Water tinkled over a decorative statue of what appeared to be Japan’s Mount Fuji and into a deep blue pool that surrounded its plinth. A few people sat around the edge of the pool, their ankles submerged. Conversation was lively but quiet to preserve the peace.
“I don’t like this place,” Jack muttered to Phryne. “There’s something sinister afoot here.”
“Oh, Jack,” Phryne sighed. She kicked up a light spray at him. “Drink your radium tonic and try to relax. We shan’t fit in if you’re so tense.”
The manicured trees and elegant tea sandwiches mocked him. Detective work, indeed.