Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK) Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
Raisins and Almonds ‘You don’t have nothing to go on,’ protested Bert. ‘Quite right. It’s pure intuition. Something is afoot and I want to know what it is. Just exist there and see what information drifts your way. Usual rates?’ The two men looked at each other. ‘How long?’ asked Bert. ‘Only we can’t leave the taxi business for more’n say a week tops—Cec’s saving up to get married end of next year.’ ‘Oh, congratulations!’ said Phryne. Phryne’s first case had involved her with a rapist and abortionist. One of his pitiful victims had been Alice Greenham, the girl of Cec’s heart, but she had hitherto put off his suit until she felt that he had had enough time to change his mind. His dogged refusal to do so had at last, it seemed, paid off. Cec grinned. ‘Champagne with dessert, if you please, Mr. Butler,’ said Phryne. ‘Can you tell Mrs. B with my congratulations that we could not have had a better lunch at the Ritz in London? It was superb. Especially the salmon mayonnaise,’ added Phryne, who had been aware of a certain amount of plate-flinging while it was cooking. Mr. Butler bowed and withdrew to get the champagne glasses and tell his wife the good news. ‘All right, Miss, we’ll do it,’ conceded Bert, ‘but it ain’t going to be easy if you don’t know what we’re looking for.’ ‘I know. Give it a try. I’m gambling on a feeling—that’s never reliable as a cause of action but it often works, eh?’ Bert agreed and took some more chicken. ‘What about us?’ asked Ruth, taking up an asparagus spear and sliding it into her mouth. She wasn’t sure how to eat them until she had seen Phryne do the same. The taste was new and she savoured it. Phryne was watching. Was Ruth to be pro-or anti-asparagus? She liked feeding her adopted daughters new things; their reactions were different. Jane decided right away if a taste was good or not. Ruth was willing to give even boiled pumpkin ten or more tries before she decided that she loathed it. Ruth reached for another piece. Asparagus was definitely on her menu.
4 Kerry Greenwood ‘You’re going to afternoon tea with the Levin family. Just watch and listen. Customs will not be different, or not noticeably. If it’s a kosher house you won’t get milk with your tea if there are meat sandwiches. Talk to Simon about it—he’ll brief you. Now, this afternoon I will see the autopsy report on the poor young man, and we’ll go from there.’ ‘But, Miss Fisher,’ protested the scion of the Abrahams fortune, ‘you haven’t given me a task! I’m part of this team, too, aren’t I?’ ‘I have a task for you,’ said Phryne, with such deep meaning that Simon blushed and took a sip of wine the wrong way. When he had finished coughing, the conversation turned to the Eastern Market and the changing face of the city. Dessert was fruit salad with a little cointreau. Jane and Ruth stayed to toast Cec’s coming nuptials in a little champagne before they went for their briefing with Simon on Jewish Customs and How Not To Outrage Them. He found them disconcerting. They sat either side of him on the couch, looking sweet and very young, and asked acute questions which indicated that they had not only heard everything he had said but had analysed it. ‘So the kosher laws are derived from Leviticus,’ mused Jane. ‘Cloven-hoofed mammals that chew the cud. Would that include giraffe?’ she asked. ‘I don’t know,’ said Simon. ‘What about whale?’ ‘I don’t know,’ he repeated. ‘A whale isn’t a fish, is it?’ ‘No,’ replied Jane patiently, ‘it’s a cetacean, but in the bible the whale that swallows Jonah is called “a great fish” so the desert fathers probably thought a whale was a fish, and it certainly has bones. Unlike a shark, which is cartilaginous.’ ‘Well, we cannot eat flake.’ Simon was delighted to have something to offer. ‘Hmm. I can see that I should have talked to Rebecca about her customs before. They are really interesting,’ said Jane. She collected Ruth and they left the room to find the Bible and read Leviticus in preparation.
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<strong>Raisins</strong> <strong>and</strong> Almonds<br />
‘You don’t have nothing to go on,’ protested Bert.<br />
‘Quite right. It’s pure intuition. Something is afoot <strong>and</strong> I<br />
want to know what it is. Just exist there <strong>and</strong> see what information<br />
drifts your way. Usual rates?’<br />
The two men looked at each other.<br />
‘How long?’ asked Bert. ‘Only we can’t leave the taxi business<br />
for more’n say a week tops—Cec’s saving up to get married end<br />
of next year.’<br />
‘Oh, congratulations!’ said Phryne. Phryne’s first case had<br />
involved her with a rapist <strong>and</strong> abortionist. One of his pitiful<br />
victims had been Alice Greenham, the girl of Cec’s heart, but<br />
she had hitherto put off his suit until she felt that he had had<br />
enough time to change his mind. His dogged refusal to do so<br />
had at last, it seemed, paid off. Cec grinned.<br />
‘Champagne with dessert, if you please, Mr. Butler,’ said<br />
Phryne. ‘Can you tell Mrs. B with my congratulations that we<br />
could not have had a better lunch at the Ritz in London? It was<br />
superb. Especially the salmon mayonnaise,’ added Phryne, who<br />
had been aware of a certain amount of plate-flinging while it was<br />
cooking. Mr. Butler bowed <strong>and</strong> withdrew to get the champagne<br />
glasses <strong>and</strong> tell his wife the good news.<br />
‘All right, Miss, we’ll do it,’ conceded Bert, ‘but it ain’t going<br />
to be easy if you don’t know what we’re looking for.’<br />
‘I know. Give it a try. I’m gambling on a feeling—that’s never<br />
reliable as a cause of action but it often works, eh?’<br />
Bert agreed <strong>and</strong> took some more chicken.<br />
‘What about us?’ asked Ruth, taking up an asparagus spear<br />
<strong>and</strong> sliding it into her mouth. She wasn’t sure how to eat them<br />
until she had seen Phryne do the same. The taste was new <strong>and</strong><br />
she savoured it. Phryne was watching. Was Ruth to be pro-or<br />
anti-asparagus? She liked feeding her adopted daughters new<br />
things; their reactions were different. Jane decided right away<br />
if a taste was good or not. Ruth was willing to give even boiled<br />
pumpkin ten or more tries before she decided that she loathed<br />
it. Ruth reached for another piece. Asparagus was definitely on<br />
her menu.