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 1 1<br />
666 from the Revelations of St. John the Divine. He thinks that<br />
there is a magical golden box in the tomb which contains a spell<br />
which will make him immortal.’<br />
‘I knew that 666 rang a bell—a church bell, in fact,’ commented<br />
Phryne. ‘What did Bretherton tell you about the note?’<br />
‘It’s in pencil and very hard to read. All I could make out was<br />
the name Khufu and some cursive Egyptian which I would have<br />
to photograph through a filter to have a chance of reading. Then<br />
there’s several lines in Greek and Bretherton was going to help<br />
with those. And then someone stole it, and my world fell in on<br />
me. Please help me.’ Ayers took Phryne’s hand.<br />
‘I’ll try, I already promised that I would try,’ she replied,<br />
thinking hard. ‘Now, we need to secure your safety. Where do<br />
you live? In College?’<br />
‘Yes, in John’s.’<br />
‘Don’t go back there,’ she ordered. ‘Walk out of the University<br />
and take a bus into the city to the Hotel Australia. I’ll telephone<br />
for a room—at my expense. Your name is…’ She scribbled on a<br />
piece of paper and Ayers gave a slight hiccup which might have<br />
been a laugh. ‘Wait for me. I’ll speak to you this afternoon. If<br />
you tell me who’s blackmailing you, I can go and do him an<br />
injury,’ she added hopefully.<br />
Ayers shook his head. ‘I might retain a faint chance of living<br />
if I don’t tell you,’ he said. ‘Oh, and tell Bretherton he is relieved<br />
of his oath, and that I honour him for keeping it under what<br />
must have been great pressure.’<br />
‘I’ll tell him. Off you go. Send out for a newspaper. When I<br />
call you, I’ll ask for a cricket score. If you can’t tell me, then I’ll<br />
know something’s wrong. Clear?’<br />
‘Clear,’ agreed Professor Ayers.<br />
He left. Phryne sat on the desk for some time, pondering<br />
the power of blackmail, and wondering how she could properly<br />
apply it to work out who had tried to kill Adam Harcourt and<br />
might have killed Joss Hart.<br />
First thing to do was to find out if Hart was dead, and she<br />
returned to the field, where she met Professor Bretherton.