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Authors: Maryka Biaggio

Parlor Games

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2013 by Maryka Biaggio

All rights reserved. Published in the United States by Doubleday, a division of Random House, Inc., New York, and in Canada by Random House of Canada Limited, Toronto.

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LIBRARY OF CONGRESS CATALOGING-IN-PUBLICATION DATA

Biaggio, Maryka
Parlor games : a novel / Maryka Biaggio. — 1st ed.
p. cm.
1. Swindlers and swindling—Fiction. 2. Female offenders—Fiction. 3. Pinkerton’s National Detective Agency—Fiction.
I. Title
PS3602.I14P37 2013
813′.6—dc23
2012005514

eISBN: 978-0-385-53623-3

v3.1

For my parents, Phyllis and Bill,
who made it all possible

Contents

Cover

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Epigraph

The Trial: You Be the Judge: Menominee, Michigan—January 22, 1917
My Humble Origins: From Illinois to Michigan—1869–1884
My Preliminary Education: Menominee—1884–1887
The Trial: Frank’s Charges: Menominee—January 22, 1917
Chicago Big and Brash: Chicago—June–August 1887
A Start for Pauline Davidson: Chicago—August 1887
Surprising Encounters: Chicago—August–October 1887
A Letter from Frank: Menominee—January 23, 1917
The Trial: My Lawyer’s Statement: Menominee—January 23, 1917
A Delicate Juncture: Chicago—October–November 1887
The Trial: Frank Takes the Stand: Menominee—January 23, 1917
Proposals and Propositions: Chicago—November 1887–June 1888
Matters of the Heart: Chicago—June 1888
My First Diamonds: Milwaukee and Menominee—June–November 1888
The Trial: The Value of a Dollar: Menominee—January 24, 1917
The Wilds of Portland: Portland, Oregon—December 1888–November 1889
San Francisco’s Charms: November–December 1889
Spoiled Spoils: San Francisco—December 1889–April 1890
Out of the Frying Pan: San Francisco—April 1890
The Trial: Gifts Given and Promised: Menominee—January 24–25, 1917
The Forbidding Orient: Shanghai to Hong Kong—April–June 1890
Americans in Tokyo: Tokyo—1890–1891
My Own Dear Johnny: Tokyo—1891
The Trial: A Matter of Calculation: Menominee—January 26, 1917
A Journey of Soul Searching: Tokyo to Vancouver—June 1891
From Menominee to New York: 1891
London Airs: New York and London—1891–1892
The Trial: Loans and Checks: Menominee—January 26, 1917
The Sacrifices of Marriage: Dalfsen and London—1892–1901
Acquisitions Old and New: From London to Arkansas—September–October 1901
The Bonds of Family and Friends: To Menominee—October–November 1901
Gene and Frank: Chicago and Pittsburgh—1902
For Rudolph’s Family: New York to Mexico—October–November 1902
One Last Bid: Mexico City—November 1902
Love, So Hard to Resist: Mexico City—November 1902–January 1903
Heartache on Heartache: Mexico City to Arkansas to New York—January–February 1903
Whatever Will I Do?: New York and Pittsburgh—February 1903
Another Letter from Frank: Menominee—January 27, 1917
The Wax and Wane of Hope: New York—March–May 1903
My Years of Wandering: New York and Menominee—1903–1905
Dr. Ernest Whidbey: On the Atlantic—April 1905
The Trial: The Proper Way to Conduct a Trial: Menominee—January 29, 1917
An Agreeable Arrangement: London—1905–1907
Flirting with Danger: The Mediterranean—March 1907–March 1908
The Trial: Trivialities: Menominee—January 30, 1917
What Are the Risks?: London and Monte Carlo—1908–1910
An Immoral Consideration: London—1910
Checkmate: From London to Egypt and New York—1910–1912
The Trial: Daisy Takes the Stand: Menominee—January 31, 1917
A Desperate Letter from Frank: Menominee—January 31, 1917
The Trial: To the Jury: Menominee—February 1, 1917
The Verdict: From Menominee to Points Beyond—February 1917
A Game of Cat and Mouse: The End of the Line—February 1917
Dispatch: 1918

