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“Yes, madam,” Nellie said.
Then as quick as a whistle, she pivoted and blew. The dart whizzed across the room towards Robert, who’d been quietly making his escape.
He didn’t quite make it.
Ginger groaned. The dart hit Mr. Armstrong firmly in his right buttock.
Mr. Armstrong dropped to the floor, groaning.
Oh mercy!
“Mr. Armstrong?” Keeping one eye on Nellie, Ginger ran to the fallen man’s side.
He pulled the dart out of his backside. “I hope that fool of a woman didn’t poison me.”
Ginger had the same concern, but Robert Armstrong looked more embarrassed than poisoned. She held up two fingers.
“How many fingers do you see, Mr. Armstrong?”
“Two.”
Nellie Booth flopped onto the only upright chair and sighed. “I ran out of froggie poison.” Her eyes glistened as if falling into a memory. “They’re such pretty little things. Shiny blood red and deep blue.”
Ginger gently guided the pipe out of Nellie’s hand. “You must’ve been very quick to get this from your flat after leaving hospital.”
“I’m an athlete, madam. Running isn’t hard for me.”
Ginger righted the neighbouring chair and sat, her gun clasped in one hand, but resting in her lap, just in case. “Tell me more about the froggie poison, Nellie.”
“Oh, it’s spectacular stuff. My uncle knows all about the Brazilian tribes and how they use the poison from these little tree frogs to hunt larger game. He let me try it out, though, sadly, I wasn’t very good. I just had to sneak a bit back to England with me.”
Her head relaxed against the back of the chair as she continued, “Everyone is so relaxed over there. We spent every evening smoking weed. That’s slang for cannabis, if you weren’t aware.” Her eyes darted to Ginger. “Now don’t be shocked! I know it’s not a very ladylike thing to do, especially for us English ladies, but in the Brazilian jungle, there wasn’t anyone about to tell one what one could and could not do.”
In the background, Ginger heard sirens. Moments later, the sound of quick and heavy steps on the stairs were followed by Basil, springing into the room. His gaze dropped to the pistol in Ginger’s hand.
“Ginger!”
“I’m all right, Basil. But we need an ambulance for Mr. Armstrong.” She nodded towards the man sitting up against the wall, wincing in his discomfort. “Miss Booth shot him in the, er, behind. And she’ll need a lift back to the hospital. She’s definitely unwell.”
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Two weeks later, a judge declared Nellie Booth unfit for trial and sent her to Broadmoor, the hospital for the criminally insane. Ginger did feel sorry for the tennis player because her trip to Brazil, which was meant to be an adventure with only memories and souvenirs brought home, had turned into something so dark and deadly. A new blood test had confirmed the presence of a sativa cannabis strain from South America known to cause paranoia in some of its users. That explained the sweet, smoky smell Ginger had detected in Miss Booth’s presence, and her unhinged behaviour. That, and the fact that Ginger had seen her sneaking alcohol at the fashion show, would point to an abuse of other substances.
However, Nellie Booth’s state of mind couldn’t excuse what must’ve been a premeditated plan cooked up weeks before. Miss Booth’s resentment towards Irene Cummings had run deep. Coco Chanel arriving at the fashion show with her bamboo parasol created an opportunity of passion for Nellie, who at the time had been inebriated and not thinking clearly. One might conclude that this new parasol could be dismantled much like any other. And if her performance with Mr. Armstrong was anything to go by, Nellie’s talent for tennis didn’t extend to darts. Millie and Felicia became collateral damage as she aimed at Miss Cummings, her true target.
Ginger could only hope that the tragedy would shake the rogue Mr. Armstrong into a state of sober responsibility and that in the future, he’d be far more careful when engaging with the fairer sex.
Coco Chanel had paid Ginger for her work, having had her name cleared and, inadvertently, sales of her now-infamous parasol boosted. All the designers were relieved to be released. Coco had promised to contact Ginger when she returned from Paris, inviting her to tea.
Perhaps the two would become genuine friends one day, after all.
Ginger was pleased to have her family life and her work routines return to normal. Madame Roux ran Feathers & Flair like a well-oiled machine, and Felicia—now happily reunited with Charles and all misunderstandings swept away—worked on her latest mystery manuscript from the offices of Lady Gold Investigations. No new clients had ventured in or rung, and Ginger was satisfied with the lull, preferring to keep her feet up as she read a book in the sitting room and having more time to lounge about with Basil when he was home.
Boss, who kept her company if Scout was engaged with his tutor, had become adept at telling the time. The clock on the mantel struck the hour, and he rose from his doggy bed, shook himself awake, and walked out. Scout’s lessons had ended.
