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 ‘Lady at the house over there says that Gibson’s been gone for six months. Says he sold up his stuff and went to join his daughter in Queensland—so you were almost right about the South Sea Isles.’ ‘That can’t be right,’ objected Bert. ‘The bloke delivered a box to Miss Lee’s last week. We’ve got the dispatch note.’ ‘Can’t have,’ insisted Cec. ‘The old lady was pretty clear about it. Said she missed him being there. She’s crippled, and she liked watching his trucks go in and out. Poor old chook. But she’s got a good dog to keep her company. A blue heeler called Sally.’ ‘I hope they’ll both be very happy,’ said Bert sarcastically. ‘But we’re at a dead end, then.’ ‘Yair, well, Mrs. Hebden told me that all Gibson’s stuff went to a dealer, and she gave me his name. And she says his top cocky driver, bloke the name of Black Jack Alderton, practically lives at the Albion Hotel since his latest job folded. That’s at the corner of Faraday Street and Lygon Street, isn’t it? That’s the next step.’ ‘Bloody beauty,’ said Bert. ‘I gotta get out of the sun, it’s as hot as bloody Cairo.’ 999 Miss Lee looked up from her book. The hard-faced warder was there. ‘You’re to pack up your things, Lee,’ she said crisply. ‘Governor’s waiting.’ Miss Lee closed the book and reached for her bag. She had been moved from cell to cell over the last four days and was used to packing quickly. She laid the last garment in her case, clicked the latches, and asked, ‘Where am I going?’ ‘Governor’ll tell you,’ said the guard. ‘Off remand, anyway.’ That must mean that she was going to trial. Miss Lee followed the wardress through the corridors. The floors in the prison were scrubbed every morning by a special punishment detail; they were so clean that an unwary mouse might skid on them. The walls were an unrefreshing shade of mud. Miss Lee preceded the
1 0 Kerry Greenwood wardress at the proper distance. In that moment she realized that her body belonged to the State, that she would never be free, and that her days on earth had been numbered by men who would shortly judge her, condemn her and kill her. And that there was nothing at all she could do to affect her fate. She would have run if there had been anywhere to run, but she was still Miss Lee, who prided herself on her control. Inside her, someone was weeping hysterically. The journey seemed to last for years. Miles of disinfected corridors were passed. They reached the Governor’s office, and she stood at attention before it as the wardress negotiated entry. It was not until she smelt Nuit D’Amour perfume in the Governor’s office that she began to hope. No one in prison smelt of anything but soap. The scent emanated from a small woman with Dutch-doll hair, a jewel-blue dress and cloche and a handful of papers. She was flanked by a plain young woman in beige linen and a policeman with a forgettable face. ‘Miss Lee, I’ve come to take you home,’ said Phryne. ‘You’ve found the murderer?’ Miss Lee fought down elation. ‘We soon will. But the police know that it isn’t you. Have you got everything? Good. Here is the order for release, here is Jack Robinson to confirm that there are no charges against you and that you are a pure and stainless soul, and here is my companion, Dot, who is going to stay with you for today. I know you would rather be alone, but we still have a few ends to tie up. This way, Miss Lee,’ said Phryne. Miss Lee found herself holding out her hand to the Governor, and almost thanked her for having her. ‘Goodbye, Miss Lee,’ said the thin woman, and smiled bleakly. ‘Congratulations.’ ‘Thank you,’ gasped Miss Lee, who had regained her honorific with her freedom. It was not until the last set of prison doors shut behind her that she found herself wondering if she would ever get to the fifth declension—res, fides and spes.
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wardress at the proper distance. In that moment she realized that<br />
her body belonged to the State, that she would never be free, <strong>and</strong><br />
that her days on earth had been numbered by men who would<br />
shortly judge her, condemn her <strong>and</strong> kill her. And that there was<br />
nothing at all she could do to affect her fate.<br />
She would have run if there had been anywhere to run, but<br />
she was still Miss Lee, who prided herself on her control.<br />
Inside her, someone was weeping hysterically.<br />
The journey seemed to last for years. Miles of disinfected<br />
corridors were passed. They reached the Governor’s office,<br />
<strong>and</strong> she stood at attention before it as the wardress negotiated<br />
entry. It was not until she smelt Nuit D’Amour perfume in<br />
the Governor’s office that she began to hope. No one in prison<br />
smelt of anything but soap. The scent emanated from a small<br />
woman with Dutch-doll hair, a jewel-blue dress <strong>and</strong> cloche <strong>and</strong><br />
a h<strong>and</strong>ful of papers. She was flanked by a plain young woman<br />
in beige linen <strong>and</strong> a policeman with a forgettable face.<br />
‘Miss Lee, I’ve come to take you home,’ said Phryne.<br />
‘You’ve found the murderer?’ Miss Lee fought down elation.<br />
‘We soon will. But the police know that it isn’t you. Have you<br />
got everything? Good. Here is the order for release, here is Jack<br />
Robinson to confirm that there are no charges against you <strong>and</strong><br />
that you are a pure <strong>and</strong> stainless soul, <strong>and</strong> here is my companion,<br />
Dot, who is going to stay with you for today. I know you would<br />
rather be alone, but we still have a few ends to tie up. This way,<br />
Miss Lee,’ said Phryne.<br />
Miss Lee found herself holding out her h<strong>and</strong> to the Governor,<br />
<strong>and</strong> almost thanked her for having her.<br />
‘Goodbye, Miss Lee,’ said the thin woman, <strong>and</strong> smiled<br />
bleakly. ‘Congratulations.’<br />
‘Thank you,’ gasped Miss Lee, who had regained her honorific<br />
with her freedom.<br />
It was not until the last set of prison doors shut behind her<br />
that she found herself wondering if she would ever get to the<br />
fifth declension—res, fides <strong>and</strong> spes.