Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
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 />
‘What does Dad say?’<br />
‘That they’re yids.’<br />
‘Then your dad is a bigoted idiot <strong>and</strong> you’ll grow up the<br />
same.’ Phryne was furious. The child she had by the ear began<br />
to cry.<br />
‘We didn’t know it was wrong, Miss,’ he pleaded.<br />
‘Well, you know now,’ snapped Phryne. ‘Now get home,<br />
you horrible little ratbags, <strong>and</strong> if I catch you doing such a thing<br />
again I shall take you all home to your mothers <strong>and</strong> order the<br />
biggest belting—you won’t sit down for a month. Is that clear?’<br />
She thrust her face close to the terrified blubbering countenance,<br />
<strong>and</strong> he nodded.<br />
‘Go away right now,’ said Phryne, dropping him <strong>and</strong> dusting<br />
her h<strong>and</strong>s together. The children ran for their lives.<br />
‘You should not have done that, Miss,’ said the old man<br />
softly.<br />
‘Why not?’ Phryne was not noticeably softened.<br />
‘It will cause more trouble.’<br />
‘If people of goodwill do not act against evil, then they assent<br />
to evil,’ said Phryne sententiously.<br />
The quotation from Maimonides stopped the old man in his<br />
tracks. Phryne looked up into his face.<br />
He was tall <strong>and</strong> painfully thin, <strong>and</strong> he moved as though<br />
his bones hurt. The gaberdine was shiny black with age <strong>and</strong><br />
inconspicuously patched, <strong>and</strong> his shoes were broken. His hat<br />
had seen better years <strong>and</strong> his hair was white. But his eyes were<br />
remarkable, bright, penetrating <strong>and</strong> deep.<br />
‘Who are you?’ he asked abruptly.<br />
‘Phryne Fisher.’ She did not offer her h<strong>and</strong>. ‘I am trying to<br />
find a murderer. I need your help.’<br />
‘I cannot help you.’ He turned <strong>and</strong> began to walk away.<br />
‘Shall I follow you down the street quoting Maimonides?’<br />
she asked, keeping pace with him. ‘This is an evil thing, a young<br />
man dead, <strong>and</strong> I am responsible for getting a woman out of<br />
prison, which means I have to find the killer. Strychnine, it’s a<br />
nasty death.’