IT WAS STRANGE HOW history repeated itself, Rafferty reflected as Mrs Griffiths let them in and left them to wait in the library. This had been one of those cases where it had happened frequently; even Charles Shore had commented on it, he remembered. Rafferty had the eerie sensation that a malevolent and ghostly brain had been guiding its path.
Once again, they waited in the library for Henry to appear. Or rather, not just Henry, for Rafferty had made it clear to the housekeeper that he expected to see the entire household; family, staff, the lot. He wanted plenty of witnesses when Henry confessed, enough to make a later retraction impossible. He was determined that no-one would have cause to accuse them of police brutality when Henry finally admitted the truth.
Fleetingly, as the minut
