CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
“James, Tennie, where is the paper?” I called.
I’d spent the better part of an hour searching for the Times, eager to see if there had been any additional coverage of my speech or the nasty letter-writing battle that followed. I couldn’t find it in any of the usual places; it wasn’t on the table in our bedroom, the sideboard in the dining room, not even in James’s favorite chair in the parlor. Stranger still was that even the servants had claimed not to have seen it.
Giving up, I donned my cloak and walked to the nearest newsstand. I paid my ten cents and scanned the headlines as I returned home. I was about to climb the front stairs when a notice in the legal section—which had increasingly been carrying threats against my firm by companies exposed in the Weekly—gave
