Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)

Chapter Fifteen
Surely in vain the net is spread in the sight of
any bird. And they lay in wait for their own
blood; they lurk privily for their own lives.
—The Holy Bible, Proverbs 1:17–18
The undercroft was darkening as one by one the glaring electric
bulbs in their wire cages were switched off. It was hot and
humid. The air was foul with exhaust fumes. The market stank
of spoiling oranges from the fruiterer’s pig bin, old peaches and
mangoes past their prime.
Phryne Fisher had found a comfortable barrel to sit on, with
a good view of the pile of packages and boxes which were stacked
ready for the carrier’s van on the morrow. She was shielded from
casual view by the galvanized iron gate of Mr. Doherty’s feed
and grain store. She wondered if he had any sunflower seeds and
stifled a high-tension chuckle. Next to her Detective Inspector
Robinson sat and worried. His men were placed as carefully as
in a chess game, but there were three entrances and he knew that
he could not control them all if his pieces had to remain out of
sight. He had a deal with Miss Fisher. No tricks, no denunciations,
no pyrotechnics. He just wanted the murderer to come
and claim the formula, and then he could be quietly arrested.