Death Before Wicket Quotes

“Come to the jacaranda tree at seven o'clock and you will hear something to your advantage. Destroy this note.'
No signature, no clue to the identity. Just what sort of heroine do you think I am? Phryne asked the air. Only a Gothic novel protagonist would receive that and say, 'Goodness, let me just slip into a low-cut white nightie and put on the highest heeled shoes I can find,' and, pausing only to burn the note, slip out of the hotel by a back exit and go forth to meet her doom in the den of the monster - to be rescued in the nick of time by the strong-jawed hero (he of the Byronic profile and the muscles rippling beneath the torn shirt). 'Oh, my dear,' Phryne spoke aloud as if to the letter-writer. 'You don't know a lot about me, do you?”
― Kerry Greenwood, Death Before Wicket

“Phryne had defences against almost any argument, but not against two pretty young men at her feet. Very decorative they were and she might have uses for them.”
― Kerry Greenwood, Death Before Wicket

“syringe,”
― Kerry Greenwood, Death Before Wicket

“An Eskimo says to the priest, “Now that I know your religion, if I s-sin then I will go to hell, is that s-so?” and the priest says, yes, that’s s-so, and the Eskimo says, “But if I had never heard of your Christ and lived a good life according to my old gods, I could have gone to heaven, is that not s-so?” and the priest agrees, yes, my dear fellow, righteous heathen and all that. And the Eskimo looks at the priest and s-says, “Then why did you tell me?” and you know, I bet the priest couldn’t think of a good answer to that.”
― Kerry Greenwood, Death Before Wicket

“Dot supposed that they must have demolished a lot of houses both on her end and at Milson’s Point. She was not deceived by the statement in the Guide which told her that this was ‘a much-overdue slum clearance’. Dot herself came from a slum. Where did the people go when they tore down all of those little houses, she wondered. Were they living in the street, like the beggar woman with the baby? Sleeping on the beach? Banished to the bush? Who cared about them, now that everyone was hungry? Who cared about them, now”
― Kerry Greenwood, Death Before Wicket

“country that doesn’t grow its own wine grapes has no claim to civilisation.”
― Kerry Greenwood, Death Before Wicket

“One can dare a lot if one is Emeritus,”
― Kerry Greenwood, Death Before Wicket