A Certain Age by Beatriz Williams
published June 28, 2016, a book of romance and scandal in the Roaring Twenties of New
At last, it's the day we've been waiting for, dear readers: the opening of the greatest Trial of the Century, and I don't mind telling you it's as hot as blazes inside this undersized Connecticut courtroom. You're much better off reading about it from the comfort of your own armchair, believe me. Oh, the suffering I endue on the sacred altar of journalism.
And now after all these months of fuss and hysteria and delectable details - the Patent King, his beautiful heiress daughters, the downstairs tenant, the kitchen-maid-cum-tearful-Scarsdale- housewife and her munificent husband, the turret window, the missing gardener, the exact length and serration of the blade used to murder the victim - here we all sit, waving our makeshift fans before our perspiring faces, and it turns out these mythical figures are humans after all! The Patent King is smaller than you'd think. He doesn't say a word, sitting stiff as a wire beside the side of the defense counsel, and the daughters huddle next to each other in the front row, so pale and haggard that their much ballyhooed beauty is, I'm afraid, much conjecture.
Fortescue. Something's fishy. Why would a man that rich live in a rinky-dink brownstone so far south and east? It doesn't make sense.