A Singular And Whimsical Problem - Plot & Excerpts
My hair was ghastly, I was sure. Journalists milled about and photographers assembled their equipment as Mr. Walters, with a bloody handkerchief bearing evidence of Merinda’s blow, was escorted to a police carriage. Judge Abernathy would be next. A bevy of girls spilled out of the ship, their ivory hands blocking their eyes from the sun as they stretched toward their freedom. The empty vessel was being deprived of its secrets. I recognized Jenny—so she, too, had been lured into this dastardly trap. I started to make my way over to her, but was beaten there by a familiar figure: Martha Kingston. I watched as she and Jenny embraced. “What… how… ” spluttered Merinda. “I haven’t been exactly truthful with either of you,” Martha said, her voice contrite. “I am not just floating around Toronto rallying suffragette meetings. I work for the Montreal Gazette.” “Brilliant,” Merinda breathed. “I’m like you. I slip in and out of disguises and play the best Nellie Bly I can.”
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