WHEN THEY GOT BACK to the station, their phone was ringing. It was Dr Sam Dally, He wanted to know how they were getting on with the case.’
‘We’re not.’
‘I thought you had plenty of suspects. Certainly had me rushing through my work in order to speak to them.’
The day Dally rushed through his work for anybody, be they ever so important, was one that Rafferty didn’t expect to see anytime soon.
‘We have. That’s the trouble. So far, I’ve about a round half-dozen, and that’s not even counting the malcontents at school, the people who were against her various causes, the Ruritanian midgets and—’
‘Who?’
‘Never mind. We’ve no evidence against any of them.’
‘Well, laddie, you’ll just have to find some, won’t you?’
‘Easier said than done, Sam.’
‘Well, nil desperandum. You’ll get there in t
