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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11 Kerry Greenwood<br />
At the mention of Marrin’s name, Ayers flushed red.<br />
‘That scoundrel,’ he snarled.<br />
‘Indeed. You have had dealings with Marrin?’<br />
‘He wanted to buy the papyrus from Bretherton, as if it was<br />
his to sell. I’d burn it myself rather than let Marrin get his filthy<br />
hands on it for his disgusting magic.’<br />
‘You think that Marrin brought this snake bite about?’<br />
‘Who else could? I saw no snake.’<br />
‘Do you believe in magic?’<br />
‘No one who has any acquaintance with the East disbelieves<br />
in magic, Miss Fisher.’<br />
‘Have you got the papyrus?’<br />
‘No,’ said Professor Ayers.<br />
‘Do you know where it is?’ asked Phryne. Ayers leaned forward<br />
and grabbed her by the shoulder, shouting into her face.<br />
‘If I knew where the bloody thing was, would I be so worried?<br />
Would I be asking Bretherton to ask you to find it? Use your<br />
bloody brains, Miss Fisher!’<br />
‘Take your bloody hands off me or I’ll break your bloody<br />
arm,’ said Phryne with calculated violence, and he released her<br />
immediately with an expression of loathing, as though he had<br />
found himself clutching a snake.<br />
‘Yes, you don’t like women, do you? In the parlance of my<br />
own milieu, Dr. Ayers, I’d say you were stone butch.’<br />
He staggered to his chair and sat down again, putting his<br />
head in his hands.<br />
‘You bitch,’ he muttered.<br />
‘The original bitch,’ said Phryne with some pride. ‘But I’m<br />
not out to get you, if you didn’t poison Joss. Nor am I interested<br />
in blackmail. You are clearly being blackmailed by someone who<br />
knows about your proclivities. Who has you over—excuse the<br />
metaphor—a barrel, Dr. Ayers?’<br />
‘I can’t tell you,’ he groaned. ‘I really can’t.’<br />
‘Will you let Bretherton tell me, then? You can release him<br />
from his word,’ insinuated Phryne. Ayers removed his hands<br />
and stared at her.