Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)

Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK) Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)

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Chapter Ten Whole Dispositions, vertues and naturall motions depend on the Activitie of the heavenly motions and Influences. —John Dee, Mathematicall Praeface Dot wasn’t sure what to do next. Here she was at the correct address in Carlton. It was a workman’s house, of light and dark stone with a slate roof, very dark and uninhabited-looking. She had unlatched the wrought-iron gate, tripped over the statutory misplaced brick and rung the doorbell. It had made a ratchety broken sort of noise, a strangled clockwork grunt. Dot knocked firmly with one gloved hand and the front door swung open. So she stood in the dark doorway, wondering what to do. It was clearly unsafe to leave one’s front door open. No one would have done so unless they were at home. If it had been someone whom Dot had previously met she would not have hesitated. But there was something so intrusive about entering a house where she had not been introduced…. While she was thinking about it, she listened. The house, as far as she could see, was of the usual Carlton cottage design. Two rooms beside a central corridor, leading into a main parlour

11 Kerry Greenwood which had the kitchen and the bathroom behind it. All the blinds were closed, even though the day was not hot. The house smelt of furniture polish and burning; something had been left unattended on the stove. That decided Dot. There was probably something wrong in a house where the front door was ajar, but there was definitely something wrong in a house where the front door was ajar and something had been left on the stove. Possibly the lady of the house had been called to an emergency and had neglected to take what Dot’s nose told her was probably fish cakes off the gas, but if that was the case she would not be offended if a stranger came in and, with the best of motives, prevented her house from catching fire. Dot hurried down the hall, through a disordered parlour and into the kitchen, where she found a gagged woman in a heap on the floor and a pan well alight on the stove. Dot opened the back door. Then she grabbed a teatowel, wadded it up and carried the flaming pan out into the yard. She laid it down and smothered it with earth. The pan had been burning for some time. It fumed unpleasantly. Then Dot returned to the woman. She wasn’t dead, Dot was pleased to note. She was already trying to sit up, hindered by being attached to a chair by what Dot judged were probably stockings. ‘Mrs. Katz?’ Dot asked. ‘Don’t struggle, I’ll try and get the knots undone.’ Dot first stood the chair up and then removed the gag, another teatowel. ‘Wasser,’ croaked the woman. Dot spoke only English but this was clear enough. ‘Water?’ she asked. The woman nodded. Dot brought her a glass of water and held it as she gulped, then knelt to try and undo the knotted stockings. Mrs. Katz, who appreciated a rescuer who knew how expensive stockings were and did not immediately dive for a knife to cut them, coughed and said, ‘Oy gevalt, such a thing to happen!’

Chapter Ten<br />

Whole Dispositions, vertues <strong>and</strong> naturall<br />

motions depend on the Activitie of the heavenly<br />

motions <strong>and</strong> Influences.<br />

—John Dee, Mathematicall Praeface<br />

Dot wasn’t sure what to do next. Here she was at the correct<br />

address in Carlton. It was a workman’s house, of light <strong>and</strong> dark<br />

stone with a slate roof, very dark <strong>and</strong> uninhabited-looking. She<br />

had unlatched the wrought-iron gate, tripped over the statutory<br />

misplaced brick <strong>and</strong> rung the doorbell. It had made a ratchety<br />

broken sort of noise, a strangled clockwork grunt.<br />

Dot knocked firmly with one gloved h<strong>and</strong> <strong>and</strong> the front<br />

door swung open.<br />

So she stood in the dark doorway, wondering what to do. It<br />

was clearly unsafe to leave one’s front door open. No one would<br />

have done so unless they were at home. If it had been someone<br />

whom Dot had previously met she would not have hesitated.<br />

But there was something so intrusive about entering a house<br />

where she had not been introduced….<br />

While she was thinking about it, she listened. The house,<br />

as far as she could see, was of the usual Carlton cottage design.<br />

Two rooms beside a central corridor, leading into a main parlour

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