Today I'm participating in the Partners in Crime virtual book tour of The Body in the Ballroom by R.J. Koreto . . .
Genre: Historical Mystery
Published by: Crooked Lane Books
Publication Date: June 12th 2018
Number of Pages: 304
ISBN: 1683315774 (ISBN13: 9781683315773)
Series: Alice Roosevelt Mystery #2
Purchase Links: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Goodreads
Synopsis . . . President
Teddy Roosevelt’s daring daughter, Alice, leaps into action to
exonerate a friend accused of poisoning a man just about everyone hated.
Alice
Roosevelt, the brilliant, danger-loving daughter of President Theodore
Roosevelt, has already risked an assassin’s bullet to solve one murder.
She never expected to have to sleuth another, but she’d never pass up
the opportunity, either. Anything to stave off boredom.
And
such an opportunity presents itself when Alice is invited to a lavish
ball. The high-society guests are in high spirits as they imbibe the
finest wines. But one man, detested by nearly all the partygoers, quaffs
a decidedly deadlier cocktail. An African-American mechanic, who also
happens to be a good friend of former Rough Rider-turned-Secret Service
Agent Joseph St. Clair, is suspected of the murder-by-poison, but Alice
is sure he’s innocent and is back on the scene to clear his name.
From
downtown betting parlors to uptown mansions, Alice and Agent St. Clair
uncover forbidden romances and a financial deal that just might change
the world. But neither Alice nor her would-be protector may survive the
case at hand in The Body in the Ballroom, R. J. Koreto's gripping second Alice Roosevelt mystery.
My Review . . . After a short stay in Washington, D.C., eighteen-year-old Alice Roosevelt returns to New York City to engage in political and social events on behalf of her family, and Secret Service Agent Joseph St. Clair is again called upon to act as bodyguard for the President's daughter. Alice's aunt, Anna Roosevelt Cowles is more determined than ever to keep a watchful eye on the fearless Alice, and St. Clair has promised to do his best to steer Alice clear of situations unsuitable for her social stature. This is, of course, much easier said than done . . .
Alice is attending the debutante ball for Philadelphia Rutledge, one of her contemporaries, when a guest collapses and dies after drinking a cup of the Rutledge's famously detestable punch. The victim is Lynley Brackton, a society man feared and hated by many. When it is determined that the punch was poisoned with wolfsbane taken from the Rutledge greenhouse, an investigation is launched to find the person or persons responsible. Because of Brackton's social standing, the police feel pressured into making a quick arrest and closing the case. As a result, Peter Carlyle, a black auto mechanic is accused and arrested. This doesn't sit well with Alice, who overheard Brackton heatedly arguing with another gentleman earlier in the evening, or St. Clair, who knows Carlyle isn't capable of such an act.
Alice's quest for justice leads the duo on a highly adventurous and dangerous investigation from the mansions of New York's elite to the impoverished neighborhoods of immigrants. It is a tumultuous time in New York City history, and the story touches on the journalistic, political, ethnic, class, and race issues of the day. Alice and St. Clair discover secrets, prejudices, rivalries, and emotions that ultimately lead them to uncovering the truth and seeing justice served.
Koreto's well-drawn characters and fascinating plot make this a thoroughly engaging and enjoyable story. While The Body in the Ballroom can be read as a stand-alone, I encourage anyone who likes historical mysteries to treat themselves to Alice and the Assassin, the first book in the series. I recently read it, and you can find my review here.
Excerpt from The Body in the Ballroom . . . President Roosevelt and I were just finishing our talk when a moment later, the office door opened, and Mr. Wilkie, the Secret Service director, walked in. I stood to greet him.
"St. Clair. Glad to see you're back. Very pleased with the way it went in St. Louis." He turned to the president. "Have you spoken to him yet, sir?"
"Yes, and he's agreed." Wilkie looked relieved, too.
"Very good then. If you're done, sir, I'll take St. Clair to her. My understanding is that arrangements have been made for Miss Roosevelt to leave tomorrow afternoon."
"Exactly. We're all done then. St. Clair, thanks again. And I'll be up in the near future, so I expect to see you again soon." We shook hands, and I followed Mr. Wilkie out the door.
"Is she smoking on the roof again, sir?" I asked. That's what happened the first time I met Alice in the White House.
