CHAPTER TWELVE
Rafferty was glad of the excuse to get away to London. It would give him a brief respite from the endless reports as well as from the increasingly hang-dog look that Llewellyn had worn since his mother's arrival. He was convinced that his fears about the visit were coming true. Especially as, when in the office, Llewellyn had taken to spending a large part of his time uncharacteristically staring into space, and his face, long and lugubrious at the best of times, seemed now to be permanently creased by frowns.
Rafferty had already tried several times to find out the worst from his Ma and sisters, but none of them returned his calls. Now, becoming paranoid, he decided they were making him sweat it out as punishment for inflicting Llewellyn's Welsh dragon mother on them. If
