Ellis Peters - George Felse 04 - A Nice Derangement Of Epitaphs - Plot & Excerpts
SAID MISS RACHEL, waiting for Paddy in the arched gateway of the kitchen-garden with silver-hilted stick at the slope, like a superannuated angel drafted to the gate of paradise in an emergency, “you are a thoroughly bad boy.”“Yes,” said Paddy in glum resignation, “I thought I should be.” He hoisted the outsize basket from his carrier and dangled it sulkily. “Well, you won. I’m here, and I’ll pick apricots, even if I won’t like it. What more do you want?”“Come inside here, and put that basket down for a few minutes. I want to talk to you.”He complied, but with an audible groan. He’d ridden up from the farm on his reluctant errand with nothing worse in his mind than scorn for all women and their conspiratorial tactics, a feeling which gave him a certain sense of detachment and superiority. A baby could have seen through this move to keep him away even from the sand-dunes on this of all mornings. His mother again, of course, enlisting Miss Rachel’s aid. What else could it mean?
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