Acknowledgments

Bibliography and Resources

About the Author

A single bad act no more constitutes a villain in life than a single bad part on the stage. The passions, like the managers of a playhouse, often force men upon parts without consulting their judgement, and sometimes without any regard to their talents.… Upon the whole, then, the man of candour and of true understanding is never hasty to condemn
.
—HENRY FIELDING,
Tom Jones

THE TRIAL
YOU BE THE JUDGE
MENOMINEE, MICHIGAN—JANUARY 22, 1917

I
believe, dear reader—and these words come from the bottom of my heart—that I can truly trust you. Look at yourself. You’ve sought out my story; you’re willing to hear me out through these many pages. Who but a worldly and curious soul would undertake such a journey? Why, already I discern in you the intellect and refinement of a person with an open heart and nimble mind. You and I, my new friend, will become well acquainted over the course of this tale.

But you’ll want me to proceed with the telling. That’s what you’ve come for, and I’ll not thwart your wishes a moment longer. So choose your favorite spot—a divan in a sumptuous hotel suite, the leather chair in front of your blazing fireplace, or a sun-soaked bench in a sculpture garden—any place, really, where we might enjoy the luxury of uninterrupted time together, and I will tell you the tale of the most dangerous woman in the world—or so the Pinkertons dubbed me.

Today was the first day of my trial in the booming metropolis of Menominee. I narrowed my attire choices down to an indigo dress or a modest black dress with fluted collar. Looking at the black dress, I thought, heavens, it’s no funeral, and donned the blue one. It hugged my torso in a becoming manner, but still struck the serious and formal note required of the occasion. I kept my jewelry to a minimum: a simple sapphire necklace and matching earrings; the carved gold bracelet the Baron gave me on our first wedding anniversary; and my three-stone diamond ring with garland filigrees. As much as I love my jewels, this was no time for ostentation.

With the trial slated to open at two in the afternoon, my brothers
and I enjoyed a leisurely luncheon at home. Then Paul drove us through swirling snow to the courthouse in his 1916 Apperson Jack Rabbit. He’s so proud of that car—with its spruce-green exterior and leather seats as comfortable as a sofa. But, then, his automobile business does stock the latest models in the Upper Peninsula.

“I believe, Paul,” I observed from the back seat, “that Mr. Apperson has taught Henry Ford a thing or two with this car.”

Gene, who sat beside me, said, “Taught him how to build the most expensive thing on wheels is what he’s done.”

I chuckled—Gene and I fell easily into the sport of teasing our older sibling—and added, “Now, if only you could find a buyer for it in Menominee.”

Paul pivoted his blocky head in my direction. “If I get the chance to sell it.”

I resented Paul’s insinuation that he stood to lose property in the lawsuit. After Papa’s passing, Paul had ordained himself head of the family, even though the best he’d ever managed was a lumber worker’s salary—that is, until I financed his automobile business. In truth, the responsibility for substantial support of the family had always fallen to me.

I reached over the front seat and patted Paul’s shoulder. “You needn’t worry. Have I ever let you down?”

“You’re coming damn close,” said Paul.

“Oh, don’t make it harder than it already is,” Gene said. “None of us likes being dragged to court.”

I could always count on Gene to take my side whenever Paul goaded me. With a winking nod to Gene, I said, “I’m sure it will all come out fine.”

Everyone should have a brother like Gene. He’s as loyal as a musketeer, always ready to serve up merriment, and dashing to boot. Today he sported a trim charcoal-gray suit; Paul wore a baggy black jacket and shiny-with-wear wool pants. Gene, at six foot two, surpasses Paul in height and carries himself as erect as a proud stallion. Gene has the sort of looks that beguile women—twinkly blue eyes, a shapely mustache, and tawny-brown hair. Paul, stouter of build and perpetually glum, has only managed to attract a dowdy wife who disdains the revelry Gene and I naturally fall into. How perfectly
provident that Gene, and not dull Paul, was named after our charming father.

Paul eased up on the accelerator as we rounded the corner onto Ogden Avenue. Wagon and car wheel ruts grooved the snow-packed streets, and our car jostled over the ridges, bouncing us up and down on our seats. Between buildings and in storefront cul-de-sacs, a gusting wind played the snowdrifts, skimming snow off their thin peaks and carving them into lopsided mounds. The drying cold of winter that hangs in the air even during a snowstorm pricked my bare cheeks and neck; I clutched the folds of my moleskin coat against its bite.

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