"Affianced couple crime solvers in turn-of-the-century New York"
Reviewed by Make Kay
Posted May 30, 2015
Mystery Historical
MURDER ON AMSTERDAM AVENUE is book seventeen in Victoria
Thompson's
Gaslight Mystery series. With delightful historical
mysteries, this series is set in nineteenth century New
York
City. Like Charlotte and Thomas Pitt of Anne Perry's
famed
series, midwife Sarah Brandt and Detective Sergeant Frank
Malloy come from different ethnic and social classes,
allowing Thompson to draw back the curtain on how many
different types of people lived in yesteryear. I enjoy
this
series as much for the detail about turn of the century
New
York as I do the mysteries.
Sarah Brandt is the daughter of NYC high society parents,
who turned her back on her elite upbringing to marry a
common physician. Now widowed, Sarah is a midwife and the
adoptive mother of a little girl who also assists her
fiancé
Frank Malloy in crime investigations. Malloy recently
inherited an enormous fortune and so has been turned off
the
metropolitan police force. He is at odds and ends trying
to
supervise the completion of the reconstruction of a
mansion
so he and Sarah may live there once they marry. Waiting
for
the house to be done is the final impediment to their
marriage, and I have to say, I expected that it would not
be
completed in this book. I take great glee in watching the
construction work stymie Malloy in a way that detective
work
does not!
Sarah's mother takes Sarah on a condolence call to the
Upper
West Side, where Charles Fairfax, the son of family
friends
has just unexpectedly died. Charles' father asks Sarah
and Malloy to investigate, as he believes his son has been
poisoned. The further into the investigation our intrepid
couple gets, the more family secrets trickle out to
confound
the sleuths. The origins of the murder reach back to the
War Between the States, and the scandal could take the
prominent family down. As always, there are wonderful
insights into the social mores of the time, with
delightful
nuggets of historical details strewn easily and fruitfully
throughout the story. I always enjoy the strength and
compassion of both Sarah and Malloy, whose loves continues
to enrich their lives and those around them.
One of the most pleasing things about Murder on Amsterdam
Avenue is that Sarah and Malloy finally get married.
After
such a looooooonng engagement over books and books and yet
more books, I was beginning to think their marriage would
never take place! But take heart, their marriage does not
spell the end of the series- book eighteen has already
been
announced! I am eager to pick up the next in the
Gaslight
Mystery series, as Thompson's books never disappoint.
SUMMARY
In this Gaslight Mystery from the national bestselling
author of Murder in
Murray Hill, midwife Sarah Brandt and Detective Sergeant
Frank Malloy
investigate
foul play in the secretive high-society world of
nineteenth-century New York
City… In the midst of Sarah and Frank’s wedding preparations,
Sarah accompanies her
mother on a condolence call to the Upper West Side, where
Charles Fairfax,
the
son of family friends, has died unexpectedly after
suffering from a
mysterious
disease. It is a tragic and all too common story—or so it
seems. Charles’s
father
asks to speak with Sarah privately. He believes his son
was poisoned and
would
like Sarah and Frank to look into the matter with the
utmost discretion.
Putting their own personal affairs on hold, Sarah and
Frank soon learn that
not
everyone wants to know more about Charles’s death,
particularly if he was
murdered. As they unravel secrets that reach back to the
War Between the
States,
they also discover that they are in the company of a very
present danger…
ExcerptCHAPTER I“Charles Oakes is dead.” Sarah looked up at her mother in surprise. They were
sitting at her kitchen table, and Sarah had spent the
last half hour bringing her mother up to date on the
arrangements she and her fiancé, Frank Malloy, had
decided upon for their wedding and their future life.
She hadn’t expected to hear about a death. “Is Charles
the son? The one who was a few years older than I?” “Sadly, yes.” “Oh, dear. I thought maybe you meant his father.” “No, his father is Gerald.” “How did he die? Was it an accident?” “No, he was taken ill and…” Her mother shrugged.
Sometimes people just died, and no one knew why. As a
nurse, Sarah understood that even better than most. “Was he married?” Sarah had lost touch with most of her
old friends when she’d eloped with her first husband, a
lowly physician, and turned her back on her family’s
wealth and social position. “Yes, just over a year, I believe. No children, though,
which is sad because he was an only child.” “It’s always sad when a young person dies.” Neither of
them spoke of Sarah’s sister, who had died young, but
Sarah could almost feel Maggie’s presence in the room.
Her mother toyed with her empty coffee cup for a moment,
carefully not meeting Sarah’s eye. “Mother, what is it?” She sighed. “I have to pay a condolence call on the
family. I was hoping you’d go with me.” Sarah actually winced. She’d been afraid of this. Not
of an old friend dying, but of being drawn back into her
mother’s world of high society with its strict and
meaningless rules and obligations. “I know you haven’t seen them in years,” her mother
hurried on before Sarah could protest. “But you and Mr.
Malloy are going to have to find your place in society
now, and starting with your old friends seems like a
natural way to begin.” “My old friend Charles is dead,” Sarah reminded her. “You know what I mean. I know you think my life is silly
—” “Oh, Mother, I don’t—” “Don’t bother denying it. And you’re right, a lot of the
things I do aren’t very important, but you and Mr. Malloy
will need friends when you marry. Maybe you think your
life isn’t going to change very much just because you’ll
be wealthy, but you’ll see, Sarah. People you know now
won’t want to associate with you anymore. They’ll either
be jealous or they’ll assume you think yourselves too
good for them now.” “But we won’t!” “Of course you won’t, but they’ll think it anyway.
