Chapter Twenty-Three
‘You know, Professor Babbington, I find it strange that you didn’t claim boasting rights over young Carlton.’
‘Boasting rights? What on earth do you mean?’
‘Well, given the way you treat women, I wouldn’t have thought you’d feel your daughters much to boast about. But a son, an only son, would surely be reason for a man like you to swank?’
‘What nonsense is this?’
‘You see, I got to wondering about it. Why, when Mrs Carlton decided to put the Child Support Agency on to you, you didn’t protest for a while, and then admit that you were his father. After all, that’s what you did with your three daughters. But this time you didn’t. Doesn’t that strike you as strange?’
‘On the contrary. If you knew how much the CSA takes out of my monthly salary, you wouldn’t ask such
