The sixth prune

About this book

IT was at five o'clock on Tuesday afternoon, while she was counting out the prunes-one, two, there, four, five-into the fourteen saucers lined up on the pantry shelf in two precise rows of seven each, just as she had counted out prunes at five o'clock on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays for fourteen years, that Mary Brant was taken with the "spell" and had to be carried upstairs.