Chapter Twenty-One
The drive to Cambridge to see Victoria ‘Brains’ Watson was smooth, with no traffic hiccups and they arrived just before lunch. Ms Watson saw them in her college rooms. She didn’t invite them to eat with her at High Table. Which was a shame, as Rafferty was starving, and he’d heard how well college professors did for themselves at table, particularly the older, richer colleges like Corpus Christi. He supposed he’d have to settle for sandwiches from the nearest baker’s.
Victoria Watson’s rooms were utilitarian in the extreme, with none of the lavish ostentation for which Rafferty had heard Oxbridge professors were renowned.
He and Llewellyn perched on a wooden settle by the window and Victoria Watson sat on an equally uncomfortable looking upright chair opposite them. S
