Suspect:
Miss Lucy Greenwood, creator of bespoke cakes for special occasions. (Part-time sleuth)
Age: 28
But her revolutionary ideas are not appreciated by everybody in that town. In fact, the other tradesmen on her street take offence at this attractive young woman, in business for herself, brazenly pushing her way into their exclusive little group. The outside of her shop is decorated with a sophisticated sort of subtlety that only hints at the delights within (no, they would certainly never enter the place to see for themselves) and the bow window is swathed in rich silk curtains, parted just wide enough to reveal a careful arrangement of dainty, mouthful-sized, chocolate and strawberry pink, fondant cakes. But beyond that tempting offering, nothing more can be seen of what goes on behind the curtains. Her male neighbors would prefer to keep women in their place, out of the business world and certainly not wandering around town without the protective guidance of a gentleman companion. As far as they're concerned, everything about this haughty cake shop proprietress --including her modern, independent manners, exotic ingredients (yes, she's been known to use coconut)and elegant, secretive draperies -- suggests wickedness afoot.
Certainly nothing about this woman or her cakes can be called plain. The turmoil she's created simply by moving in to the premises on Charles Place is little short of anarchy.
They know
nothing about her past or where she came from, but one look at her striding
proudly down the street in one of her fashionable outfits is enough to start
the rumor mill churning. They've heard she's a member of the Rational Dress
Society and that she attends lectures by the National Society for Women's
Suffrage. That's bad enough, but she also reads popular novels without hiding
the covers. She carries them boldly in the street, alone, holding these scandalous books in her
scarlet leather-clad hands. There is simply no excuse for it.
Their wives feel much the same about Lucy Greenwood. She is an unmarried woman with no apparent desire for a husband and an equal disdain for gossip. So how can she fit in with them? She dresses far too fashionably. What's more, they hear from the postmaster's wife that she orders expensive, fancy, lace underthings from Lockreedy & Velder's Emporium in London. What, exactly, does she need them for, if there is no man in her life to see them?
Surely
these extravagances do not fit with her membership of the Rational Dress Society—
a group that means to be rid of corsets altogether.
They simply
cannot make her out.
Crimson
gloves, lurid novels and decadent amounts of lace, indeed! This is Charles
Place, the finest parade of gentlemen's shops in York, not the Montmarte in
Paris.
Just who
does this prim miss think she is?
Finally, we come to the
name of her shop; the very apex of her mischief.
Bespoke Temptations? As Detective
Inspector Deverell thinks before he's even met the young lady accused of poisoning the victim, Now that was trouble, if ever he'd heard of
it.
And he is soon to find out how very right he is.
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(Images used here: Public domain graphic of Victorian lady and "Plain chocolate caramels" c. early 20th century recipe book. Also author's own photograph of her gloves. Photo of cake -- and, indeed, cake itself-- provided by author's sister)
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