DEATH BEFORE WICKET - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
DEATH BEFORE WICKET - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
DEATH BEFORE WICKET - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
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Death Before Wicket<br />
‘But you did it.’<br />
‘Oh, yes. My field is languages but I’m quite good at figures.<br />
We’d finished when the Dean started on Mr. Sykes about his<br />
inefficiency; he is inefficient but the Dean makes him more<br />
so, he bellows at him and flusters him and then he makes silly<br />
mistakes. Finally the Dean went away and we stored the ledgers<br />
in the safe. Mr. Sykes was so upset that he dropped the Book of<br />
Hours, and that made Bisset yell at him. Professor Kirkpatrick<br />
reproved Bisset for being unmannerly and they nearly quarrelled,<br />
too. They don’t see eye to eye with each other on Old<br />
Norse borrowings, either. It was one of those prickly days. Mr.<br />
Sykes wanted to get away to his garden club meeting, so we just<br />
shoved everything into the safe and went out. I heard the safe<br />
clunk shut, so I’m sure it was locked. And Mr. Sykes locked the<br />
faculty office, too.’<br />
‘Have you a good memory for figures as well as a good head<br />
for them?’ asked Phryne.<br />
‘Yes, pretty good,’ agreed Harcourt.<br />
‘Then you could probably reconstruct the ledger in all essentials,’<br />
she continued.<br />
‘Yes, but they wouldn’t trust me now,’ said Harcourt sadly.<br />
‘Another point in your favour,’ commented Phryne. ‘You<br />
could have looked at those exam papers at any time. How long<br />
had they been in the safe?’<br />
‘Oh, they’ve been there for weeks,’ said Harcourt. ‘I wouldn’t<br />
do that. I’m good. I want…I wanted…to prove to them all that<br />
I’m good.’<br />
‘So you shall,’ said Phryne. ‘Is there anything else you would<br />
like to confess? Here come our friends with a bottle.’<br />
‘Nothing more. But do be careful, Miss Fisher. These people<br />
are dangerous.’<br />
‘So am I,’ Phryne replied. ‘Watch.’<br />
She accepted some of Joss’ red wine, took her cup over to<br />
Madame Sosostris and sat down uninvited, looking at the array<br />
of tarot cards.