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Some days later, Lili received Kaminski’s note asking her to call at his shop when she was able. Wary that the tong may be keeping an eye on the jeweller’s, she penned a note and gave it to hotel reception to deliver to Detective Forster at Russell Street. “You mentioned,” she said when he arrived… Read more
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It was well within the seven-times-seven days of the bardo – sacred interval! – when Lena had seen the detective as she came into Deep Lead from the bush track and he turned just in time to see her slipping in and out of the mirage – lately such an everyday phenomenon in the bush… Read more
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Lili was accompanied to the senior inspector’s office by the sergeant who had been stationed to guard her door for the night. Forster sat there quietly looking out through the closed window onto the parade ground, where some drills were in progress. The sounds of horses and the raised voices of drill instructors broke into… Read more
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The cab trundled off along Bourke Street. Lili nodded to the receptionist in the hotel lobby and climbed the stairs to her room. Inside, she took off her capote bonnet and hung up her dolman coat, idly feeling through the wardrobe for the one or two dresses that might do for The Pirates of Penzance.… Read more
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“So it’s worthless…” Lili said. “On the contrary,” Kaminski continued. “At first one sees only the flaw – before noticing the extraordinary character: that soft warmth, and the faintest blue cast. I seem to recall a reference made some months ago in an issue of the Jewelers’ Circular and Horological Review from the United States…” Read more
