Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)

110 Kerry Greenwood
‘Nice kitty,’ said Dot. ‘Now, I’m going well. Only the clerk
to find. We can get the carter from the dispatch note, it will be
in Miss Lee’s ledger. No, I can’t see any line of enquiry which
might lead me to the clerk. I wonder if Miss Phryne has thought
about an advertisement? With a reward. That might bring him
out of the woodwork.’
She looked down at a sharp hiss. The wheat cat had decided that
if there was any patting going it wanted some too, and the corn
cat was objecting to this intrusion into her territory. Dot stroked
both, then drew the piece of butcher’s paper from her purse.
The lady in the hat was called Mrs. Katz, and she lived in
Carlton. Dot walked around the corner of the market into
Bourke Street, past tailors and mercers and Rob’t Fulton,
Chemist down the hill to Swanston Street, where she caught
the number 11 tram.
999
Miss Lee paused in the construing of a difficult verb in The Gallic
Wars to remember with a desperate pang that she was captive
and in danger of death. The fact hit her like a physical pain and
she clutched at her breast, feeling her heart knife.
Then she returned her gaze to the page, and the prison guard
heard her murmuring ‘Rego, regis, oh, Lord, protect me, God
have mercy on me, regis…’
That one wouldn’t have to be dragged screaming to the
gallows, thought the guard approvingly. She wouldn’t give any
trouble to her executioners.
999
Simon Abrahams was sulking.
Here he was, witty, handsome and young, possessed at last of
a lover, a beautiful woman who had lain in his arms and ravished
his senses, and she had deserted him. She had basely sent him
away while she studied alchemy (of all things), enjoining him
to be a good boy and not bother her while she was trying to
make sense of a lot of medieval writings in illiterate Latin and