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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

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