The old peasant, hanging on for dear life to the rope, was jerked off his feet and fell to his knees in the roadway. Agamemnon swerved past him and braked, and Penny, taken off her balance, was hurled against one of the bunks while a frying-pan fell off its hook and hit her smartly on the side of the head. Hurray, she thought, a frying-pan lying in the road would be a nice clue, and she struggled to her feet and heaved the frying-pan out of the window.
But Penny's aim was never very good. The frying-pan went sailing through the window of the nearest cottage; although how it made its way past the serried ranks of petunias, begonias and geraniums which were on the window sill Penny often afterwards wondered. There was a yell of fury from within, and an old woman, tall and grim in her long black Tracht, the clothes of the district, came out, shouting indignantly at the caravan.
From FIVEPENNY MYSTERY, Chapter 11, When Greek Meets Greek.
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