Chapter Five
BACK AT THE STATION, Rafferty threw off his coat and shouted for tea, commenting, 'though, diplomat or not, you must admit that Astell rather got on his high horse when I asked him for those names,' With a ragged grin, he added, 'For a moment there, I sensed Bradley's PIMP-mobile on my heels. Still, if Astell goes scurrying off to Bradley to complain, you'll be able to confirm that I was politeness itself. I even threw in plenty of "sirs". He had no call to get quite so sniffy.'
'Even an honest man is prone to anger when his honesty's questioned.'
Rafferty nodded absently. Probably Llewellyn was right, and they'd find that Astell had been the soul of scrupulousness. But, he reflected, if he'd had his hands in the till up to his armpits, he was hardly likely to admit to it.
