The Castlemaine Murders (Phryne Fisher Series #13)

The Castlemaine Murders (Phryne Fisher Series #13)

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by Kerry Greenwood, Stephanie Daniel
     
 

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1920's Australian sleuth Phryne returns with a flourish to solve a horrifying crime which takes her from a funfair ghost train to an abandoned mine in the old gold fields....Phryne Fisher, her sister Beth, and her faithful maid, Dot, decide that Luna Park is the place for an afternoon of fun and excitement with Phryne's two daughters, Ruth and Jane. But in the dusty

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1920's Australian sleuth Phryne returns with a flourish to solve a horrifying crime which takes her from a funfair ghost train to an abandoned mine in the old gold fields....Phryne Fisher, her sister Beth, and her faithful maid, Dot, decide that Luna Park is the place for an afternoon of fun and excitement with Phryne's two daughters, Ruth and Jane. But in the dusty dark Ghost Train, amidst the squeals of horror and delight, a mummified bullet-studded corpse falls to the ground in front of them. Phryne Fisher's pleasure trip has definitely become business. Digging to the bottom of this longstanding mystery takes her to the country town of Castlemaine where it soon becomes obvious that someone is trying to muzzle her investigations. With unknown threatening assailants on her path, Phryne seems headed for more trouble than usual. Meanwhile, Phryne's lover Lin Chung has his own mystery to solve. Feuding families and lost gold fill his mind until he learns that Phryne herself has become missing treasure.


Kerry Greenwood is the 2003 winner of the Lifetime Achievement Award presented by the Crime Writers' Association of Australia. Kerry Greenwood was born in the Melbourne suburb of Footscray and after wandering far and wide, she returned to live there. She has degrees in English and Law from Melbourne University and was admitted to the legal profession on 1 April 1982, a day which she finds both soothing and significant. Kerry has written twenty novels, a number of plays, including The Troubadours with Stephen D'Arcy, is an award-winning children's writer and has edited and contributed to several anthologies. In 1996 she published a book of essays on female murderers called Things She Loves: Why Women Kill. The Phryne Fisher series (pronounced Fry-knee) began in 1989 with Cocaine Blues which was a great success.

Editorial Reviews

The Weekend Australian
"Greenwood's prose has a dagger in its garter; her hero is raunchy and promiscuous in the best sense."
Publishers Weekly
In this second light, 1920s-set historical to be published in the U.S. from Australian author Greenwood (Murder in Montparnasse, etc.), iconoclastic feminist sleuth Phyrne Fisher's eclectic household, which includes her Chinese lover, Lin Chung, is expanded by the arrival of her domineering younger sister, the "Hon. Miss Eliza Fisher," apparently banished from England by their stern father. A pleasure trip to a local amusement park turns nasty when a ride on the Ghost Train produces an ancient and mummified corpse, complete with bullet wound. The probe into this long-ago murder becomes more than academic when Phyrne and her friends receive death threats and are the target of several attacks. The trail may intertwine with Chung's quest for the solution to another old mystery the theft of a large amount of gold in 1857. While the coincidences pile up a little high, the appealing characters and witty banter make for an enjoyable caper. (Sept. 28) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
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"Greenwood weaves historical data into the plot like gold thread, giving it richness without weighing it down. As always, the highlight of the series is the sexy and sybaritic Phryne, whose kind heart and generous spirit far outweigh her slightly scandalous behavior." —Booklist

"the appealing characters and witty banter make for an enjoyable caper" —Publisher's Weekly
 
"Greenwood's prose has a dagger in its garter; her hero is raunchy and promiscuous in the best sense."
The Weekend Australian
 
"The success of Jacqueline Winspear's Maisie Dobbs books may help pave the way for Phryne Fisher, who is an equally unforgettable character, with a heart as big as her pocketbook, a fine disregard for convention and an insatiable appetite for life." —Denver Post

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781743107522
Publisher:
Bolinda Audio
Publication date:
05/28/2012
Series:
Phryne Fisher Series , #13
Edition description:
Unabridged
Sales rank:
1,022,883
Product dimensions:
5.40(w) x 6.50(h) x 0.70(d)

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The Castlemaine Murders

A Phryne Fisher Mystery


By Kerry Greenwood

Poisoned Pen Press

Copyright © 2006 Kerry Greenwood
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-59058-280-0


CHAPTER 1

The only people who are disgustingly idle are the children of those who have just become rich ...