Ginger smiled. She roused herself as well, remembering a letter in her study from her American half-sister, Louisa, that needed answering.
Ginger heard voices coming from the drawing room on the opposite side as she stepped into the hall. One of the double wooden doors had been left ajar.
“Really, Ambrosia, you are impossible.”
Ginger ducked her chin in shock. The voice was elderly and female and most certainly sounded like the Duchess of Worthington. She stepped quietly to the doorway to confirm her suspicions.
“I’m not sure what it is that you want from me, Deborah,” Ambrosia returned. “You betrayed the sisterhood.”
“Betrayal is a very strong word. How about a measure of understanding? If anyone should understand, it’s you.”
Ginger stared through the opening to see the two ladies sitting in matching green-velvet pincushion chairs, hugging the fireplace. A baby grand piano sat in the corner behind them.
“I’m sorry that your marriage to the Duke isn’t to your satisfaction, but I’m afraid that doesn’t change anything,” Ambrosia said coolly.
The Duchess shot to her feet. “Well, if that’s the way you feel, I’ll find my way out.”
Ginger darted away from the doors, not wanting to be caught eavesdropping. It was unbecoming behaviour, but Ginger blamed the war and her spy training for making her so curious and careful about everything.
She made it to the staircase before the Duchess stormed out, and she pretended to be on the first step on her way up. She feigned surprise. “Your Grace!”
The Duchess’ surprise wasn’t put on. “Oh, Mrs. Reed. Do forgive me. I’ve been to visit the Dowager Lady Gold. I’m just taking my leave.”
Ginger stepped in beside the Duchess. “How delightful. Where is Ambrosia now?”
“She’s, er, fatigued, so I offered to show myself out.”
“Well, I insist on walking you to your driver. I assume he’s waiting outside?”
“Of course.”
Ginger struggled to find a way to bring up the rift between the Duchess and Ambrosia without it being obvious that she’d just overheard their disagreement. As she opened the front doors, she said, “How nice it is that the two of you could renew your friendship after so many years.”
“Yes, well . . .” The Duchess left her thought unfinished.
They reached the Duchess’ motorcar, and the driver jumped out to open the back door for her.
The Duchess glanced at Ginger with regret flashing behind tired eyes. “Good day, Mrs. Reed.”
“Good day, Your Grace.”
Had Ginger known that would be the last conversation she would have with the Duchess, she would’ve asked more questions, especially about this mysterious “sisterhood”.
What would it take to get Ambrosia to open up? Though the dowager enjoyed a bit of gossip now and again, she could be tighter than a clam when it came to her own secrets.
And as for se
crets, Ginger had plenty of her own. She stepped back inside, just as Ambrosia neared the top of the stairs. The dowager looked rather older than she had that morning. Whatever her past with the Duchess, it wasn’t something to be ignored.
“Grandmother,” Ginger called out. “Is everything all right? I just walked the Duchess of Worthington to her motorcar, and she seemed unsettled.”
“I’m fine and she’s fine and it’s none of anyone’s business.” Ambrosia picked up her skirt and banged her walking stick rather loudly down the corridor to her room. Though prickly by nature, Ambrosia’s abrupt statement was rude, even for her.
Ginger sighed. Her natural inquisitiveness was a tremendous trait when it came to her investigative work, but when it came to Ambrosia, her curiosity would have to wait.
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How fabulous that I found this Journal today, hidden in the bottom of my wardrobe. Good old Pippins, our English butler in London, gave it to me as a parting gift when Father whisked me away on our American adventure so he could marry Sally. Pips said it was for me to record my new adventures. I’m ashamed I never even penned one word before today. I think I was just too sad.
This old leather-bound journal takes me back to that emotional time. I had shed enough tears to fill the ocean and I remember telling Father dramatically that I was certain to cause flooding to match God’s. At eight years old I was well-trained in my biblical studies, though, in retro-spect, I would say that I had probably bordered on heresy with my little tantrum.
The first week of my “adventure” was spent with a tummy ache and a number of embarrassing sessions that involved a bucket and Father holding back my long hair so I wouldn’t soil it with vomit.
I certainly felt that I was being punished for some reason. Hartigan House—though large and sometimes lonely—was my home and Pips was my good friend. He often helped me to pass the time with games of I Spy and Xs and Os.
“Very good, Little Miss,” he’d say with a twinkle in his blue eyes when I won, which I did often. I suspect now that our good butler wasn’t beyond letting me win even when unmerited.
Father had got it into his silly head that I needed a mother, but I think the truth was he wanted a wife. Sally, a woman half my father’s age, turned out to be a sufficient wife in the end, but I could never claim her as a mother.
Well, Pips, I’m sure you’d be happy to know that things turned out all right here in America.
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