‘THE BEQUEST WASN’T a dig on Sophia’s part towards her unmarried sister?’
Rafferty was back in the solicitor’s office. He wanted some answers and he wanted them quickly before another one of Selby’s blasted tea breaks came round. He suspected Selby of withholding information pertinent to the investigation, and he meant to remain in the solicitor’s office until he got it.
It seemed Mr Selby took note of Rafferty’s tightly-folded arms and mulish countenance, because after suggesting a nice cup of tea to calm him down, his eyes actually twinkled, and he said softly, ‘Dear, dear. Now that you mention it, I did feel there was a slight frisson of something less than sisterly when my client mentioned the bequest.’
‘What made you think that?’
‘It was something my client said. Now, what was it?
