Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)

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the shop and stored it in the undercroft for the carrier, and it’s
going off to Tonga tomorrow.’
‘And has this been done?’ asked Jack Robinson. Phryne looked
at Dot, who nodded.
‘Yes, clearly marked and all sealed up, except for the one
which had the poison, of course. The hard bit was getting her to
agree to send them useless books, she said that wasn’t charity but
rubbish collection. But I talked her round by saying she could
unpack it later and send some good ones instead.’
‘Good. I suggest that my carters carry this box down to the
undercroft before the market closes tonight. Then we wait,’
said Phryne.
‘Is this an endgame, Miss Fisher?’ asked Robinson, detaching
Molly from his shoe. She had relinquished her attack on leather,
but was working her way through his shoelaces.
‘No, not chess, Jack. It’s more like snakes and ladders,’ Phryne
replied.
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Simon had left Phryne’s house in a bad mood. He felt that he
was being excluded from the action, which was about to get
interesting. He also felt that his undoubted beauty was being
insufficiently appreciated. He called on Yossi, but he was at work.
He ended up, after some desultory wanderings, in the Kadimah,
where there was always someone to talk to.
The Kaplans welcomed him gloomily and he filled his teapot
and threw in a pinch of tea.
‘It’s terrible,’ said David.
‘Oy,’ agreed Solly. ‘Tell us something we don’t know.’
‘Yossi’s work lost and the guns for Zion, where will we get
them now?’ asked Abe, drawing Hebrew letters in spilt tea.
‘The rabbi’s angry with us,’ David informed Simon. ‘He
won’t even see us.’
‘Shut the door and yelled at us to go away and repent of our
sins,’ affirmed Abe.