George Bernard Shaw The Intelligent Woman's Guide to Socialism and Capitalism


Phryne Fisher was watching an unprecedented spectacle. She leaned back in her cushioned chair in her sea-green parlour and took a sip of one of Mr. Butler's most impressive cocktails.

Lin Chung, Phryne's Chinese lover, was in a rage. He was pacing. He was shouting. Phryne had never seen the sense in intervening in a really good rage. Better, she thought, to pay attention and allow the enraged one to expel it from his system. She listened.

'It is outrageous! After handing over the family to me—she said that was what she was doing—after retiring, she still wishes to keep all the reins in her own hands! She will not let loose one iota of her power unless I force her to do so, and even then she objects to every decision I make!'

'Indeed,' Phryne murmured. He had been ramping for about ten minutes and surely must cool down soon. Admittedly, Lin Chung's formidable grandmother was enough to ruffle the calmest. She had been the sole ruler of the Lin family in Victoria for more than twenty years, ever since her meek husband had died as the only way to remove himself from her benevolent but extremely firm rule. She had only agreed to step down after her judgment had proved to be faulty, and clearly she was not going quietly.

'Since our sister Su-Niang's marriage to their son, we are no longer at variance with the Hu family! I wish to visit, and Grandmother has forbidden me! As though I was ten years old!'

'Yes, but that does not mean that you have to stay forbidden,' said Phryne. 'You are the head of the family, you know.'

'I cannot disobey her,' said Lin, lowering the volume a trifle. 'That would shame her. She is terribly venerable and what she will tell the ancestors about me if I cause her to have an apoplexy doesn't bear thinking about. We would all come down with leprosy. Or typhoid. At the very least, bad luck unto the fiftieth generation.' Lin Chung finally managed a smile. Phryne felt encouraged to continue.

'Oh. I see. Yes, this needs consideration. Mr. Butler? Could you concoct a couple of considering cocktails?'

'Certainly, Miss Fisher. Miss Eliza was inquiring, Miss? About the ... noise?'

'Tell Miss Eliza,' began Phryne, and bit her tongue. The Hon. Eliza Fisher, Phryne's younger sister, had arrived two days before, filled the small house with a hundred trunks, and had immediately made her presence felt by loudly disapproving of the climate, the house, the staff, Phryne's two adoptive daughters, the shops, the manners of these appalling colonials and even the sea, which was far too blue and not to be compared to Skegness. Phryne had once been close to Eliza, but it was amazing what a few years and a county education could do for a girl. Render her unbearable, for instance.

'Tell Miss Eliza that all is well and suggest that she might find a sherry soothing. Where is she?'

'In the smaller parlour, Miss Fisher. She is reading Vogue.'

'Give her a sherry, Mr. B, and send Dot to talk to her. She can bear all that huntin' shootin' fishin' talk better than I can.'

'As you wish,' said the butler, and dematerialised in that special butlerine manner which Maskelyne would have paid thousands of pounds to learn. He was back, far faster than was actually possible, with two glasses, which he bestowed upon the recipients with the air of a bishop sprinkling holy water over the devout.

Lin Chung, finding himself on his feet, sat down, abashed.

'I'm sorry. I have been making a scene.'

'No, really, it was fascinating. I've never seen you so enraged. I wonder what's in this cocktail? It's delicious.'

'Cointreau, I think, maybe orange juice. How does he do that so quickly?'

'He moves in mysterious ways,' said Phryne. 'I've an idea. Can you meet Mr. Hu by accident? Say, in the street?'

'What do you mean? I'd have to wait outside his office all day.'

