Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK) Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
Raisins and Almonds 1 1 that they want to buy guns to start a patriotic war in Palestine, but they can do that just as illegally by selling this compound of Yossi’s on the open market. There is some sort of elaborate mind in this: the same mind that managed to kill poor Simeon in Miss Lee’s shop. A scheming mind.’ ‘I’ll ask them, but I don’t think they’ll tell me,’ said Simon. ‘No, I expect we’ll have to find it by ourselves.’ ‘About this hiding place,’ Simon teased. ‘I can show you a really good one.’ ‘Oh, indeed?’ ‘If you’ll show me yours.’ ‘No,’ said Phryne, and drank some more champagne. ‘Oh, well.’ Simon took up the Occulta Philosophica, a leatherbound folio. ‘Now, where would you hide something in a book?’ ‘At page thirty-five,’ said Phryne, lighting another gasper from the butt of the first. ‘You’re chain smoking,’ reproved Simon. ‘Just folding it into the pages, that’s not safe. Anyone comes along and shakes the book, your secret is revealed.’ ‘Stop nudzing me, I’m a victim of crime and I’m a bit shaken. Where, then, do I hide my paper in a book?’ asked Phryne, irritated. ‘Here.’ Simon laid the book down, spine upward, and opened it. The leather binding gaped, revealing a tunnel between the spine and the cover. ‘See, you fold your paper into a spill and slip it down here. Then to get it out you just pick up the book, open it like you are reading it, and then feel down that gap for…Phryne! Are you all right?’ ‘Oh, my God, he had a cut on his finger,’ said Phryne. ‘What did I say about an elaborate mind?’ Simon, alarmed at her sudden pallor, quoted, ‘You said that whoever did this had…’ ‘An elaborate, scheming, evil, murderous mind,’ said Phryne, fanning herself with one hand. ‘A really nasty mind. I’m looking forward to meeting him.’
1 Kerry Greenwood ‘Phryne, would you like to tell me what you are talking about?’ asked Simon. ‘Not tonight. Bring the bottle. Come and lie down with me,’ she said faintly, stubbing out her cigarette. ‘What with one thing and another, Simon, darling, I don’t want to sleep alone.’ 999 Morning brought Greek coffee and Dot, looking rather severe. ‘There’s things all out of order,’ she reproved. ‘All the soaps have been moved and someone’s dropped a bottle of them expensive French bath salts. And the towels have all been unfolded and bundled back anyhow. What were you looking for, Miss? I left your things out on the dressing table like I always do.’ Phryne, sitting up reluctantly, shoved her hair out of her eyes and shook the smooth shoulder of the sleeping boy. ‘Wake up, Simon, it’s morning. That wasn’t me, Dot dear, we had a burglar. He didn’t take anything. Ring that nice carpenter, I forget his name, and get him to put a lock with a key on my windows, will you? Not bars. I don’t want to be kept imprisoned by my own security. But a nice solid lock.’ ‘A burglar?’ Dot put down the coffee and boggled. ‘What, a burglar in the house, here, when we were all asleep?’ ‘Dot, if you say “We might have all been murdered in our beds”, I’ll scream,’ said Phryne, who had woken up cross. ‘We weren’t touched and that’s fortunate for the burglar. Otherwise I’d have his guts for garters. Curse the horrible little hoodlum.’ ‘You might say, “May beets grow out of his stomach”,’ suggested Simon, sleepy with satiated desires, lapped in more luxury than he had ever imagined. ‘That was one of zayde’s, my grandfather. He was good at curses. His favourite was “May a fire burn in his belly to boil his brains.” Wicked tongue, my grandfather, alav ha-sholom.’ ‘Amen,’ agreed Phryne. ‘It’s all right, Dot, don’t worry. If it would make you feel better, why not ask Hugh to sleep in the spare room for the next couple of nights? This should be over soon.’ ‘Oh?’ asked Dot, uneasily.
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1 Kerry Greenwood<br />
‘Phryne, would you like to tell me what you are talking<br />
about?’ asked Simon.<br />
‘Not tonight. Bring the bottle. Come <strong>and</strong> lie down with me,’<br />
she said faintly, stubbing out her cigarette. ‘What with one thing<br />
<strong>and</strong> another, Simon, darling, I don’t want to sleep alone.’<br />
999<br />
Morning brought Greek coffee <strong>and</strong> Dot, looking rather severe.<br />
‘There’s things all out of order,’ she reproved. ‘All the soaps<br />
have been moved <strong>and</strong> someone’s dropped a bottle of them expensive<br />
French bath salts. And the towels have all been unfolded <strong>and</strong><br />
bundled back anyhow. What were you looking for, Miss? I left<br />
your things out on the dressing table like I always do.’<br />
Phryne, sitting up reluctantly, shoved her hair out of her eyes<br />
<strong>and</strong> shook the smooth shoulder of the sleeping boy.<br />
‘Wake up, Simon, it’s morning. That wasn’t me, Dot dear, we<br />
had a burglar. He didn’t take anything. Ring that nice carpenter,<br />
I forget his name, <strong>and</strong> get him to put a lock with a key on my<br />
windows, will you? Not bars. I don’t want to be kept imprisoned<br />
by my own security. But a nice solid lock.’<br />
‘A burglar?’ Dot put down the coffee <strong>and</strong> boggled. ‘What, a<br />
burglar in the house, here, when we were all asleep?’<br />
‘Dot, if you say “We might have all been murdered in our<br />
beds”, I’ll scream,’ said Phryne, who had woken up cross. ‘We<br />
weren’t touched <strong>and</strong> that’s fortunate for the burglar. Otherwise I’d<br />
have his guts for garters. Curse the horrible little hoodlum.’<br />
‘You might say, “May beets grow out of his stomach”,’<br />
suggested Simon, sleepy with satiated desires, lapped in more<br />
luxury than he had ever imagined. ‘That was one of zayde’s, my<br />
gr<strong>and</strong>father. He was good at curses. His favourite was “May a<br />
fire burn in his belly to boil his brains.” Wicked tongue, my<br />
gr<strong>and</strong>father, alav ha-sholom.’<br />
‘Amen,’ agreed Phryne. ‘It’s all right, Dot, don’t worry. If it<br />
would make you feel better, why not ask Hugh to sleep in the spare<br />
room for the next couple of nights? This should be over soon.’<br />
‘Oh?’ asked Dot, uneasily.