Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
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Kerry Greenwood<br />
pathologist paid no further attention to it or to the bruises.<br />
No tattoos, scars, or identifying marks <strong>and</strong> he had all his own<br />
teeth. His wisdom teeth had not fully erupted so his age was<br />
estimated at between sixteen <strong>and</strong> twenty-five. Cause of death:<br />
strychnine poisoning. Contents of stomach: a starchy scented<br />
fluid composed of bread <strong>and</strong> black tea. Subject died about one<br />
hour after eating this austere last meal. Fingernails <strong>and</strong> contact<br />
traces: substance under the nails referred for chemical analysis.<br />
Phryne leafed through the folder <strong>and</strong> found another report. It<br />
was found to be common glue, such as is used by carpenters<br />
<strong>and</strong> shoemakers. Chemical burns on the h<strong>and</strong>s.<br />
To the sound of a Detective Inspector slurping his way<br />
through a second cup of tea, Phryne reviewed her notes. There<br />
was no doubt that he had died of the effects of strychnine. The<br />
pathologist had made a note:<br />
‘No strychnine found in the stomach contents, but it passes<br />
into the bloodstream quickly, being one of the most fast-acting<br />
poisons.’<br />
Phryne replaced all the pages, ordered them quickly, <strong>and</strong><br />
closed the folder. She replaced it exactly as it had been, laid her<br />
notebook on the hall table, <strong>and</strong> came in saying brightly, ‘Well,<br />
Jack dear, how nice to see you! Is Mr. Butler looking after you?<br />
No, really, I couldn’t eat another thing, Mr. B, not after that<br />
wonderful lunch.’<br />
‘Miss Fisher,’ said the policeman, st<strong>and</strong>ing up <strong>and</strong> swallowing<br />
a mouthful of scone. ‘Nice of you to ask me to tea. No one has<br />
a h<strong>and</strong> with scones like Mrs. Butler.’<br />
He wasn’t adverting to the report which he had carelessly left<br />
on the table where any passing nosy woman could read it, so<br />
Phryne didn’t mention it either. She sat down at the tea table.<br />
‘Any news?’<br />
‘No, no one seems to have seen anything. However, I’ve got<br />
hopes of something breaking soon. Has to be soon, or the case’ll<br />
go stale <strong>and</strong> my chief’ll go spare. You got anything?’<br />
‘Not really, but you shall have it as soon as any of it makes<br />
sense. You know Miss Lee didn’t do it, Jack, don’t you?’