Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)

114 Kerry Greenwood
most restrained. It reminded Bert of a book of Realist posters
someone had sent Miss Fisher. He mentioned it to Cec. ‘They
could make a bloody huge bronze out of it and call it “Spirit of
Fruit” or “Man Conquering Nature”,’ he suggested.
Cec chuckled. They stopped at Miss Ivy Brown, Pastrycook,
and bought a pie and sauce. The rest of the top floor was inhabited
by a couple of fancy goods shops, a music seller and a maker
of the sort of solid leather trunks which can stand by themselves
and house a modest family of three, and their dog.
‘Wouldn’t want to get a bodgy cargo net under that,’ said
Cec consideringly. ‘Make a bloody big hole in the dock,’ agreed
Bert through his pie. ‘Good pies, these. Right, now what about
the next floor down? Just a quiet stroll, mate.’
‘Too right.’ Cec was relieved. It looked like Bert was getting
the feel of the place. He always liked to do that. In the trenches
at Poziéres, Bert had often suggested a little recce into No Man’s
Land. He said it relieved the monotony.
They walked into Exhibition Street in time to hear a scream.
‘Murder!’