'No, what I meant was that you should ask Su-Niang to tell Mr. Hu that if he wanted to meet you he should, as it might be, pass by the front of the Lin family mansion at eleven o'clock, where he would encounter you, entirely by accident. He would then invite you to his house for tea, and you could not properly refuse as you are no longer having a feud with the Hus. That way you preserve Grandmother's authority and you get to talk to Mr. Hu.'

'And if he invites me to his house, then I must invite him to my house.' Lin Chung was delighted. 'After which all the cousins and family will be able to mix freely and we may at last find out what happened to the Lin cousin who ran away with that Hu man.'

'You mean that you have lost a female relative and haven't been able to find her? That seems careless.'

'Not at all. We haven't tried to find her. She was cut off, of course, from the Lin family by her disgrace. The Hu man might also have been exiled. Great Grandfather Hu was in charge then; a very unbending person. You think Grandmother is strict? Compared to Old Man Hu, Grandmother is the voice of complaisance and the epitome of democracy.'

'Formidable,' commented Phryne, fascinated by the mechanisms of a real feud. 'How long ago did you lose this Lin lady?'

'1911, I believe. I was a child but I remember the fuss. Slammed doors. Lin Wan's mother screaming. Hysterics. I was kept out of it, being a boy. But we have always wondered what happened to Lin Wan. Her mother is still alive and not well. She was one of the reasons why I wanted to talk to Mr. Hu. Plus, of course, the gold they stole from us in 1857. With compound interest it ought to be a tidy sum by now. Excellent solution, Phryne. I shall telephone Su-Niang immediately, if I may?'

'Certainly, and get a move on. We're taking the whole merry family to Luna Park this afternoon, you know.'

'Including ...' Lin paused. Inflexible courtesy stopped him from saying what he thought of Phryne's sister Eliza, but even inflexible courtesy can develop cracks under such vehement disapproval as Miss Eliza showed for Lin Chung.

'Yes, her too. Perhaps we can push her off the Big Dipper. And Luna Park will, of course, be a garish colonial imitation which is not a patch on Sunday Bank Holiday at Brighton. Courage,' she said. 'We can lose her, and the girls are really looking forward to this expedition.'

'Very well,' replied Lin Chung, and went into the hall to telephone his sister.

'Did you say gold?' Phryne asked when he came back, having arranged to meet Mr. Hu entirely by coincidence at eleven the following morning.

'What?' Phryne's conversation sometimes had the effect on Lin Chung of two of Mr. Butler's cocktails before lunch. 'Gold? Oh, yes, the Hu robbery. It was in 1857—I have the exact date somewhere—at Castlemaine. Four Lin couriers were carrying quite a lot of gold from the diggings at Forest Creek to the bank at Castlemaine when they disappeared. They were ambushed by Hu robbers. Their bodies were never found, which is of course very serious. They should have been properly buried. We have been making offerings for them at the Festival of Hungry Ghosts ever since.'

'This feud,' commented Phryne, 'has antique value if it has been going on since 1857.'

'1854,' corrected Lin Chung. 'The Lin and the Hu families have both been in Australia since 1851. We came out from the Sze Yup, the Four Provinces, in search of the Second Gold Mountain. That was when it started. Hu jumped a Lin claim, then Lin jumped a Hu claim, and it rather went downhill from there. Of course, the goldfields were lawless places.'

'Eureka Stockade and so on?' Phryne had a very low opinion of the Eureka Stockade. Any revolutionary movement which was easily crushed by twenty-five soldiers in one afternoon did not deserve the name.

'And the pogroms against the Chinese. They massacred us at Lambing Flat in New South Wales when the gold started to run out. In fact, a perfectly promising anti-Chinese riot was stopped at Golden Point, I am told. By a lone policeman. We remember him, even if no one else does. His name was Constable Thomas Cooke. A very brave man.'

'He must have been. How much gold are we talking about here?'

'Four hundred ounces troy weight. That is, let's see, at goldfield prices that was two pounds six shillings the ounce ... well, about nine hundred pounds. That was real money in those days.'

'That's real money in these days,' said Phryne, startled. 'And you haven't seen it since then?'

