THEY HEADED FOR THE stairs. Rafferty turned to Llewellyn and remarked, ‘Professor Curtis certainly knows how to get the best out of the serving staff.’
‘He’s been here for years, and always makes a point of treating them well. It must make a pleasant change, because some of the lecturing staff tend to be a trifle arrogant and speak to them as if they were some form of latter-day serf.’
‘And your favourite lecturer? Is he popular with the lower echelons?’
‘I can’t say.’
Couldn’t? Or wouldn’t? But given what Rafferty knew of Babbington, he guessed the latter. Llewellyn just didn’t like to put into words that Professor Babbington was one of those who thought serving staff beneath his notice.
They stopped at Wantage’s door, and Llewellyn knocked.
The door was flung open, and Wantage gape
