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On any given day in London, all Charles Lenox, Victorian gentleman and armchair explorer, wants to do is relax in his private study with a cup of tea, a roaring fire and a good book. But when his lifelong friend Lady Jane asks for his help, Lenox cannot resist another chance to unravel a mystery, even if it means trudging through the snow to her townhouse next door.One of Janes former servants, Prudence Smith, is dead an apparent suicide. But Lenox suspects something far more sinister: murder, by a rare and deadly poison. The house where the girl worked is full of suspects, and though Prudence dabbled with the hearts of more than a few men, Lenox is baffled by an elusive lack of motive in the girls death. When another body turns up during the London seasons most fashionable ball, Lenox must untangle a web of loyalties and animosities. Was it jealousy that killed Prudence? Or was it something else entirely, something that Lenox alone can uncover before the killer strikes again disturbingly close to home?

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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously.

A BEAUTIFUL BLUE DEATH. Copyright 2007 by Charles Finch. All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. For information, address St. Martins Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, NY. 10010.

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Finch, Charles (Charles B.)

A beautiful blue death / Charles Finch.1st ed.

p. cm. (First chronicle of Charles Lenox)

ISBN-13: 978-0-312-35977-5

ISBN-10: 0-312-35977-2

1. London (England)Fiction. I. Title.

PS3606.I526 B43 2007
813.6dc22

2007011273

First Edition: July 2007

10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

To my mother

Acknowledgments

Im deeply grateful for the help of the following people: Kate Lee, Charles Spicer, Ben Sevier, Jen Crawford, Angela Finch, Charles Finch, Stephen Finch, Sam Truitt, Alex Truitt, Louise Crelly, Harriet Bloomstein, Sam Kusack, Alastair Kusack, Eve Stern, Ben Reiter, Rachel Blitzer, Matt McCarthy, John Phillips, Robin Crawford, Craig Thorn, Frank Turner, and the entire group at Oxford.

And in particular John Hill, Roseanna Hill, Julia Hill, Henry Hill, and Isabelle Hill; my father, who has given me a tremendous amount of support; and my grandmother, who gave me a place to write the book, the confidence to think I could, and the abiding lessons of my life.

Chapter 1

T he fateful note came just as Lenox was settling into his armchair after a long, tiresome day in the city. He read it slowly handed it back to Graham, and told him to throw it away. Its contents gave him a brief moment of preoccupation, but then, with a slight frown, he picked up the evening edition of the Standard and asked for his tea.

It was a bitterly cold late afternoon in the winter of 1865, with snow falling softly over the cobblestones of London. The clock had just chimed five oclock, and darkness was dropping across the citythe gas lights were on, the shops had begun to close, and busy men filled the streets, making their way home.

It was the sort of day when Lenox would have liked to sit in his library, tinkering with a few books, pulling down atlases and maps, napping by the fire, eating good things, writing notes to his friends and correspondents, and perhaps even braving the weather to walk around the block once or twice.

But alas, such a day wasnt meant to be. He had been forced to go down to the Yard, even though he had already given Inspector Exeter what he thought was a tidy narrative of the Isabel Lewes case.

It had been an interesting matter, the widely reported Marlborough forgeryinteresting, but, in the end, relatively simple. The family should never have had to call him in. It was such a characteristic failure for Exeter: lack of imagination. Lenox tried to be kind, but the inspector irritated him beyond all reason. What part of the mans mind forbade him from imagining that a woman, even as dignified a woman as Isabel Lewes, could commit a crime? You could be proper or you could investigate. Not both. Exeter was the sort of man who had joined the Yard partly for power and partly because of a sense of duty, but never because it was his true vocation.

Well, well, at least it was done. His bones were chilled straight through, and he had a pile of unanswered letters on his desk, but at least it was done. He scanned the headlines of the newspaper, which drooped precariously over his legs, and absentmindedly warmed his hands and feet by the large bright fire.

What bliss was there to compare to a warm fire, fresh socks, and buttered toast on a cold day! Ah, and here was his tea, and Lenox felt that at last he could banish Exeter, the Yard, and female criminals from his mind forever.

He sat in a long room on the first floor of his house. Nearest the door was a row of windows that looked out over the street he lived on, Hampden Lane. Opposite the windows was a large hearth, and in front of the hearth were a few armchairs, mostly made of red leather, where he was sitting now, and little tables piled high with books and papers. There were also two leather sofas in the middle of the room, and by the window a large oak desk. On the other two walls there were oak bookshelves that held the library he had collected over the years.

Lenox was a man of perhaps forty, with brown hair still untouched by age. He had been lean in his youth, and now, though he weighed more, he was still a tall thin man who stood erect, though without the uncomfortably ascetic bearing of many tall thin men. He had bright cheeks, a pleasant smile, and a short beard, such as men in Parliament were wont to wear. His eyes were a clear hazel and occasionally betrayed his geniality, for they would sharpen when he was absorbed with an idea or a suspicion.

If at twenty he had been single-minded and occasionally obsessive, at forty he had mellowed and now preferred to sit in front of a warm fire, reading the newspaper with a cup of tea in his hand. He had always loved his friends and his family dearly but took more pleasure in them now. He had always loved his work but allowed himself to be diverted from it more often now. It had simply happened that he had never married, and now he was a thorough bachelor, comfortable company but set in his ways and a good deal more snug at home than in the first ambition of his youth. Lenox hadnt changed, in his own estimation; and yet of course he had, as all men do.

The tea tray sat on a small side table by his chair, next to a stack of books, several of which had fallen to the floor, where he had left them the night before. The servants had learned by now to leave his library as he left it, except for an occasional dusting. He poured a healthy cup of tea, took a large scoop of sugar and a splash of milk, and then turned his attention to the plate of toast. Graham had thoughtfully added a small cake, which was a rare treat. But then, it had been a trying day.

After several cups of tea, a few pieces of toast, and a slice of the cake, he pushed the tray away with a feeling of contentment, dropped his paper on the floor, and picked up a slim leather volume. It was a recently published edition of The Small House at Allington, which he was reading slowly in order to savor it. Today he would give himself two chapters: another small reward for coping with both Inspector Exeter and the fearsome weather.

Graham came in after a moment to take away the tray.

Excuse the interruption, sir, he said, but will there be a reply to Lady Greys letter?

Its horribly cold outside, Graham.

Indeed, sir?

Really horribly cold. You expect a seal to stroll by you on the street.

Are you warm now, sir?

Yes, a little better. I was only thinking about the cold.

Sir?

Lenox sighed. I suppose Ill have to go next door, though. There was a pause while he looked glumly into the fire.

To Lady Greys, sir? said Graham.

Lenox didnt respond. He continued to look glum. Finally he said, Yes, to Lady Greys. I hate to do it, though.

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