He grimaced. "No. My understanding is that she is in the basement indulging a new hobby of hers. But you'll see." He led me downstairs, and that's when I heard the unmistakable sounds of gunfire. Mr. Wilkie didn't seem worried, however. "Miss Roosevelt somehow got hold of a pistol and has set up her own private firing range in a storage room. We launched an investigation to figure out how Miss Roosevelt obtained such a weapon but were unable to reach a formal conclusion, I'm sorry to say."
No wonder they wanted me back.
And just as when Mr. Wilkie had sent me to get Alice off the roof, he once again cleaned his glasses on his handkerchief, shook my hand, wished me luck, and departed.
I heard one more shot, and that was it. She was probably reloading. The sound came from behind a double door at the end of the hallway. I carefully opened it, and she didn't notice at first.
I watched her concentrating on the pistol, her tongue firmly between her teeth as she carefully focused on reloading. It was an old Smith & Wesson single-action, and she was damn lucky she hadn't blown her own foot off. She was shooting at a mattress propped against the far wall, and from the wide scattering of holes, it was clear her marksmanship needed a lot of practice.
"A little more patience, Miss Alice. You're jerking the trigger; that's why you keep shooting wild. And that gun's too big for you."
It was a pleasure to see the look of shock and joy on her face. She just dropped the gun onto a box and practically skipped to me, giving me a girlish hug. "Mr. St. Clair, I have missed you." She looked up. "And I know you have missed me. They say you're back on duty with me. We're heading to New York tomorrow, and we'll have breakfast together like we used to and walk to the East Side through Central Park and visit your sister Mariah."
I couldn't do anything but laugh. "We'll do all that, Miss Alice. But I'm on probation from your aunt, so we have to behave ourselves. You have to behave yourself."
"I always behave." She waved her hand to show that the discussion had ended. "Now there must be a trick to loading revolvers because it takes me forever."
"I'll teach you. Someday." I made sure the revolver was unloaded and stuck it in my belt. Then I scooped up the cartridges and dumped them in my pocket.
"Hey, that's my revolver," said Alice. "It took me a lot of work to get it."
"You're not bringing it to New York, that's for sure, Miss Alice."
She pouted. "I thought you'd relax a little after being in St. Louis."
"And I thought you'd grow up a little being in Washington. You want to walk into the Caledonia like a Wild West showgirl? Anyway, don't you have some parties to go to up there?"
"Oh very well. But promise me you'll take me to a proper shooting range in New York and teach me how to load and fire your New Service revolver."
"We'll see. Meanwhile, if you don't upset your family or Mr. Wilkie between now and our departure tomorrow, I'll buy you a beer on the train." That made her happy.
We walked upstairs as she filled me in on White House gossip.
"Oh, and I heard you were in a fast draw in St. Louis and gunned down four men." She looked up at me curiously.
"A little exaggeration," I said. I hadn't killed anyone in St. Louis, hadn't even fired my revolver, except for target practice.
"You didn't kill anyone?" she asked, a little disappointed.
"No. No one."
But then her face lit up. "Because your reputation proceeded you, and they knew there was no chance of outdrawing you."
"That must be it," I said.
"But look on the bright side," she said, still full of cheer. "New York is a much bigger city. Maybe you'll get a chance to shoot someone there."
"St. Clair. Glad to see you're back. Very pleased with the way it went in St. Louis." He turned to the president. "Have you spoken to him yet, sir?"
"Yes, and he's agreed." Wilkie looked relieved, too.
"Very good then. If you're done, sir, I'll take St. Clair to her. My understanding is that arrangements have been made for Miss Roosevelt to leave tomorrow afternoon."
"Exactly. We're all done then. St. Clair, thanks again. And I'll be up in the near future, so I expect to see you again soon." We shook hands, and I followed Mr. Wilkie out the door.
"Is she smoking on the roof again, sir?" I asked. That's what happened the first time I met Alice in the White House.
He grimaced. "No. My understanding is that she is in the basement indulging a new hobby of hers. But you'll see." He led me downstairs, and that's when I heard the unmistakable sounds of gunfire. Mr. Wilkie didn't seem worried, however. "Miss Roosevelt somehow got hold of a pistol and has set up her own private firing range in a storage room. We launched an investigation to figure out how Miss Roosevelt obtained such a weapon but were unable to reach a formal conclusion, I'm sorry to say."
No wonder they wanted me back.
And just as when Mr. Wilkie had sent me to get Alice off the roof, he once again cleaned his glasses on his handkerchief, shook my hand, wished me luck, and departed.
