This is an intriguing mystery story, sparked by a curious historical event. Set in 1929 in Washington, DC this is a novel full of gothic undertones, hidden tunnels, secret chambers and crumbling mansions. Margaret O’Keefe has inherited her father’s racehorse business which he built up from scratch. Suddenly, she is forced to come to the aid of her elderly aunt, Blanche, who has been placed into an appalling care home whilst her own house is being ransacked for the Magruder ‘treasure’.
Margaret’s husband, the weak-chinned Keith, is more of a hindrance than a help. He has a penchant for liquor, gambling and women, and lives beyond his wife’s income. Margaret’s reasoning behind his behaviour is that he always seemed ‘attracted to things that were bright and shiny’. I love the flashbacks to Blanche’s childhood where she is described as a beautiful, blue-eyed, flaxen-haired girl and also the period eighteen months prior to current events, where you see an elderly Blanche squirreling away the banknotes. Are her hiding places the ‘work of a fool… or the work of a genius?’ and why is Margaret so in tune with figuring most of them out? Despite Blanche’s confused state, she is still capable of moments of lucidity and a happier environment with Madame Corot brings out the truth about her and Blackwell Swann.
This novel also highlights Margaret’s own personal journey. Blanche’s difficult relationship with her sister Emily causes Margaret to think about her own estranged sister, Judith, and re-evaluate her expectations. She also recognises that, although it is easy to dislike the money-grabbing, doughy-faced Lilli Lamb who has her eye firmly on the teak box, Margaret’s initial motives for helping are the same: she also wants the money. She set out thinking the hidden fortune would rescue the Magruder family farm, but over the course of the novel, Margaret’s concern about Blanche takes over and she comes to appreciate the debt she owes to her father and her aunt. Robert Brady also serves as a great contrast to Keith and helps her re-evaluate her relationship with her husband too.
Kendall writes beautifully and there are plenty of lovely descriptions of era and place: the pink grasshopper cocktails and Mr Victor’s Confectionary shop. There’s a really shocking twist to the tale, but it takes until the closing pages to discover what’s fantasy and what’s reality. A superb, at times chilling, mystery which charts Margaret’s journey to find the truth, but which also leads her on a journey of self-discovery and empowerment.