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 />
corporation extensive. Benjamin Abrahams was thick set, strong,<br />
middle aged, <strong>and</strong> prosperous. Phryne looked for the phantom<br />
cigar that always hovered in his mouth when convention would<br />
not allow him a real one. His h<strong>and</strong>clasp was firm <strong>and</strong> warm <strong>and</strong><br />
he beamed on Miss Fisher.<br />
‘The Hon. Detective Lady!’ he exclaimed. ‘What can we fetch<br />
for you? A little sherry, maybe, or would you like a cocktail?’<br />
‘Sherry, if you please,’ murmured Phryne. She tasted it with<br />
pleasure. It was amontillado, to be sipped with reverence. The<br />
company sat down in comfortable chairs which could have been<br />
real Chippendale <strong>and</strong> surveyed Phryne, who surveyed them back<br />
with perfect poise.<br />
‘The pictures in the hall are absolutely beautiful.’ Phryne<br />
opened with a conventional remark. ‘Have you been collecting<br />
for a long time, Mr. Abrahams?’<br />
‘Since I arrived in Paris just after the war,’ said Mr. Abrahams.<br />
‘They are a good investment, <strong>and</strong> besides they are beautiful, nu?<br />
I have a big canvas in the drawing room you will like, I think,<br />
if you care for the later Impressionists. Of the earlier I have alas<br />
only a few pieces—they were too expensive for me then; now,<br />
they are worth thous<strong>and</strong>s, then only hundreds, but I did not<br />
have the hundreds, eh? But Toulouse-Lautrec I could afford,<br />
the Pissaro <strong>and</strong> some Sisley, also some rare books <strong>and</strong> drawings,<br />
manuscripts. I brought them with me when we left <strong>and</strong> came<br />
here; also my dear Julia has exquisite taste <strong>and</strong> she ordered the<br />
decoration of this house to set them off.’<br />
Mrs. Abrahams waved off the compliment with a negligent<br />
h<strong>and</strong>. She was good, Phryne considered, a very finished product<br />
of some English finishing school, perhaps.<br />
‘Cream walls, yes,’ agreed Phryne. ‘With just touches of old<br />
gold <strong>and</strong> bronze. Very stylish. But what do you think of the art<br />
moderne, then?’<br />
‘Myself, I have no taste for it,’ admitted Mr. Abrahams. ‘But<br />
Simon likes it. See, there on the mantelpiece: the bronze girl.<br />
Simon dotes on her.’ He grinned <strong>and</strong> Mrs. Abrahams stiffened,