AFTER A SURPRISINGLY restful night, given the several anxieties currently besetting him, Rafferty arrived bright and early at the station on Sunday morning. He was so early that he even beat Llewellyn in, which was a pity, he thought as he observed the latest reports piled on his desk awaiting his attention. Llewellyn was the paperwork wallah. Rafferty much preferred his sergeant to give him a brief résumé of their contents. If nothing else, it saved him cluttering his mind up with needless irrelevances.
After arming himself with strong tea from the canteen, Rafferty made a start on the pile. He was skim reading his way through when Llewellyn arrived.
Distracted, Rafferty gave a brief nod in response to Llewellyn’s greeting. After skimming through the current report, he put it face down
