Kate Kingsbury - Decked With Folly

The first book in the Pennyfoot Hotel Special series, 2009

There are very few authors whose work cannot be greatly improved by a good editor, and I am fortunate to have one of the best. I sometimes think Sandra Harding knows my characters as well as I do. Thank you, Sandy, for another remarkable job.

My thanks to Paige Wheeler, my industrious and savvy agent, for her constant encouragement and enthusiasm. You never let me down and that means the world to me.

Many thanks also to Judith Murello and the incredible art department. My covers are a joy, and so beautifully rendered. Ive loved every one of them.

Thanks to a dear friend, Ann Wraight, for sending me research clips and magazines all the way from England.

To my fans, who send me wonderful e-mails and give me so much pleasure with their warm wishes. The staff and guests of the Pennyfoot Hotel thrive on your praise. Thank you.

To a very special fan, Helen Gibson, who turned one hundred years old on June 28, 2009.

To my husband, for being the wind beneath my wings. Your understanding and faith in me give me the strength to persevere when the chips are down.

The Christmas season was Cecily Sinclair Baxters favorite time of the year. Or it would be, if it werent for what had now become known as the Christmas curse.

Every year, it seemed, something quite dreadful happened to put a dampener on things. This year, Cecily fervently hoped there would be an exception.

After all, there was so much to look forward to with joyful anticipation. For one thing, her job as manager of the select country club situated on the quiet southeast coast of England afforded her scintillating company.

In the few short years since the turn of the century and Queen Victorias demise, it seemed as if all of England were eager to celebrate with all the gusto they could muster. Her guests were no exception.

It was a time for music, dance, joyful laughter, and the consumption of vast culinary delights from her famed chef, Michel. The Pennyfoot wallowed in delicious aromas of spices and herbs emitting from the kitchen, while the halls were filled with the fragrance of pine and cedar, arranged by the clever hands of her best friend, Madeline Pengrath Prestwick.

Descending the curving staircase, beautifully draped with bright red ribbon and holly, Cecily absorbed the heartwarm ing sights and smells of Christmas with a sense of well-being. This year there would be no curse to spoil the celebrations. She was sure of it.

Her enthusiasm wavered a bit as she spotted the gentleman waiting for her at the foot of the stairs. Archibald Parkers stunted height and heavy girth caused him to wheeze, and his busy eyes constantly haunted the dark corners of the room as if he expected to see something undesirable lurking there.

His luxurious mustache apparently gave him some discomfort, since he twitched his nose at regular intervals while talking. Cecily found this all quite distracting, and had trouble following a conversation with the man, which is why she attempted to avoid him whenever possible.

Despite her best efforts, Archie, as he insisted upon being called, had managed to waylay her on several occasions over the past three days. It seemed that he had done so again, since his gaze remained fixed on her until she reached him.

Mr. Parker! She managed a polite smile. You have risen early. Its not yet time for breakfast to be served. I trust all is well with you?

Quite, quite, Mrs. B. Yes, indeed. Archies twitching nose sent his mustache into a brief, lopsided angle. I did want a word with you, however, if I may be so bold?

Cecily suppressed a sigh. Of course, Mr. Parker.

Archie, please.

He looked so anxious she hurried to reassure him. Archie, then. How may I be of assistance?

His gaze switched to the corner where the grandfather clock resided. Well, I was er wondering if youd be interested in any of my wares. Im a medical salesman, you know. In the great city of London. He coughed, bringing a pudgy hand to his mouth. Yes, indeed.

Having been informed of that on more than one occasion, by Archie himself no less, Cecily had trouble hiding her irritation. So you have mentioned. I believe I have already explained about my friend, Mrs. Prestwick? She is an herbalist, and supplies all my needs.

As on all the previous occasions when she had mentioned Madelines penchant for herbal remedies, Archie managed to convey his disgust with a slight toss of his practically bald head. Dont believe in all that weeds and herbs stuff myself. You never know what youre swallowing. Could be poison for all we know. He uttered a nervous laugh. Now on the other hand, these little pills-he withdrew a small bottle from his pocket-best thing for the digestion you ever did see. He waved the bottle in her face.

My digestion is in quite good order, thank you. Still holding on to her smile by sheer willpower, she started to move away, but Archie slithered in front of her again. What about regularity? Have any problems with that?

Cecily paused, her smile vanishing. Mr. Parker, I really must insist that you not use this establishment for soliciting. If I find out that you have been harassing the guests with attempts to sell-

Oh, no, no, Mrs. B. You have my word you are the only one to whom I have mentioned my profession. Yes, indeed.

Really. However did I manage to be so fortunate?

Archie beamed. Well, I just thought I could do you a favor or two, seeing as how you are always running about this building. He waved his arm in the air. Pretty sizable building at that. Must be quite tiring at your age.

Cecily winced. While she was perhaps a little closer to fifty than forty, she did not consider herself in the least old, and to be reminded that she was no longer a sprightly young thing offended her greatly.

Archibald Parker was a guest of the club, however, and as such had to be treated with due respect. Even if the man was a complete and utter oaf. Moreover, he had arrived without a companion, and Cecilys kind heart compelled her to feel sympathy for anyone spending Christmas without a loved one by his side.

I can assure you, I will enlighten you if I should feel the need for any of your medical remedies. She regained her smile, albeit with some difficulty. In the meantime, perhaps youd like to wait in the library for breakfast to be served?

Archie glanced down the hallway. Perhaps I will. Er will your chief housemaid be serving breakfast this morning, by any chance?

Taken aback, Cecily took a moment to answer. Youre referring to Mrs. McBride, perhaps?

Archie nodded. McBride. Gertie. Yes, thats her. I like her temperament. Spirited young woman, that. He attempted a wink, but his nose twitched at the same time, pulling his entire face into a grotesque grimace.

Im sure she would be most flattered by your comments, Cecily said, trying not to grit her teeth.

To her surprise, a look of alarm crossed Archies flushed face. Oh, please dont mention that I spoke of her. He shot a worried glance across the lobby. Wouldnt want the young lady to get the wrong impression.

It was Cecilys considered opinion that her robust housemaid would waste no time in putting the objectionable man in his place. With considerable fervor if necessary. Of course. You can rely on my discretion.

Good, good. He thrust a hand in his pocket and came up with a large white handkerchief. Mopping his brow, he muttered, Dont want to go putting ideas in young heads, now do we. Wouldnt do at all.