The Green Mill Murder
“George Brooks ‘Trombone Cholly’ Phryne treated herself to a large and indigestible lunch at the Ritz. She had been shaken by her encounter with Mrs Freeman, and found that lobster stimulated her thought processes.
She looked again at the photograph of Victor Ernest Freeman, so lightly cast aside when he came home damaged from the Great War. A very pleasant face, she thought, reliable, honest, heartbreakingly young. Interrogation of Mrs Freeman’s acidulous maid had revealed that he had not been ...badly marked, just a white scar across the temple where a piece of shrapnel had failed to take off his head. But he had become abrupt, difficult, intolerant of noise and what the maid called ‘the missus’s silliness’.
‘He was a good boy,’ the maid had admitted, ‘a better boy than Charles; honest, you knew what he was thinking. But the wicked war changed him; he wasn’t the boy he had been.’ Of course he wasn’t the boy he had been. Gallipoli had not been a pleasant or a successful campaign.MoreLess
She looked again at the photograph of Victor Ernest Freeman, so lightly cast aside when he came home damaged from the Great War. A very pleasant face, she thought, reliable, honest, heartbreakingly young. Interrogation of Mrs Freeman’s acidulous maid had revealed that he had not been ...badly marked, just a white scar across the temple where a piece of shrapnel had failed to take off his head. But he had become abrupt, difficult, intolerant of noise and what the maid called ‘the missus’s silliness’.
‘He was a good boy,’ the maid had admitted, ‘a better boy than Charles; honest, you knew what he was thinking. But the wicked war changed him; he wasn’t the boy he had been.’ Of course he wasn’t the boy he had been. Gallipoli had not been a pleasant or a successful campaign.MoreLess
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