'No. And because we were at feud with the Hu family, we couldn't ask about it in order to find the bodies and bury them. Several Hus have attributed their bad luck in Castlemaine to their avenging ghosts.'

'Yes, I can see that the couriers might have been quite cross about being robbed and murdered.'

'In any case, I am not the one to ask. I don't know much about that time. I must speak to Great Great Uncle Lin Gan about this before I go to Castlemaine.'

'Great Great Uncle?'

'Yes, he's very venerable, very sleepy, and might not remember anything about it, but he was born on the goldfields. Now, what about this outing?'

'Lunch,' said Phryne. 'Then Luna Park. Just,' she sighed, 'for fun.'

* * *

The weather was perfect for a trip through Mister Moon's laughing mouth into Luna Park. Phryne loved carnivals, circuses and funfairs, and once she had donned her walking shoes and gathered her family about her she led them into the park with an expectation of pleasure. Ruth and Jane, her adopted daughters, were wearing their new cotton dresses: the darker Ruth in fuchsia, the paler Jane in lobelia blue, with matching ribbons on their straw hats. Phryne had persuaded Lin Chung into a casual suit of exquisite shantung. She herself wore a neat dark red suit and a small cloche hat which could not be blown off, even by the hurricane which always raged over the Scenic Railway. Dot, Phryne's confidential maid and companion, wore a terracotta jacket and an immovable hat jammed down onto her twined plaits. She was privately swearing an oath that no one was going to get her onto that Scenic Railway again, not if it were ever so. Last time she had nearly lost her hat and her lunch had striven to follow.

The Hon. Miss Eliza Fisher wore full English Lady Mayoress Opening the Fair panoply, flowered dress to mid calf, wide straw hat and an unwise pair of high-heeled shoes. Phryne, who was not, as she freely admitted, a nice woman, smiled privately. If Eliza's ankles survived the day, her heels probably wouldn't. Miss Eliza was fully four inches taller than Phryne, taking after her big, florid father rather than her thin dark mother. She was large-boned, blonde and imposing, with a high colour and bright blue eyes. Phryne could imagine her dominating a dinner party. But not Phryne's dinner party, except over Phryne's dead body. She could not understand what had happened to Eliza. When she had been called Beth, she had been Phryne's little sister, to be protected and fought for. Now she was not only not little, but she was combative enough for two. Three, even. She seemed to have landed in Australia determined to loathe the place where she was born, and she had made her point with such force that even the sound of the county drawl which she now affected made Phryne's teeth ache. Phryne, who had been looking forward to seeing Beth again, could not wait to get rid of Eliza.

She sneered as she passed under the Coney Island image: 'How common! But I suppose you enjoy these vulgar amusements.'

Ruth and Jane bridled. Dot said quickly, 'The carousel! Let's go on the carousel!'

Phryne bought tickets and distributed them freely. Eliza condescended so far as to seat herself gingerly in a chariot and the girls threw themselves onto their favourite steeds. Jane loved a black horse called Barbary and Ruth doted on a white stallion called Winter. Phryne mounted the step with Lin Chung behind her and found a horse with fiery nostrils and a golden mane. The carousel began to move to 'Moonlight in Vienna' and all was gilt and dust and music. Phryne caught scents as they whirled around: chips frying in old fat, a gust of Turkey lolly, pure spun sugar, then machine oil, saddle soap, and finally ice cream. The calliope music was loud and simple and jolly. Damn Eliza! She was not going to be allowed to spoil Phryne's innocent amusements.

Phryne settled down to enjoy herself. She loved carousels. She had ridden on them in Paris, she had ridden on them in Blackpool, and for her money this Luna Park carousel was the best in the world. Not a creak or a thump from the engine, not a bump from whatever it was that made it go round—gears, perhaps? Ruth turned and laughed, and Phryne laughed with her. All the fun of the fair.

When the music stopped she handed over another ticket and Luna Park whirled around her again like the aftermath of Mr. Butler's very special cocktails. The ones for resurrecting the dead, perhaps. She was sure that Mr. Butler would have a cocktail for that. He had one for all other situations. She should ask him to concoct a special for Miss Eliza. With cyanide as a base and a little sprinkle of strychnine for that tingle on the tongue. And now the horses were slowing down again.

