CHAPTER FOURTEEN
'What was it?' Llewellyn asked. 'An overdose?'
Rafferty confirmed it. 'The little girl's nanny found her in time and she's had her stomach pumped out.' He met Llewellyn's eye and smiled wearily. 'I'd say this clinches the case against her, wouldn't you?' The phone rang again. It was the hospital. Quickly Rafferty got put through to the doctor looking after Mrs Astell and, after a bit of persuasion, managed to get him to agree to let them see her for a few minutes.
Sarah Astell was pale, but dry-eyed. She was sitting up in her hospital bed when they arrived and appeared surprisingly calm, as if her recent brush with death had insulated her from earthly troubles. Astell, in the chair beside the bed, tried to prevent them questioning her, but when Rafferty over-rode him he
