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<br />
John Bretherton looked uncomfortable. ‘I don’t know that<br />
I’m going to enjoy this as much as I thought,’ he confessed.<br />
‘Do you want your papyrus back or not?’ asked Phryne.<br />
‘I want it back,’ he said.<br />
999<br />
The Hotel Australia put on a splendid dinner, and Phryne<br />
intended to enjoy it; investigation made her hungry. She felt<br />
exhilarated. Out of her own milieu, with none of her own helpers,<br />
in a foreign city which became more foreign by the moment,<br />
she was getting somewhere. Or so it appeared.<br />
‘The Dean,’ she suggested, and Professor Bretherton chuckled<br />
into his vichyssoise.<br />
‘Old Gorman? Surely you jest. I’d put the chances of him<br />
escorting a lady to his office for a little dalliance at three hundred<br />
to one. More. He’s very respectable.’<br />
‘And is it your experience—or Juvenal’s—that the very<br />
respectable are also the very virtuous?’ asked Phryne. The cold<br />
soup really was remarkable.<br />
‘No, of course, every man is basically rotten, both Juvenal and I<br />
agree. But the Dean wouldn’t dare. He might want to. I suppose all<br />
men have lusts, disgusting thought when one considers Gorman,<br />
but I admit the possibility. But he wouldn’t put his academic<br />
position in jeopardy for any woman. I don’t think he even likes<br />
women much. One only has to look at his wife. And he would<br />
never put himself in the position where he might be refused. Far<br />
too much of a risk. Actually, more of a certainty, when one considers<br />
Gorman.’ Professor Bretherton shuddered slightly.<br />
‘He might steal the contents of the safe for another reason,’<br />
Phryne suggested.<br />
‘Possibly, but why? He’s independently wealthy, his family<br />
owns half of the Northern Territory, mines and so on. I doubt<br />
he’d want a Book of Hours. He has all the artistic appreciation<br />
of a hog. His own wife’s garnets went and she’s a formidable<br />
woman who would make her lack of appreciation sting. He<br />
wouldn’t take the books, surely, he knew what a state they were