Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)

Chapter Seven
Without counsel purposes are disappointed:
but in the multitude of counsellors they are
established.
—The Holy Bible, Proverbs 15:22
‘I really can’t remember anything about it,’ protested Miss Lee.
‘I already got the novels wrong, that was Wednesday.’
‘Yes you can, Miss, you just have to close your eyes and put
yourself back there and it’s all in your head, just like a moving
picture, that’s what Miss Phryne says,’ Dot instructed. ‘Now,
you’re opening the shop and hanging up your coat and putting
on your smock. Go on from there.’
‘I unlocked the cash tin and just as I was taking out my stock
book a young man came in and asked if I carried newspapers,
and I told him I didn’t.’
‘What did he look like?’
‘An ordinary young man,’ said Miss Lee. ‘Oh, dear, I can’t do
this. He had a serge suit and an umbrella—I would have said
that he was a clerk. In any case he was only in the shop for less
than a minute. I broke my pencil, then, and I was sharpening
it when the bell tinkled and…’
‘Yes?’ prompted Dot. Miss Lee’s brow creased with effort.
‘You’re doing very well, you know.’