Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
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1 4 Kerry Greenwood<br />
hard on a bloke’s hair. His had already been appreciably thinned<br />
by some of her cases. It was going to be hot. The streets already<br />
had the faint, glazed look which spoke of pavements just about<br />
to soften <strong>and</strong> shimmer.<br />
‘P’raps the neighbours’d know,’ suggested Cec, diffidently.<br />
‘You take that side of the street,’ sighed Bert, ‘<strong>and</strong> I’ll take this.’<br />
They split up <strong>and</strong> began knocking on doors. Bert began to long<br />
for the good old days of ferrying drunks from one side of the city<br />
to the other. More than that, he could do with a good cold beer.<br />
999<br />
Phryne, policemen in tow, opened the door of Miss Lee’s shop.<br />
The little bell rang tinnily. The room was clean, but already a<br />
slight film of dust was settling on the polished desk. It felt shabby<br />
<strong>and</strong> desolate. Jack Robinson was not in the mood for excitable<br />
females, though he was vaguely wondering why she was carrying<br />
a craft knife <strong>and</strong> a pair of thick gloves.<br />
‘Well, Miss Fisher?’<br />
‘Now, Jack, is the shop the same? No one has been here?’<br />
‘It looks the same,’ he said warily.<br />
‘I’ve told you all about Yossi’s formula. I have told you about<br />
Mrs. Katz <strong>and</strong> the burglary of my own house. Now there’s something<br />
I have to conjecture. Part of the fun of being a conspiracy<br />
is the ridiculous mumbo-jumbo which men so enjoy. Passwords,<br />
you know, <strong>and</strong> secret h<strong>and</strong>shakes <strong>and</strong> all that sort of thing. It<br />
must be something endowed with the male hormone we hear<br />
so much about in these gl<strong>and</strong>ular days. Anyway, like schoolboys<br />
playing catch with trinitrotoluene, those unworldy scholars used<br />
to pass their information to each other by putting it in one of<br />
the unread books in Miss Lee’s shop. Shimeon the go-between<br />
put the formula into a book.’<br />
‘No, he didn’t,’ objected the policeman. ‘We’ve had all those<br />
books out <strong>and</strong> shaken. There wasn’t anything hidden in them.’<br />
‘That’s what you think. I was talking to these poor bunnies<br />
last night <strong>and</strong> they told me that Shimeon had hidden the formula<br />
in a book. I thought as you did, <strong>and</strong> then Simon showed