Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
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<strong>Raisins</strong> <strong>and</strong> Almonds<br />
‘Hispano-Suiza. Observe the stork on the radiator cap. You’re<br />
the Abrahams’ chauffeur?’<br />
‘Yes, Miss,’ he said, self-consciously adjusting his jacket. He was<br />
a young man with curly fair hair like fleece <strong>and</strong> a rural drawl.<br />
‘Been here long?’<br />
‘Three years.’<br />
‘Good place?’<br />
‘Yes, Miss, fair bloke, the Boss, always extra if he keeps me<br />
out late, lashings of tucker but foreign, but I like foreign. The<br />
Missus is hard to please, but she’s a good sort. I’m saving up for<br />
a farm, so it suits me to live in. You come for dinner? I’ll ring<br />
the bell for you, Miss,’ he said, escorting Phryne along a garden<br />
path <strong>and</strong> up several steps to an imposing front door.<br />
Whoever had built this house, thought Phryne, had a lot of<br />
money <strong>and</strong> a burning desire to enrich the working stonemason.<br />
It was made of solid dark stone, with bow windows <strong>and</strong> heavy<br />
window ledges under a red tiled roof. Phryne had observed<br />
the gargoyles as she came in. The architect had evidently been<br />
inspired by a visit to Notre Dame de Paris. The front door was<br />
set with gems of coloured glass, complex <strong>and</strong> beautiful, through<br />
which light glowed.<br />
A butler opened the door, <strong>and</strong> Phryne farewelled her escort<br />
<strong>and</strong> stepped inside.<br />
‘Miss Fisher? This way, Madam,’ murmured the functionary<br />
from his starched height. He was perfect right down to the<br />
gold studs in his shirt <strong>and</strong> the sable solemnity of his bow tie,<br />
of such a perfect butterfly shape that it must have been either<br />
(unthinkably) stitched into place or the product of a long <strong>and</strong><br />
devout apprenticeship.<br />
The hall was high <strong>and</strong> painted in a pale cream to show off a<br />
treasury of paintings. Phryne exclaimed in delight, <strong>and</strong> went over<br />
to examine what she was sure was a little Renoir of a child with a<br />
cat. The small face smiled out of the canvas, creamy skin against<br />
tortoise-shell fur. She was aware of air moving <strong>and</strong> turned to find<br />
herself being examined by a pair of dark unreadable eyes.<br />
‘It is beautiful, yes?’ asked the woman.