Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
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<strong>Raisins</strong> <strong>and</strong> Almonds 10<br />
looking more avian by the moment. ‘Bl…very lucky I didn’t<br />
eat any myself. Some ant poison or something must have got<br />
into the feed.’<br />
Dot debated whether to tell him that Mr. Lane was thinking<br />
of suing him for libel, or sl<strong>and</strong>er, but decided that it was not<br />
her argument <strong>and</strong> took her leave politely of both Mr. Gunn<br />
<strong>and</strong> the parrot.<br />
‘Polly wants…’ it temporized as she shut the door.<br />
‘Make up your bloody mind,’ said Mr. Gunn, irritated.<br />
By the time Dot reached Mrs. Johnson’s teashop she was ready<br />
for a nice cuppa <strong>and</strong> a sit down. She had drawn blanks in all the<br />
other businesses on this side of the market. Fred Marryat had<br />
shouted over the thud of his press that he hadn’t seen anyone with<br />
a book, <strong>and</strong> had offered her a special deal on personal cards, no<br />
rubbish, printed in the most elegant type <strong>and</strong> in the best style.<br />
Dot knew that visiting cards have to be engraved, not printed,<br />
<strong>and</strong> refused politely. Anthony Martin the chiropodist noticed<br />
only feet, though he was an encyclopedia of information on his<br />
special subject.<br />
‘People all walk differently,’ he told Dot, who had sat down<br />
in his chair. His shop was hung with photographs of feet <strong>and</strong><br />
posters which enjoined the reader to wear properly fitted shoes.<br />
An articulated skeletal foot occupied the counter. ‘That’s why<br />
second-h<strong>and</strong> shoes are always likely to pinch. You wear your<br />
shoe into the shape of your foot. Now you,’ he looked at Dot’s<br />
stockinged feet, ‘you walk like you’re in a hurry, lots to do, must<br />
get on. You wear your shoes on the ball of the foot. Nice straight<br />
wear though, not pigeon-toed or crooked. No bunions. Last you<br />
a lifetime, those feet. Got a good grip on the earth.’<br />
Dot was pleased <strong>and</strong> bought a tin of foot powder, guaranteed<br />
to soothe <strong>and</strong> refresh.<br />
Mrs. Johnson was blonde, pretty <strong>and</strong> slightly harried.<br />
‘I’ll do my best to help,’ she declared. ‘Imagine, arresting<br />
Miss Lee for murdering someone; it’s absurd. All the traders<br />
think so. Mr. Johnson nearly got himself arrested, calling the<br />
police a gang of Bolsheviks. Of course, he is hot tempered,’ Mrs.