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 cleaner, don’t you think? And it uses up all that surplus wheat. Yes, the formula is quite clear, though it’s strange. Whoever wrote this, wrote it backwards.’ ‘The rabbi,’ said Phryne, delighted to confuse this confusing man in her turn, ‘is used to writing Hebrew, which goes from right to left.’ He gave her a puzzled look before he went on, ‘The rest of the steps are expressed the same way. Dashed peculiar way of setting out a process but there you are, scientists are odd bods.’ Then he started like a guilty thing surprised, and leapt to his feet. ‘Oh, gosh, Miss Fisher, please excuse me. That’s the doorbell. My wife will be feeding little Bobbie…back in a moment. Keep stirring. Don’t let it boil!’ He was gone with a slam of the door and flourish of his lab coat, and Phryne was torn between extreme frustration and a serious fit of the giggles. She had never, not even when someone had insisted on explaining political economy to her, been so thoroughly informed without having the faintest idea of what was happening. But he understood the formula, which was good, and it was some sort of discovery, which was excellent. Yossi might get his guns for Zion after all, though he would not be able to buy them in Australia. And he might decide that violence was not a solution, and try and make peace with the inhabitants after all. Try as she might, Phryne could not imagine a Jewish State. What language would it speak? How would it live? And what would persuade people who had big houses and good jobs and flourishing businesses to move to the other side of the world where they were emphatically not welcome, and work breaking rocks in a desert, probably while being shot at? Patently impossible. The colourless fluids in the large vessel did not actually bubble, but something was happening in them. Before Phryne had time to worry about a) whether the scientist had been kidnapped or b) whether the laboratory was about to explode, the young man with the curly hair was back, bearing a tray of tea. There was a silver teapot, milk jug and sugar basin, but the
1 0 Kerry Greenwood Royal Doulton cups were mismatched to bone china saucers. Dr. Treasure’s household, Phryne thought, was not short of a shilling. ‘Sorry it took so long, it was the chap next door wanting to talk about the rates, and when people around here talk about rates the conversation can get positively passionate. Will you be mother?’ Phryne, resigned to deferred explanation, poured the tea. It was good tea and there was tea cake to go with it. Dr. Treasure informed Phryne that he had come to Australia because he had been in the Great War and couldn’t bear Europe. ‘The fields look green, but they are bloodsoaked: for the longest time men have been killing each other in Europe, and I was sick of it. So I came here. Australia has no history. I like that in a country.’ He made a broad gesture, distributing cinnamon and sugar. ‘It’s spacious and it’s civilized. They don’t trust chaps like me here, and they have good reason. Look what science did in the war,’ he said soberly. ‘We found new and horrible ways to kill people. I decided that we had to be useful, or there was no excuse for us.’ Phryne murmured agreement. His fresh face and bright eyes were charming. ‘Funny thing,’ he said, ‘I heard a rumour that someone had actually succeeded in doing this, but I discounted it. It’s a philosopher’s stone, you know, an impossible dream. Now, I have the other reagents, acid and a salt, and if I just pour them into the mixture very gently—’ he did this without spilling a drop—‘now all we have to do is wait. Shall we have some more tea?’ he asked chattily. ‘What are we waiting for?’ asked Phryne, refilling his cup. ‘Why, for polymerization. Should be visible any tick of the clock—if the formula works.’ ‘I can see something,’ said Phryne. ‘Yes, there’s the little chap,’ commented Dr. Treasure. The mixture was thickening before Phryne’s eyes. As the reagents mixed, they were forming some sort of compound. It
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Royal Doulton cups were mismatched to bone china saucers.<br />
Dr. Treasure’s household, Phryne thought, was not short of a<br />
shilling.<br />
‘Sorry it took so long, it was the chap next door wanting to<br />
talk about the rates, <strong>and</strong> when people around here talk about<br />
rates the conversation can get positively passionate. Will you<br />
be mother?’<br />
Phryne, resigned to deferred explanation, poured the tea.<br />
It was good tea <strong>and</strong> there was tea cake to go with it. Dr.<br />
Treasure informed Phryne that he had come to Australia because<br />
he had been in the Great War <strong>and</strong> couldn’t bear Europe.<br />
‘The fields look green, but they are bloodsoaked: for the<br />
longest time men have been killing each other in Europe, <strong>and</strong> I<br />
was sick of it. So I came here. Australia has no history. I like that<br />
in a country.’ He made a broad gesture, distributing cinnamon<br />
<strong>and</strong> sugar. ‘It’s spacious <strong>and</strong> it’s civilized. They don’t trust chaps<br />
like me here, <strong>and</strong> they have good reason. Look what science did<br />
in the war,’ he said soberly. ‘We found new <strong>and</strong> horrible ways to<br />
kill people. I decided that we had to be useful, or there was no<br />
excuse for us.’<br />
Phryne murmured agreement. His fresh face <strong>and</strong> bright eyes<br />
were charming.<br />
‘Funny thing,’ he said, ‘I heard a rumour that someone<br />
had actually succeeded in doing this, but I discounted it. It’s<br />
a philosopher’s stone, you know, an impossible dream. Now, I<br />
have the other reagents, acid <strong>and</strong> a salt, <strong>and</strong> if I just pour them<br />
into the mixture very gently—’ he did this without spilling a<br />
drop—‘now all we have to do is wait. Shall we have some more<br />
tea?’ he asked chattily.<br />
‘What are we waiting for?’ asked Phryne, refilling his cup.<br />
‘Why, for polymerization. Should be visible any tick of the<br />
clock—if the formula works.’<br />
‘I can see something,’ said Phryne.<br />
‘Yes, there’s the little chap,’ commented Dr. Treasure.<br />
The mixture was thickening before Phryne’s eyes. As the<br />
reagents mixed, they were forming some sort of compound. It