Murder in Postscript by Mary Winters

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Murder in Postscript

by Mary Winters

Series: Lady of Letters Mystery #1
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Published by Berkley on March 28, 2023
Setting: Victorian London, 1860
Genres: Cozy Historical Mystery
Pages: 320
Format: ebook
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When one of her readers asks for advice following a suspected murder, Victorian countess and agony aunt Amelia has no choice but to investigate in this first book in a thrilling new historical mystery series.
Amelia Amesbury--widow, mother, and countess--is bored, crushingly so. In an attempt to fill the days, Amelia becomes an "agony aunt" for a London penny paper, doling out advice on fashion, relationships, and manners. But when a lady's maid writes Amelia to ask for advice when she believes her mistress has been murdered--and then ends up a victim herself--Amelia is determined to solve the case.
With the help of her best friend and a handsome marquis, Amelia begins to piece together the puzzle, but as each new thread of inquiry ends with a different suspect, the investigation grows ever more daunting. From London's docks and ballrooms to grand country houses, Amelia tracks a killer, putting her reputation--and her life--on the line.

Murder in Postscript by Mary Winters is a spectacular mystery with the elegance and disdain of the upper crust.

Will Amelia figure out what is happening before her secret is announced to the ton?

Countess Amelia Amesbury

Amelia is our sleuth. However, she is more than that. She is also a widow, mother, Countess, writer, friend to all, stubborn and opinionated for a lady of the 1860s. I enjoyed getting to know her. Amelia isn’t like many ladies of her time. She is very forward-thinking for that period. However, she is extremely loyal, enjoys having fun, and doesn’t seem afraid of hard work.

The Countess is also Lady Agony, an advice columnist. This is not something that she wants to get out as the ton would never forgive her. And the repercussions to her ward would be terrible.

The Mystery

One of her followers has written her asking to meet to discuss the recent death of the maid’s lady. Amelia wants to help, but the maid is dead by the time she gets to the meeting place. Now Amelia feels obligated to figure out what happened. Oh my, I bounced all around trying to figure this out along with Amelia, Simon, and Kitty. Yet, I was caught off guard by the culprit. I honestly didn’t expect whodunit, and the reasoning is atrocious. Well played, Ms. Winters.

Five Stars

I love a good historical cozy mystery, but this one went beyond. It is entertaining, with the perfect balance of history, mystery, and a touch of romance. The use of the Lady Agony letters in the plot is a unique and fun way to get her thoughts into the story.

I will be on the lookout for the next Lady of Letters Mystery. My rating for Murder in Postscript by Mary Winters is five stars. I recommend it to everyone.

Excerpt

It was something else Edgar had given her that she’d enjoyed very much—a home with books. While the Feathered Nest had plenty of room for dining and entertaining, it did not afford much room for books, just the special theatricals the family loved and performed. One of her favorite performances was Romeo and Juliet, probably because she and Grady were central characters. Most times her eldest sister, Penelope, took the lead roles. Indeed, Penelope was better at memorizing lines, but Amelia was better at improvising.

She stopped and inhaled a breath. The room smelled of cloves and paper and past cigars. Hundreds of leather-­bound tomes filled the wooden bookshelves that lined the two-­story room. She bypassed the books and made for the large rosewood desk, situated in a bright alcove of windows. It faced a dark green couch, striped chairs, and an ornate oval table. In a nearby corner was a smaller table, with heavy crystal glasses and fine liquor. And on the far wall was a grand stone fireplace, surrounded by two soft damask chairs, comfortable enough for reading and dozing. She’d spent many nights there doing just that.

Slice went the letter opener, revealing the contents for her eyes only. She scanned the penmanship: hurried, sloppy, and slightly smudged from tears. Definitely a relationship problem. Settling into her chair, she began to read the letter.

Dear Lady Agony,

You are a lady of repute. Please tell me what to do. I love the boy next door, but he’s unaware of my feelings. I am certain we possess a special bond, for he smiles at me so. But he’s going to ask another girl to marry him. He told me his plan on the way to the well. I stumbled away, confused, but how I longed to tell him the truth of my feelings. Am I too late?

Devotedly,

Too Late for Love

Amelia dunked her quill in the ink. This one was easy, a drop in the bucket of love letters. She began her response, which would be printed in the magazine. Readers’ letters weren’t included, and a good thing, too. Amelia had a feeling many writers would be embarrassed later by the emotion they’d poured into their requests.

Dear Too Late for Love,

It’s never too late for love. In fact, I prefer the old, and perhaps wiser, adage, Better Late than Never. In your case, it cannot be truer. You love the boy and are late to admit it. Yes. However, there is still time. He hasn’t asked anyone to marry—yet. Best he knows your true feelings before he proceeds. Even if he does not reciprocate them, you will feel secure in the knowledge that you told him. And that is a feeling you can live with. The other is not.

Yours in Secret,

Lady Agony

The next letter was just as clear-­cut. It was from a reader who was jealous of her friend’s hair, though she didn’t say so outright. The letter accused the friend of spending too much time dressing her long, blonde, thick locks, but it was obvious to Amelia that the letter writer wished for the hair herself.

Another dunk into the inkwell, and Amelia was poised to respond.

Dear Hair, There, and Everywhere,

Some women are born with great hair. Others are born with great wit, vivacity, or kindness. Cultivate one of the latter. Or purchase a wig. The choice is just that simple.

Yours in Secret,

Lady Agony

She waited a moment before opening the last letter, savoring the unknown contents. It would be tomorrow afternoon before she received more letters, the mysteries that made up her day. Because of the popularity of the column, Grady made certain the letters arrived daily so that she wouldn’t fall behind.

She turned the envelope over in her hands, positioning it in front of the light. A few drops of spring sunshine shone through the windows, making burgundy flecks on the wall as it bounced off the nearby decanter of brandy. Soon a housemaid would be in to start a fire, to warm the chill brought on by the late afternoon. Then Amelia would enjoy a glass of sherry before dressing for dinner, a complicated affair that she had never quite mastered.

She noted the seal of the envelope had been hastily done. Dashed out at the last minute, perhaps, the letter might contain time-­sensitive information. Amelia unfolded the paper. The handwriting, no better than chicken scratch, was hard to decipher. Written at a slant, possibly in this morning’s rain burst, it was wrinkled and marked. Yet the writer’s desperation was clear from the first sentence. Amelia scanned the letter twice before dropping her quill, splattering ink on the desk. She grabbed her spectacles and read it a third time. Her eyes must be deceiving her. It was indeed dated this morning.

Dear Lady Agony,

You are my last hope, for I have nowhere else to turn. Could you meet me at St. James’s Park at nine o’clock this evening? Make sure no one follows you. I believe someone is following me. I’ll be at the bench by the pond. You will know me by my red hat. Please make every effort. I’ve witnessed something dreadful, and I fear the worst.

Devotedly,

Charlotte

Postscript: I think my mistress was murdered.

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