Walt Disney was quoted as saying:
“When you’re curious, you find lots of interesting things to do.”
In my opinion, Walt’s quote aptly described the personality and experiences of Meg, who is Dorothy Daniel’s protagonist in “Face of an Angel.” Meg is curious for sure, and as a result, she encounters more than her fair share of interesting opportunities and encounters.
In the opening pages of the story we learn that Englishwoman Margaret “Meg” Burney is on vacation in Italy, more specifically, she’s exploring a derelict villa located just outside Florence. We understand that Meg is not here by chance, but rather she’s retracing her steps from five years before. She’s nostalgic about her previous time in this place, one that happened by chance that first time. She’d stumbled onto the villa, and met the aged grandmother and her granddaughter, named Angelica.
The villa had been badly damaged by the war, but when Meg was first here, there were still a few inhabitable rooms. Those very rooms were the home of Angelica and her grandmother. At that time Meg was nineteen years old, Angelica was sixteen. It turned out that Angelica’s English was poor, but her grandmother interpreted, and soon they all become friendly and Meg was invited to stay with them for the evening.
As Meg became acquainted with the two ladies, she realized that the grandmother was intent on arranging a favorable marriage match for her granddaughter. It seemed to Meg that this would be a relatively easy task, considering what a lovely personality Angelica had, not to mention, “her handsome oval face, smooth dark hair and beautifully slender body.”
But in those early post war years, there were fewer promising marital prospects, and as a result, the grandmother’s worry for Angelica increased by the day.
Fast forward five years, Meg ventures back to the villa and quickly learns that it is no longer inhabitable. Apparently, it had been struck by lightning a few years before and was completely destroyed. While she is surveying the ruins of the building an elderly man approaches her, asking if he can be of assistance. Meg inquiries about the grandmother and Angelica. The man informs her that the grandmother has passed, but Angelica had married a few years before, to a wealthy Englishman, an art collector named Claudius Wilton. The man can supply no further details as to the couple’s whereabouts.
Back in England, Meg remains curious. She can’t seem to get Angelica off her mind. There is something about that storied day of five years past that she can’t shake off. So, she looks up the Wilton surname in the directory and finds no residential listings under that name, but there is one business named Wilton Galleries on Grosvenor Street. It was just about this time that we meet Meg’s on again, off again boyfriend Derek Moore. It just so happens that he has an admission ticket for an art exhibit at the very same Wilton Galleries!
Meg is amazed by the coin incidence, and decides that even though Derek can’t join her, she would be pleased if he could mail her the ticket. She tells Derek about Angelica, the girl she always thought of as the “Italian contessa” – the more she thought about Angelica the more determined she became that she must find her again. She strongly suspected that the Wilton Galleries might offer her a clue as to Angelica’s current life.
The day of the Wilton Galleries Art Exhibit arrives, and Meg peruses the crowd and not the paintings. She’s spotted by Hans Cromer, who is so besotted by her beauty that he introduces her to his old friend…none other than the gallery owner, Mr. Wilton himself.
“I think I may know your wife,” Meg informs him. She tells him about Angelica from Florence and is puzzled by Mr. Wilton’s (first name Clive), consternation.
Clive soon recovers his veneer of composure and then coolly informs Meg that he is married to a Luisa from Rome, not an Angelica from Florence. Clive excuses himself and Meg decides it’s time to leave. She enters the cloakroom, retrieves her coat, then reenters the main gallery, only to take one last look at Clive and Hans, engaged in what appears to be a rather clandestine looking conversation.
Meg proceeds out the galleries’ front entrance, and is offered a “cab share” with a mysterious younger man named Simon Somers. Simon is polite, so she agrees to share a cab with him. It is during the ride that Simon reveals that he, Hans and Clive all hail from the same town, Frenchley, on the Kent coast. Meg asks about Clive’s wife and Simon admits that he’s never met her; he only knows that she had an unfortunate accident shortly after their wedding, and she’s been in the hospital ever since. Simon let’s Meg know that Hans is a closer friend of Clive’s and as a result he’s probably met his wife.
Simon then offers Meg a warning that she should steer clear of Clive, due to the fact that “he’s like playing with a live electric wire.” Meg asks Simon what he meant by that, and he doesn’t wish to expand on it. This is all becoming too strange for Meg, and on top of it, she begins feeling that things are becoming a bit to “close” in the back of the cab for her comfort. It is then that Simon offers to take her to dinner, an offer she politely refuses. They part ways.
The next day, Derek calls Meg, informing her that Clive had called the previous evening, and that he was asking about her. “I gave him your number, you should expect a call from him soon” he says with a bit of a sarcastic tone of voice. A short time later, Clive calls Meg and tells her that he’s been looking for someone like her for a long time and that he has a business proposition for her.
They agree to meet at “Chateau Bleu” the following Wednesday.
From this point on, this story begins to take on a rather incredible number of twists and turns that at first blush, could easily be misinterpreted as little more than a miscellaneous collection of rather fantastic situations, including a abecedarian portrait painter, an mysterious absentee housekeeper, a lovesick librarian, an imprisoned wife and a rather bizarre storyline about a dressmaker’s dummy found in a ditch. The story’s overall intrigue is heightened by the telling of the “shadowy” dealings among collectors in the world of fine art.
Every one of the 183 pages of Dorothy Eden’s “Face of an Angel” had the power to pull me along, and it all ended way too quickly! In my opinion, the only aspect of this story that prevented it from a five star rating was that it felt as though it was about fifty pages too short. I would have liked to see just a bit more description of Han’s sinister, shadowy house and his paint gallery. There was also a place Daniels describes as “the strip of wasteland that’s marked dangerous because of unexploded mines” where some rather black hearted dealings go down. She could’ve spent a few more paragraphs on that ominous location.
But overall, I highly recommend “Face of an Angel!”