You’ve seen it already. Mr. Malloy had to leave the
police force, and his poor mother had to leave her old
neighborhood.” Once the story of Malloy’s sudden change of fortune had
appeared in the newspapers, the Malloys had indeed been
forced to leave the neighborhood where they’d lived since
Mrs. Malloy had come over from Ireland as a young girl.
“But that was just because the reporters wouldn’t leave
them alone.” “And because all her old friends wouldn’t even speak to
her anymore unless they were asking for money. Sarah,
when you’re…” She gestured vaguely. “Rich?” Sarah supplied. “I was going to say a member of the privileged classes,
but yes, wealthy. When you’re wealthy, the only people
who feel comfortable with you are people just like you.
Believe me, you will feel the same.” As much as she hoped otherwise, Sarah was afraid her
mother was right. “So paying a condolence call on the
Oakes family is to be my first step back into your world? “It’s your world, too, or at least it was for most of
your life. And yes, it could be. Charles’s widow will
need friends.” Sarah knew when she was beaten. “When did you want to
go?” “This afternoon if you’re free. I need to go home and
change, and I can send the carriage back for you.” “That’s not necessary. I’ll change here and go home with
you. At least I have some appropriate clothes now.”
Sarah and her mother had started buying her trousseau.
As a widowed midwife, her wardrobe had been much more
practical and utilitarian than fashionable, so she’d been
slowly adding new items. Less than a half hour later, Sarah had changed into a
stylish suit of myrtle green batiste in deference to the
early fall weather. Since Sarah’s daughter, Catherine,
and her nursemaid, Maeve, were off visiting the park,
they were able to get away without too much fuss. “Do you think you’ll keep a carriage when you’re
married?” her mother asked as her own carried them away
from Sarah’s Bank Street home. “Our house has a mews, although the previous owners
hadn’t used the stables for a long time. Keeping horses
in the city is such a lot of bother, though. Now tell me
about Charles’s family. I remember there’s something
unusual about his mother, but I can’t remember what.” “She’s Southern.” “Oh, that’s right. Where is she from again?” “Georgia, I think.” “Now I remember. Charles was always ashamed of that, I
think, or maybe just embarrassed. He was teased, I
know.” “Of course he was. After the war, people were angry and
bitter. So many young men died or were maimed, and of
course they blamed the South for starting it all.” “Well, they did start it all by seceding from the Union.” Her mother smiled sadly. “Gerald liked to remind them
that Jenny didn’t start it and that she was just as much
a victim as they were. Even still, many people hated
Jenny on principle, without ever bothering to meet her.” “But how on earth did she ever get to New York in the
first place?” “Gerald sent her. Oh, it was all very romantic, although
it was also very tragic.” “Great romances are often tragic,” Sarah said. “Like
Romeo and Juliet.” “Fortunately, Gerald and Jenny’s ended much better than
that one.” “So he must have met her when he was in the Army.” “I’ve been trying to remember the whole story, but it’s
been a long time since I heard it. Jenny’s family owned
a plantation. I’m sure of that, at least. Gerald was
with General Sherman, and of course they were burning all
the plantations as they marched to the sea, so it must
have been Georgia. When they got to Jenny’s home, she was
the only one of her family left alive.” “How awful! She must have been just a child.” “Fifteen or sixteen, if I remember correctly.” “And she was there all alone?” “It was a plantation, so they had slaves. Some of them
had stayed, but when our troops burned the house, they
had no place to go, so they followed the Union Army. I
understand that a lot of slaves did that.” “And Jenny went with them?” “Apparently. I don’t remember the details. Probably, she
had no choice, and at some point, Gerald noticed her. She
really was a beautiful young woman. He was smitten, and
he must have understood that such a beauty wouldn’t
remain innocent for long when surrounded by thousands of
soldiers, so he claimed her for himself.” “Oh, my, this is a romantic story. So he sent her North?” “After he married her.” “He married her? After just meeting her?” “He had to, because it was the only way to ensure that
his family would accept her, and even then…Well, as you
can imagine, they were none too pleased, but what could
they do? Gerald’s father had to travel down into the
South to fetch her home. You can’t believe how dangerous
that was during the war. They may have hoped Gerald
would come to his senses when the war ended and he
finally got home, but she was already with child. So they
pretended not to notice the social snubs, and eventually,
people got used to her.” “And Charles was their only child.” “Yes. I expect Jenny will be devastated.” “And you said he was married. His wife will be, too.” “I’m sorry to drag you into this, Sarah, but I just
couldn’t bear to face it alone.” “You could have just turned down the corner of your card
and had your maid carry it in for you.” Such a gesture
often replaced a visit when such a visit might be awkward
or unpleasant. Her mother’s lovely faced hardened for a moment. “I
couldn’t possibly do that. I know what it’s like to lose
a child.” “Oh, Mother, I’m so sorry,” Sarah said. “I didn’t think
—” “It’s all right. But it’s true. I always try to give
comfort in situations like this. It’s the least I can do,
no matter how little I might enjoy it. Besides, Gerald
and your father have been friends since childhood. And
they both belong to the Knickerbocker Club, of course.
So no matter what I think of Jenny—” “Wait, you don’t like Jenny either?” “No, but not because she’s a Southerner. I don’t like her
because I don’t like her.” “Oh. That makes sense.” Her mother sighed. “She’s a difficult person to know.” “I’m sure she is, and is it any wonder? She lost her
entire family and moved to a city she’d never seen before
with people she’d never met who hated her on sight.” “Southerners are supposed to be charming. She didn’t
have to make it more difficult by being aloof.” “Maybe she was just shy. Or terrified. She was still a
child.” “That was over thirty years ago. She’s no longer a
child, and she can’t still be terrified.” Sarah wondered if that were true.
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