Phryne reluctantly left the carousel and the girls tugged at her hands, one in each direction.

'The River Caves!' cried Jane.

'The Scenic Railway!' cried Ruth.

'Both,' said Phryne. 'I will go on the Scenic Railway with you, Ruth dear, and Lin, Dot and Jane will enjoy the damp delights of the River Caves. Which will you have, Eliza?'

'They both sound disagreeable,' drawled Eliza, patting her hat on which the entire Chelsea Flower Show waved and bloomed. 'One is wet and the other's windy, don't you know.'

The 'don'tcherknow' settled events for Phryne. 'Then you shall sit here, breathe the sweet St. Kilda air, and wait for us to come back,' she announced, taking Ruth's hand. 'And perhaps buy yourself an ice cream. Back in a jiff,' she said, and they ran away from Miss Eliza and her disapproval.

As they climbed the wooden steps to the Scenic Railway, Ruth remarked, 'I never had a sister, so of course I could be wrong, but are sisters usually so different? From each other, I mean.'

Ruth was a little afraid that she might have been making a personal remark—Miss Joseph was really firm about how making personal remarks was the height of impoliteness. But Phryne smiled.

'People change, grow apart. She wasn't like that when we were children. But she stayed in England and did the flowers and became a baronet's daughter and I—well, I did a lot of other things. And they were most enjoyable too. I'm intending to do some of them again. Come along, Ruth. This looks like a nice little car.'

They climbed into the car and the bar which restrained the unwise or merely drunken from doing handstands on the railway clicked down across their laps. Phryne just had time to hear Ruth say thoughtfully, 'It won't be like that with me and Jane, but then, she isn't my sister at all, really,' before they were off in a swoop like a gull's, down the slope and round the corner at neck-breaking speed.

Speed! Phryne had never had enough of it. Faster than a car on a road, faster even than her Gypsy Moth lolloping up into the sky with that heart-lifting leap as the ground releases the plane and the law of gravity is, for a little time, repealed. Down again into an intoxicating gulf, then a whisk along the highest rail, the carriage running flat and fast. Phryne could see right out to sea, as blue as washing day, with white birds flying and boats like toys etching little trails in the watery silk. Then down, down, levitating, hair lifting, Ruth screaming with delight, Phryne joining her. Only making love with a really worthwhile lover was as exhilarating as the Scenic Railway. And Lin, the lover in question, poor man, would now be enduring the Japanese Scenes, Arizona Cowboys and Tropic Dances of the mannequins in the River Caves. Despite their popularity with courting couples, to whom any dark could be usefully employed, Phryne considered them a waste of a good penny. Besides, the water smelt faintly of bleach. She had dark enough in her own bedroom and no one to forbid her to lie down with whomsoever she wished.

Except Eliza, of course, who would be carrying home to Father overheated tales of Phryne's intrigue with a Chinaman. And what could Father do about it? She reflected further. Forbid her the house? He was welcome to it.

On that defiant note, the Scenic Railway went down, climactically, for the third time.


(Continues...)

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Meet the Author

Kerry Greenwood is the author of more than 40 novels and six non-fiction books. Among her many honors, Ms. Greenwood1 has received the Ned Kelly Lifetime Achievement Award from the Crime Writers’ Association of Australia. When she is not writing she is an advocate in Magistrates’ Courts for the Legal Aid Commission. She is not married, has no children and lives with a registered Wizard.

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The Castlemaine Murders (Phryne Fisher Series #13) 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 14 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very entertaining! Unique view of Australia "back in the day".
TSeith More than 1 year ago
Another delightful mystery from Kerry Greenwood! This one takes Miss Fisher to the old gold fields of Australia and on a hunt for several missing people and some gold. Old enemies, old lovers and old murder resurface in this riveting tale. Among the best in the series.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
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She touched her nose to the water.
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Waits for an ashclan cat to come.
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Waits for Blitzshade.
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