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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1 Kerry Greenwood<br />
Sunday morning, gone home, gone to church, and spent the<br />
rest of the day and night marking essays.<br />
The Dean had lunched with some patrons of the university,<br />
slept away the afternoon, gone out with his wife to the same<br />
ball, and spent Sunday blamelessly, in company, in divine service<br />
and more napping. He had not come near the University until<br />
Monday morning.<br />
Kirkpatrick told Miss Fisher that he had had a meeting of<br />
the Band of Hope on Saturday night, and had naturally spent<br />
Sunday at the Wee Free Kirk and in meditation and prayer.<br />
Sykes had gone to his Garden Club and had spent Saturday<br />
night reading books on azaleas and Sunday working in the<br />
garden with his wife.<br />
Professor Brazell the anthropologist was not available for<br />
interview, because he had been called away to attend to some<br />
new discovery in Queensland. She could lay hands on Professor<br />
Ayers at the hotel that evening, under the name of Sanders.<br />
Everything she had so far, Phryne observed to herself,<br />
amounted to less than nothing.<br />
She decided to talk to Dora, the secretary.<br />
‘Dora?’ the Dean snarled. ‘She’s working in the faculty office<br />
now. Trying to catch up with the correspondence which the<br />
Bursar has been too distracted to deal with. We have to account<br />
for our time as well as our money, Miss Fisher, as some of my<br />
staff may have forgotten.’<br />
He really was a poisonous man, thought Phryne. Not a word<br />
of sympathy for Joss Hart, who might be dead. And even when<br />
conveying some harmless information he just had to get in<br />
another dig at the poor Bursar. She began to wonder how the<br />
Dean would look with an axe in his head, took her leave, and<br />
went to find Dora.<br />
She heard a typewriter clacking, used by someone who was<br />
fast, skilled, and in a very bad temper, to judge by the way the<br />
carriage was slammed back until its little bell rang in protest.<br />
When Phryne opened the door, the girl snapped, ‘The office is<br />
closed. Come back on Monday.’