Rafferty found Mrs ffinch-Robinson waiting for him when he got back to the station. She wore an air of vindicated self-righteousness — everything she had said having proved true — and seemed to have taken up occupation of his visitor's chair as though she intended a lengthy stay. Rafferty, hungry and looking forward to breaking his post mortem fast, gave a long-suffering sigh. Unfortunately, she was just the sort of person he found it most difficult to deal with; not only serious-minded and unlikely to appreciate his jokes, but also self-assured, strong-willed and convinced she knew best. But as his conscience didn't fail to remind him that he had a lot to thank her for, he did his best to look pleased to see her. As soon as he sat down, she began to criticize, the cut-gla