SEVERAL HOURS LATER, tired, filthy, and in a thoroughly bad temper, Rafferty conceded defeat.
They'd been through all the outhouses. They'd found rats and garden tools and old car tyres. They'd even found Henry's portrait of his wife. It was surprisingly good, and though it was unfinished, Rafferty gained a clear idea of Barbara's personality. She gazed calmly out of the portrait, exuding an air of wholesomeness, determination and devotion to duty that a nun might envy.
They found plenty of papers too; enough to convince Rafferty that the sole responsibility for the depletion of the Amazonian rain-forests rested with the Shore family. But of Maximillian Shore's theoretical manuscript, there was no sign.
He surveyed the last of the outhouses with distaste. It was the same hotchpotch as t
