Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
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1 0 Kerry Greenwood<br />
‘It wasn’t like that,’ protested Simon, <strong>and</strong> subsided as the<br />
knife nicked his throat.<br />
‘A slave in his house, that’s all I was.’<br />
Phryne watched in horror as a thin trickle of blood slid down<br />
the young man’s smooth throat <strong>and</strong> puddled in his collarbone.<br />
Murder under the ground, the Rabbi Elijah had said. Death<br />
<strong>and</strong> weeping. Greed caused it. Here was murder <strong>and</strong> greed. But<br />
Phryne could have coped much better with being threatened<br />
herself. Watching this madman murder her lover was as terrible<br />
an ordeal as she could imagine. Such a beautiful boy. She had<br />
to keep Chaim Abrahams distracted <strong>and</strong> talking.<br />
‘That must have been awful for you,’ she prompted. ‘Then<br />
what happened?’<br />
‘I heard of Yossi’s work. A clever boy, that Yossi. Clever <strong>and</strong> poor<br />
<strong>and</strong> mad about Zion, that pipe dream! Palestine, what is there in<br />
Palestine but dust <strong>and</strong> camels <strong>and</strong> pogroms? Yossi wanted to sell the<br />
compound for guns, such a fool, he didn’t realise what it was worth.<br />
For this formula he could have bought the British Protectorate<br />
<strong>and</strong> everything in it. Artificial rubber? The whole world wants it.<br />
He could have owned every yard of his precious Palestine! And he<br />
came to me, Yossi. To ask me to arrange a sale.’<br />
‘Why should he come to you?’ asked Phryne, watching the<br />
trickle of blood overflow the collarbone <strong>and</strong> stain Simon’s shirt.<br />
‘He thought I was sympathetic to his aims, what a meshugenner!<br />
No use talking to my so-clever brother, no, it was well<br />
known he was no Zionist. So he came to me! Of all people!’<br />
Chaim Abrahams laughed, a deep pleasant chuckle.<br />
‘I see,’ encouraged Phryne.<br />
‘I knew people, I told him. Bring me the formula <strong>and</strong> I’ll put<br />
you in touch with those who can deliver your guns. But I had<br />
to get rid of the go-between, see?’<br />
‘Not precisely,’ said Phryne. ‘Why didn’t you just steal the<br />
formula?’<br />
‘Look how much you know,’ sneered Chaim. ‘Yossi would<br />
know when the Chaim Abrahams Rubber Plant started production.<br />
I thought that it was Yossi who would make the exchange,