‘QUITE A REVELATION,’ Llewellyn commented as the Bignalls’ front door closed behind them. A chill and gusty wind had developed, and they both hurried to get into the car and out of its path. ‘I’m surprised Mrs Bignall told us anything about the rape and its consequences when, on the face of it, it gives both her and her husband a strong reason for wishing Seward dead.’
‘True,’ Rafferty agreed as he turned the ignition and started the car. ‘Either she hates her husband – I imagine he must sometimes be pretty overbearing – and wouldn’t be sorry to see him banged up, or she really does love him and doesn’t think he did it. Still,’ Rafferty remarked, once he’d got the car in gear and rolling at a speed suited to the urgency of his needs, ‘she can’t be sure which way we would jump. And as I sa
