Chapter 12: Women, Politics & Murder

Women, Politics & Murder A plump maid with bold green eyes and a loose, full-lipped mouth led me up two flights of steps and into an elaborately furnished boudoir, where a woman in black sat at a window. She was a thin woman of a little more than thirty, this murdered man’s widow, and her face was white and haggard. “You are from the Continental Detective Agency?” she asked before I was two steps inside the room. “Yes.” “I want you to find my husband’s murderer.” Her voice wa…