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<br />
The jazz band had recovered from its amazement and picked up<br />
approximately where they had left off, more or less. It was getting<br />
late and the band were, along with the dancers, both tired and<br />
emotional. Not their fault, as they later pointed out to a policeman<br />
whose profession had hardened him against sad stories of human<br />
frailty. People kept buying them drinks. Bringing them drinks.<br />
And, naturally, they had drunk the drinks so charitably provided.<br />
People might have got offended if they hadn’t, officer.<br />
The drummer was playing in a time that was being estimated<br />
by his critics at two-and-a-quarter per bar, variable, the<br />
trombone player was yawning, the cornet was asleep and competent<br />
medical advice might have declared the banjo player to<br />
be clinically dead, except that he was still strumming. The fact<br />
that he was strumming ‘Bye, Bye, Blackbird’ while the rest of<br />
the band was playing ‘Tiger Rag’ was going unnoticed in the<br />
general clamour.<br />
Phryne accepted an invitation to turkey-trot from George<br />
and slid away into the mass of dancers. George might have been<br />
a good dancer—there was simply no way of telling. Phryne<br />
wreathed her arms around his neck and tried to keep her feet<br />
out of the way of boots as beggars, rabbits, someone who was<br />
probably impersonating a pixie and presumably meant well and<br />
the poet Villon in someone’s tights milled and swayed.<br />
This crowd was drunk, thought Phryne, slipping a sandal out<br />
from under a descending thigh-high boot which belonged to a<br />
rather tasty Robin Hood. So far they were drunk and cheerful,<br />
drunk and amorous, drunk and morose perhaps but not drunk<br />
and belligerent or drunk and disorderly. Various policemen<br />
who stood around the walls were also blinking gently and had<br />
probably absorbed a good deal of the old familiar juice. One,<br />
in fact, was so glazed that he had allowed a large lady dressed<br />
as a kangaroo and carrying a whole bottle of gin in her pouch<br />
past him without saying a word. As Phryne watched over<br />
George’s shoulder, he slid bonelessly to the ground and lay there<br />
unregarded, a small smile on his face and his helmet resting at<br />
the foot of a marble plinth.