I heard one more shot, and that was it. She was probably reloading. The sound came from behind a double door at the end of the hallway. I carefully opened it, and she didn't notice at first.
I watched her concentrating on the pistol, her tongue firmly between her teeth as she carefully focused on reloading. It was an old Smith & Wesson single-action, and she was damn lucky she hadn't blown her own foot off. She was shooting at a mattress propped against the far wall, and from the wide scattering of holes, it was clear her marksmanship needed a lot of practice.
"A little more patience, Miss Alice. You're jerking the trigger; that's why you keep shooting wild. And that gun's too big for you."
It was a pleasure to see the look of shock and joy on her face. She just dropped the gun onto a box and practically skipped to me, giving me a girlish hug. "Mr. St. Clair, I have missed you." She looked up. "And I know you have missed me. They say you're back on duty with me. We're heading to New York tomorrow, and we'll have breakfast together like we used to and walk to the East Side through Central Park and visit your sister Mariah."
I couldn't do anything but laugh. "We'll do all that, Miss Alice. But I'm on probation from your aunt, so we have to behave ourselves. You have to behave yourself."
"I always behave." She waved her hand to show that the discussion had ended. "Now there must be a trick to loading revolvers because it takes me forever."
"I'll teach you. Someday." I made sure the revolver was unloaded and stuck it in my belt. Then I scooped up the cartridges and dumped them in my pocket.
"Hey, that's my revolver," said Alice. "It took me a lot of work to get it."
"You're not bringing it to New York, that's for sure, Miss Alice."
She pouted. "I thought you'd relax a little after being in St. Louis."
"And I thought you'd grow up a little being in Washington. You want to walk into the Caledonia like a Wild West showgirl? Anyway, don't you have some parties to go to up there?"
"Oh very well. But promise me you'll take me to a proper shooting range in New York and teach me how to load and fire your New Service revolver."
"We'll see. Meanwhile, if you don't upset your family or Mr. Wilkie between now and our departure tomorrow, I'll buy you a beer on the train." That made her happy.
We walked upstairs as she filled me in on White House gossip.
"Oh, and I heard you were in a fast draw in St. Louis and gunned down four men." She looked up at me curiously.
"A little exaggeration," I said. I hadn't killed anyone in St. Louis, hadn't even fired my revolver, except for target practice.
"You didn't kill anyone?" she asked, a little disappointed.
"No. No one."
But then her face lit up. "Because your reputation proceeded you, and they knew there was no chance of outdrawing you."
"That must be it," I said.
"But look on the bright side," she said, still full of cheer. "New York is a much bigger city. Maybe you'll get a chance to shoot someone there."
***
Excerpt from The Body in the Ballroom by R.J. Koreto. Copyright © 2018 by R.J. Koreto. Reproduced with permission from R.J. Koreto. All rights reserved.
Excerpt from The Body in the Ballroom by R.J. Koreto. Copyright © 2018 by R.J. Koreto. Reproduced with permission from R.J. Koreto. All rights reserved.
About the Author . . .
R.J. Koreto has been fascinated by turn-of-the-century New York ever since listening to his grandfather's stories as a boy.
In
his day job, he works as a business and financial journalist. Over the
years, he’s been a magazine writer and editor, website manager, PR
consultant, book author, and seaman in the U.S. Merchant Marine. He’s a
graduate of Vassar College, and like Alice Roosevelt, he was born and
raised in New York.
He
is the author of the Lady Frances Ffolkes and Alice Roosevelt
mysteries. He has been published in both Ellery Queen’s Mystery Magazine
and Alfred Hitchcock’s Mystery Magazine. He also published a book on
practice management for financial professionals.
With his wife and daughters, he divides his time between Rockland County, N.Y., and Martha’s Vineyard, Mass.
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I want to read this series after seeing so many great reviews of it.
ReplyDeleteI highly recommend this author. His Lady Frances Ffolkes series is also good, especially if you like books set in Edwardian England.
DeleteOK, here is #2 in this series. Good! Glad you featured both of them and I'll be on the lookout at my library.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, Kay. I really like Koreto as an author. He has another historical series set in Edwardian England that's also good.
DeleteThanks everyone for the kind words about my books!
ReplyDeleteWell deserved!!
DeleteI really enjoyed this one though somehow I missed that it was 2nd in the series when I picked it up. I'm looking forward to reading book 1!
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