RAFFERTY WAS GLAD TO see Llewellyn when he got back from the dig before lunch, and interested – no intrigued –to learn what he’d discovered from the mysterious culture-vulture female that he’d cultivated.
‘Let’s hear it then. The unexpurgated version.’
Llewellyn gripped the top of his nose with his thumb and forefinger, as if he was starting a tension headache. ‘Very well. You can certainly have the unexpurgated version.’ He paused dramatically as if to tease Rafferty.
‘Well, go on, man. I’m all ears. Get to it.’
‘I met this woman, a Mrs Dunstable, as we had previously arranged, at a restaurant. Le Manga. Rather expensive, as it happens.’
‘Good luck with getting that past Bradley.’
‘If you’ll allow me to finish.’
Rafferty waved his hand.
‘She told me that Mr Briggs had recently bee
