DEATH BEFORE WICKET - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
DEATH BEFORE WICKET - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
DEATH BEFORE WICKET - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
You also want an ePaper? Increase the reach of your titles
YUMPU automatically turns print PDFs into web optimized ePapers that Google loves.
1 Kerry Greenwood<br />
cracked cups. There were three tables with splintery wooden<br />
benches. The one window wept grease. Phryne gave up hope for<br />
her stockings and sat down next to the bright pink shimmering<br />
dress and the desperate face under the curled blonde hair. Mrs.<br />
Hart dabbed at her eyes.<br />
‘I haven’t seen him since I ran away,’ she whispered. ‘His<br />
father was rough. Big bruiser of a man and he took it out on<br />
me, but not on Joss. Never on Joss. He loved Joss. So I left Joss<br />
when I ran, when he put me out on the street in my nightgown<br />
for the last time. And where could I go but on the game? Never<br />
trained for anything. Not a penny in my pocket. Nowhere to<br />
go. Tillie took me in. Looked after me. When the bruises healed<br />
I started to work for her.’<br />
‘How long ago?’ asked Phryne.<br />
‘Ten years. I used to send little presents to Joss, letters, too. But<br />
they always came back unopened. His father was very angry with<br />
me. Still is, I expect. No one ever defied him before. But I did,’<br />
said Mrs. Hart with a trace of pride. ‘And, you know? Life as a tart<br />
is a good deal easier than life with Vivian Hart. Silly name. A girl’s<br />
name, but I never told him so. I didn’t want him to call the boy<br />
Jocelyn because I thought it would be difficult for him at school,<br />
and it was, but he did it anyway. Never listened to me,’ she sighed.<br />
‘But every working girl’s got a story,’ she said. ‘I went looking for<br />
you at the University but they said you’d left. Professor Bretherton<br />
told me, he’s one of my regulars. Nice bloke. Real gentleman. Told<br />
me Joss was injured and told me you could smuggle me in somehow<br />
if anyone could. Then I saw you in the street and I thought<br />
it must be you. Green eyes are rare with black hair.’<br />
‘Why don’t you go and see Joss?’ asked Phryne. ‘The infirmary<br />
would let you in, you’re his mother.’<br />
‘I can’t, Viv’s there and he told me he’d kill me if he saw me<br />
again. He means it. Came looking for me several times. The last<br />
time he took on Sharkbait Kennedy and got a real larruping.<br />
Tillie looks after the girls.’<br />
‘Until they are of no further use,’ said Phryne. ‘I have<br />
no moral objections to your profession, Mrs. Hart, but in