Rafferty found Mrs ffinch-Robinson waiting for him when he got back to the station. She wore an air of vindicated self-righteousness — everything she had said having proved true — and seemed to have taken up occupation of his visitor's chair as though she intended a lengthy stay.
Rafferty, hungry and looking forward to breaking his post mortem fast, gave a long-suffering sigh. Unfortunately, she was just the sort of person he found it most difficult to deal with; not only serious-minded and unlikely to appreciate his jokes, but also self-assured, strong-willed and convinced she knew best. But as his conscience didn't fail to remind him that he had a lot to thank her for, he did his best to look pleased to see her.
As soon as he sat down, she began to criticize, the cut-gl……
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