Chapter Twenty-Two
Admittedly, it seemed a bit hard on Carlton. But Rafferty still had the muggings to solve. So he invited Tom Earnshaw in to listen to Carlton’s voice, to see if he recognised it. He even went to fetch him himself, as he was desperate to get out of Llewellyn’s vicinity.
His sergeant was mourning his lost idol and was currently unbearable. Though Rafferty, just before he exited the office, asked, ‘Why the hell you ever came to think so much of Babbington’s beyond me. The man’s a drunk, a lecher, a—’
Llewellyn turned his head around, and said, ‘I wouldn’t expect you to understand. But one forgives anything in a man of his intellect. If you could only read his translation of Seneca from the Latin. It’s sublime.’
Rafferty could only shake his head, say, ‘I’ll have to take
