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 4 Kerry Greenwood<br />
walked ahead, Phryne <strong>and</strong> Julia behind, <strong>and</strong> there was still not<br />
a thought of what to do in Miss Fisher’s mind.<br />
Death under the ground, the Rabbi had said. Beware.<br />
It would be so much easier if it had been her. She would<br />
have kicked <strong>and</strong> fought <strong>and</strong> could have got away, far enough<br />
for a shot to find Chaim’s black heart. But Simon was limp prey,<br />
going where he was pushed.<br />
They stumbled down the stairs <strong>and</strong> into the main hall of shops.<br />
Phryne heard twittering from the birdshop, <strong>and</strong> a sleepy voice<br />
dem<strong>and</strong>ing ‘Polly wants…’ before it fell silent in its usual indecision.<br />
The stench of rotten oranges, Phryne knew, would forever call up<br />
this nightmare suspense, the sight of the boy’s blood, <strong>and</strong> the miasma<br />
of hatred which surrounded Uncle Chaim like a rank mist.<br />
They had almost reached the door when it crashed open,<br />
<strong>and</strong> Chaim flung himself back against a wall with Simon in<br />
front of him.<br />
The knife was against his throat. Julia bit her knuckle to stop<br />
a scream. Benjamin Abrahams swore.<br />
‘Don’t come no closer,’ screamed Chaim.<br />
A figure out of a Talmudic story, preternaturally tall, bearded,<br />
his gaberdine slick with water so that he looked like he was<br />
wrapped in metal, raised one h<strong>and</strong> <strong>and</strong> pointed at Chaim.<br />
‘Thou shalt do no murder!’ he boomed, <strong>and</strong> the voice echoed<br />
in the empty market. Lightning flashed <strong>and</strong> thunder cracked like<br />
artillery behind him, <strong>and</strong> Chaim slashed wildly with the knife.<br />
Simon whispered ‘Schma Yisroel.’ Chaim faltered <strong>and</strong> missed.<br />
For a split second he was a little off balance, <strong>and</strong> Phryne saw her<br />
chance. She dived forward <strong>and</strong> tackled Simon, knocking him<br />
down <strong>and</strong> out of Chaim’s grasp.<br />
They rolled across the floor <strong>and</strong> into a corner. Simon buried<br />
his head in Phryne’s breast <strong>and</strong> shuddered <strong>and</strong> she held him tight,<br />
unable to look away from the Prophet Ezekiel in the doorway.<br />
Lightning flashes silvered his hair <strong>and</strong> made a carved stone<br />
of his face. He took another step, <strong>and</strong> cried again, ‘Murderer!<br />
There is the mark of Cain upon you!’