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 />
windows. The pallid mannequins were in the same pose, hung<br />
with the same jewellery, wearing the same dresses. Foy <strong>and</strong><br />
Gibson’s at the corner of Bourke Street was still advertising<br />
unparalleled cheapness in summer garments. Art silk dresses<br />
for nine <strong>and</strong> six!<br />
The big advertising board told her that customers preferred<br />
Dunlop tyres.<br />
Exercise was soothing Miss Lee’s fears. Her stockings whispered<br />
as she walked, <strong>and</strong> she was pleasantly conscious of the silk<br />
underwear. The sun was beginning to bite, <strong>and</strong> her suitcase was<br />
getting heavier, loaded as it was with Latin books.<br />
‘I should go home first,’ she commented to Dot. ‘If I still<br />
have a home. My l<strong>and</strong>lady keeps a respectable house. She may<br />
not want me back.’<br />
‘Oh, yes, Miss, I’m sure you still have a home,’ said Dot. She<br />
was sure of this, because she had heard Miss Fisher talking to the<br />
l<strong>and</strong>lady about the matter. Miss Fisher had been very firm, <strong>and</strong><br />
when Phryne was firm even a boarding house l<strong>and</strong>lady might<br />
quail.<br />
Miss Lee led the way up the stairs to her apartment. Mrs.<br />
Smythe (with a y, please) met her on the l<strong>and</strong>ing with a pleasant<br />
smile.<br />
‘Miss Lee, glad to see you home,’ she said. She had, of course,<br />
been intending to evict Miss Lee neck <strong>and</strong> crop—imagine, a<br />
woman accused of murder in her nice house! But her conversation<br />
with Miss Fisher had ameliorated her views. A woman who<br />
has been cleared of a murder charge which should never have<br />
been laid in the first place, <strong>and</strong> who moreover had aristocratic<br />
connections, was a different matter. Miss Lee smiled faintly <strong>and</strong><br />
continued climbing.<br />
‘It all looks the same,’ she said, as she opened her own door.<br />
‘I’ll see you in an hour,’ said Dot with tact, <strong>and</strong> withdrew.<br />
Miss Lee unpacked her suitcase, put all of her prison garments<br />
in a bag to be washed, <strong>and</strong> sat down on her bed.<br />
It was all still here. Her books piled on her bedside table. Her<br />
narrow bed, made up with clean sheets. On the table which she