‘SO, INSPECTOR – OR should I call you Mr Blythe?’
Her words brought back clearly to Rafferty his early conviction that Caroline Cranston was the one most likely to see through his disguise. But in true Libran style he’d chosen to bury the anxiety. Now, too late, he realised she had known from the start that he wasn’t Nigel Blythe. Unfortunately, he thought he understood her motives for keeping his secret. He wished he didn’t. It was a suspicion she confirmed when he asked her if she had known.
‘I have a very good eye for faces,’ she told him. ‘It was clear to me when I looked at the photograph on your document that you weren’t the real Nigel Blythe. Whoever he is, he has a certain style that you lack.’ Mockingly, she added, ‘I imagine his suits fit him rather better, too.’
‘So why—?’
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