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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1 Kerry Greenwood<br />
‘Shimeon comes into the shop,’ said Phryne. ‘He is supposed<br />
to plant the formula first <strong>and</strong> then to collect his reward, perhaps<br />
a note which says that an arms dealer has been arranged for this<br />
war in Palestine, God help them. But he didn’t do that. Perhaps<br />
he was cleverer than the others, or more suspicious. Perhaps that<br />
goes with being born in Salonika, where they know more about<br />
conspiracy than gentle innocent Australia. You can see how it<br />
happened, Jack. Exactly as Miss Lee says it happened. He opened<br />
the book, groped for the hiding place as Simon is doing, then his<br />
right index finger met the razor blade. A thin cut, like a paper<br />
cut. It was a trivial injury, so he didn’t scream <strong>and</strong> draw attention<br />
to himself. But it was a fatal injury, because the blade was<br />
loaded with strychnine crystals. You can still see them. Someone<br />
has used paste to make the blade sticky. Then he turned to Miss<br />
Lee, falling, <strong>and</strong> held out his h<strong>and</strong> to her, to draw attention to<br />
the wound. He tried to speak to her, but he failed.’<br />
Simon stared at the exhibit, still holding the book. He was as<br />
white as a sheet. The attendant constable noticed that he looked<br />
very sickly <strong>and</strong> moved towards him.<br />
‘They found no strychnine in the stomach,’ said Robinson.<br />
‘There’s a report from the toxicologist, too. It was pure strychnine,<br />
chemically pure. Not the mixture they use to poison rats.<br />
This is an awful thing,’ he said slowly. ‘A trap for the most<br />
unsuspecting. Just when he thought that he was going to get<br />
what he wanted.’<br />
‘A cruel thing,’ said Phryne. ‘The product of a cunning mind.’<br />
‘But whose mind?’ dem<strong>and</strong>ed the policeman.<br />
‘Ah, that,’ said Phryne, ‘we have yet to ascertain. But I tell<br />
you one thing, Jack dear, it wasn’t Miss Lee.’<br />
‘She could have been an accomplice,’ said Robinson, without<br />
conviction.<br />
‘Have a heart,’ begged Phryne.<br />
‘You’re right. We’ll release her this afternoon. All charges<br />
dropped <strong>and</strong> her release proceeding from sure <strong>and</strong> certain knowledge<br />
of her complete innocence,’ said Robinson, heavily.<br />
‘There’s a good policeman.’ Phryne patted his arm.