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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<strong>Raisins</strong> <strong>and</strong> Almonds 11<br />
to fear the robbers. But now she was weeping desolately. Her<br />
make-up was being eroded into runnels by her tears, <strong>and</strong> Dot<br />
offered her a h<strong>and</strong>kerchief.<br />
‘Perhaps it can be mended,’ said Dot.<br />
‘No, it’s kaput,’ said Mrs. Katz. But she gathered up the pieces<br />
nonetheless. She <strong>and</strong> Dot stood the furniture up again, <strong>and</strong> they<br />
surveyed the room. Books had been emptied out of a bookcase,<br />
shaken <strong>and</strong> flung down. A small table <strong>and</strong> two easy chairs had<br />
been upturned <strong>and</strong> the springs were now showing in the chairs<br />
where the undersides had been ripped.<br />
‘They were looking for something,’ said Dot.<br />
‘Something small,’ agreed Mrs. Katz, drying her eyes. ‘Ai,<br />
such a silly woman I am, to cry over a plate when we are all alive,<br />
but my mother it belonged to. Apart from her Sabbath silver it<br />
was all I could bring…but the silver is still here,’ she said with<br />
relief, setting up a beautiful nine-branched c<strong>and</strong>lestick on the<br />
mantel <strong>and</strong> counting out spoons <strong>and</strong> forks into their wrappings<br />
of tissue. Dot shook out <strong>and</strong> refolded a much-darned white<br />
damask tablecloth, <strong>and</strong> Mrs. Katz replaced it in a wooden chest<br />
with the silver <strong>and</strong> the c<strong>and</strong>lestick.<br />
‘It is a Menorah,’ she said unexpectedly to Dot. ‘We are Jews.’<br />
‘Yes,’ agreed Dot, re-shelving books. Mrs. Katz appeared to<br />
be waiting for her to say something. ‘That’s what this case is<br />
about,’ she added. ‘Mr. Abrahams asked Miss Phryne to look<br />
into the murder in the bookshop.’<br />
‘Abrahams asked her? Benjamin Abrahams? And she agreed?’<br />
‘Yes, she’s a detective,’ said Dot, <strong>and</strong> blushed slightly.<br />
Detective never seemed like a really respectable profession to<br />
Dot <strong>and</strong> she still wasn’t entirely used to it.<br />
‘Mr. Abrahams, he is respected man,’ commented Mrs. Katz,<br />
after a pause. ‘Abrahams is a mensch, that’s what Max says. See,<br />
this—I am glad this is not broken. This belonged to my gr<strong>and</strong>father,<br />
who made such things.’<br />
She turned a brass key, <strong>and</strong> then lifted the lid of a small, intricately<br />
carved wooden box. It began to play a Strauss waltz, very<br />
tinkly <strong>and</strong> pretty, <strong>and</strong> in the box a small clockwork bird opened