Chapter Seven
‘Perhaps he’s done a bunk?’ Rafferty suggested. Of course, Llewellyn immediately punched a hole in the idea.
‘Hardly likely, I would have thought. Any case against him is extremely thin. He’s an intelligent man; he must have worked that out for himself. And as you yourself pointed out, civil servants are a hardy breed. Not easily intimidated.’
‘Must have changed then, from when he was a boy, seeing as he was a victim of Ainsley’s bullying. Could be he’s the exception that proves the rule. Oh well. I’m not going to go chasing him all round the countryside. No doubt you’re right, as usual, and he’ll turn up. He’ll wait. But my throat won’t. All this walking’s given me a thirst. Let’s go back to the pub while we consider what we’ve learned.’
‘I really don’t think we should b
