“There was a devastating element in her charm; he would rather have her for a friend than an enemy.”
Social coups had once been a regular occurrence for Lady Laura Whitford, after all, she was a lady of noble birth. But that was all long ago, before her life and social standing had taken a nosedive.
Most frustratingly, she still lived in the grand house, but no longer in grand style. Her and her daughter Althea were spending their days in an atmosphere that no one would call grandeur.
It all started when her husband died, and as a result, the family’s main source of income was lost. This loss was not felt immediately, as at first it was just a matter of selling off a few fine pieces of jewelry and a couple pieces of furniture from a seldomly visited room. In the beginning, the sell off was easily disguised.
Then, as time passed, the ongoing lack of income forced Lady Whitford to liquidate almost all but her most prized jewels and most of the furniture and paintings that were of any value. Eventually, most everything was sold, and mother and daughter had closed off the unused rooms, one by one.
By the time we reach the opening pages of the story, we find Lady Laura and Althea living in the basement of their own splendid, but empty home, each pinching pennies and economizing by cutting the corners of every imaginable expense.
But amidst these circumstances, dire as they were, there was one faint ray of hope at the end of the tunnel…
Althea, as it turned out, was growing up into becoming a very attractive young woman, so much so, in fact, that two high profile men had expressed interest in her. One, a Counsel of the American Embassy in London, and the other, a military attaché to the French Embassy, also in London.
The fascination these two well connected men had for Althea proved to be favorable for Lady Laura as it brought her nearer, at long last, to the center of high society circles. And it was as a result of these fortunate developments, combined with a little luck, that Lady Laura was able to secure the Terry Theatre’s most prestigious seats for the hottest ticket in town, “Gold of Pleasure,” the bill of which was topped by the world’s most celebrated actress, Janice Lester.
She’d secured the Terry Theatre’s Royal Box and joining she and Althea would the two potential suitors, along with two Ambassadors, a high-profile member of the American press and his elegant wife. It was a glittering guest indeed!
And for Lady Laura, this felt like old times…she was back in the game!
And in the midst of her euphoria, Lady Laura could’ve never guessed that she would be so thoroughly and unexpectedly upstaged…not due to some social faux pau, or the result of the actions of a social climbing rival aristocrat, but by a set of circumstances she could’ve never imagined…
A murder…
I was only a few pages into the story, already intrigued by the premise of a murder taking place in the Royal Box…I read on in anticipation…
And by the end I’d found that I’d not only enjoyed the story, but my vocabulary was expanded as well. Here were a few of my favorite, newfound words:
Supernumerary – Being in excess of the usual, proper, or prescribed number; additional; extra.
Legerdemain – Slight of hand; an artful trick.
Soubrette – A maidservant or lady’s maid in a play, opera, or the like, especially one displaying coquetry, pertness, and especially a tendency to engage in intrigue.
Marquetry – A piece of furniture that features inlaid work of variously colored woods or other materials.
In addition to the new words were a couple rather colorful sayings, such as, “Hells Big Brass Bells,” and “There will be unshirted hell…”
Overall, a very enthralling whodunnit.