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 />
‘What?’<br />
‘Has it occurred to you that they—whoever they are—don’t<br />
actually mean to feed us?’ He readied himself for a scream and<br />
wondered if he remembered the correct form of words for soothing<br />
the frantic female. Was it ‘There, there’? Or perhaps ‘Come, come’?<br />
It really was too bad of Fate, always a s-saucy unreliable minx.<br />
Here he was alone with the delectable Miss Fisher, had her all to<br />
himself without a lot of other fellows bothering around, and all<br />
he was likely to be able to do was to s-starve to death with her.<br />
‘You mean, have I considered that this is a murder attempt?’<br />
She sounded quite cool.<br />
‘Er, well, not to put to fine a point upon it, yes.’<br />
‘I have considered it,’ she answered composedly. ‘It’s possible.<br />
Some persons might shrink from actually killing their victim<br />
outright, and might consider leaving us to starve a less shocking<br />
procedure. But I think it more likely that they mean to keep us<br />
here in durance fairly vile for a set period.’<br />
‘Why? I mean, why do you think that?’ If Phryne was<br />
impressed by the stoic professor, he was impressed and not a<br />
little disconcerted by her. She didn’t seem even disarrayed by<br />
being thrown down into confinement with a man to whom she<br />
had not even been introduced.<br />
‘Because something has to be done soon, and we might have<br />
foiled it,’ replied this strange woman, calmly.<br />
‘But what?’ asked Mr. Brazell, helplessly. ‘I’m the Professor<br />
of Anthropology. I’ve never done anything which might involve<br />
criminality in my life. Mind you, if I get out, I may join you in<br />
committing an indictable offence, Miss Fisher, but…’<br />
‘Then it is not something you have done, but something<br />
you know, and it must be something that I know, too. Give me<br />
another playbill, will you?’<br />
‘We might let the light go out for awhile,’ he suggested.<br />
‘We don’t know how long we are going to be here. Also, it uses<br />
oxygen.’<br />
‘We can talk just as well in the dark,’ agreed Phryne. She<br />
spread her blanket and enclosed both of them in it. Mr. Brazell