Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
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0 Kerry Greenwood<br />
Phryne moved to allow Dot to supply a h<strong>and</strong>kerchief <strong>and</strong> a<br />
hug, <strong>and</strong> presently Miss Lee recovered herself. That had been a<br />
cry straight from the heart, Phryne thought, <strong>and</strong> yet some scant<br />
five minutes later Miss Lee was back in firm control of her face<br />
<strong>and</strong> voice, though her h<strong>and</strong>s gave her away, clenched together.<br />
‘I’m so sorry,’ Miss Lee apologized. ‘Well, Mr. Michaels. He<br />
came in, asked about the Theatrum Chemicum Brittanicum,<br />
which is still on its way from France, then w<strong>and</strong>ered over to<br />
the Great Unsaleables.’<br />
Phryne laughed <strong>and</strong> Miss Lee smiled. ‘You know how it is at<br />
auctions, one has to buy a lot of rubbish to gain the thing one<br />
requires? Well, I have my share of volumes which no one will ever<br />
want, but one never knows in the book trade, so I keep them<br />
on display in a case. Then—well, then it happened. I was doing<br />
some accounts, <strong>and</strong> I heard him make a strange little sound, then<br />
I caught him, he had some sort of fit, <strong>and</strong> then he died. The rest<br />
you know. I went next door, the ambulance was called. They took<br />
the body away. I knew he was dead. There’s an absence in death,<br />
the person isn’t there any more. I was shaken, so I cleaned the<br />
shop, reverting to type, perhaps. I swept the floor <strong>and</strong> re-shelved<br />
the books <strong>and</strong> then the police came <strong>and</strong> here I am.’<br />
‘Did you have a cup of tea that day, Miss Lee?’<br />
‘No, I didn’t have time.’<br />
‘And you didn’t leave the shop that morning?’<br />
‘No,’ said Miss Lee. Phryne looked at her. She was trying to<br />
conquer something—distaste? Finally she managed it.<br />
‘Of course, I had to go to the lavatory, <strong>and</strong> I asked Gladys to<br />
mind the shop for the time I was away—five minutes, perhaps.’<br />
‘Because of your condition,’ hinted Phryne. Miss Lee blushed<br />
as red as a poppy.<br />
‘Yes. Of course, I had a packet of necessities in my desk. Oh,<br />
Lord, <strong>and</strong> that policeman must have found them.’ Miss Lee tried<br />
to cool her cheeks with her h<strong>and</strong>s.<br />
‘And that’s why you didn’t tell him you had left the shop <strong>and</strong><br />
why he thinks you’re lying,’ said Phryne, triumphantly. ‘Miss<br />
Lee, I must go, thank you for your time. I will have you out of