He paused and lit another cigarette. He coughed for a little while. He was thinking hard.
'Still got that smoker's throat, Callaghan?' asked Gringall.
'Yes,' said Callaghan. 'I'll have to give 'em up one day. I smoke too many.'
'Go on,' said Gringall.
'It's not goin' to take a Sherlock Holmes to decide this case,' said Callaghan. 'I hadn't been able to make a report to my clients because I hadn't got any facts. I'd got theories and theories aren't much use when you're gettin' £100 a week to report.
'Work it out for yourself,' he went on. 'I'd just got goin'. I'd just found out that Raffano was the boy who'd been takin' Wilfred for a nice walk down the garden path. Well, this feller Raffano was pretty well organized over here. He must have had some brains because although his technique
