Spider Dance (Irene Adler Series #8) [NOOK Book]

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Irene Adler is the beautiful opera singer who bested the best detective in the world, the only woman to ever outwit Sherlock Holmes. She has spent years in self-imposed exile in Europe, in an attempt to reinvent herself and create a new life, because she cannot remember the old one. But now circumstances have forced this diva-turned-detective to investigate a past she doesn't remember--on her home ground.

Daredevil reporter Nelly Bly has ...
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Spider Dance (Irene Adler Series #8)

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Overview


Irene Adler is the beautiful opera singer who bested the best detective in the world, the only woman to ever outwit Sherlock Holmes. She has spent years in self-imposed exile in Europe, in an attempt to reinvent herself and create a new life, because she cannot remember the old one. But now circumstances have forced this diva-turned-detective to investigate a past she doesn't remember--on her home ground.

Daredevil reporter Nelly Bly has lured Irene, her faithful chronicler and British parson's daughter Nell Huxleigh, and Holmes himself to America, offering information regarding Irene's parentage. New York City in 1889 proved to be both fascinating and perilous for Irene, and Nelly Bly's information was more harmful than helpful. Because now Irene and her allies--and enemies--must race to follow a deadly trail of hidden personal and political history back in time to the days of the California gold rush, thirty years earlier.

They are pursuing the complex and contradictory life story of one of the most notorious women of the nineteenth century, and before the intrigue-ridden quest is over, Irene and Nell will uncover murderous international political conspiracies, lost treasure, and finally... the full, shocking secret of Irene's birth.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
The game's afoot and dancing in Douglas's eighth historical thriller featuring the dynamic Irene Adler Norton, her able assistant Penelope "Nell" Huxleigh and that clever human bloodhound, Sherlock Holmes. At the end of their last adventure (2003's Femme Fatale), set in New York, Holmes suggested that "Mrs. Eliza Gilbert"-a name on a tombstone-may actually belong to Norton's mother. While an elderly cleric's brutal murder at William K. Vanderbilt's Fifth Avenue mansion occupies Holmes, Norton discovers that Gilbert is Lola Montez, the fabled "Spanish dancer" whose ill-fated romance with King Ludwig of Bavaria made her fodder for the gossip columns in the pre-Civil War era. When the two investigations intersect, Norton and Holmes find they must cooperate with each other. Emotion as well as logic figures in solving the dual mysteries of the cleric's murder and Norton's birth. Witty, fast-paced and meticulously researched, this sepia-tinted Victorian confection also reflects a contemporary sensibility as it ponders religious fanaticism and the challenges of a female celebrity living by her own rules. If indeed this is the last of the series, as the author has indicated, it closes on a definite high note. Agent, Howard Morhaim. (Dec. 1) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
The only woman to capture Sherlock Holmes's regard again fascinates him, this time in 1889. At Holmes's instigation, Irene Adler is drawn to Brooklyn's Green-Wood cemetery and the grave of Eliza Gilbert, who died 30 years earlier. Could this poor soul lead her to the identity of the Woman in Black, the mother who abandoned her to an acting troupe when she was a toddler? With her husband Godfrey off in Bavaria on assignment for Baron Rothschild, Irene and her companion, starchy ex-governess Nell Huxleigh, trace Gilbert's history, discovering that she was the infamous entertainer and courtesan Lola Montez, whose deathbed conversion to saintliness was witnessed by Episcopalian cleric Father Hawks, now dead himself on the billiard table of William K. Vanderbilt. While Holmes concentrates on the murder, Irene and Nell continue tracking Lola, with semiromantic interludes between Nell and British secret agent Quentin Stanhope, who is now assisting intrepid girl reporter Nellie "Pink" Bly as she uncovers a massive baby-buying scandal. Everyone slips in and out of disguise, and more skullduggery is afoot: Vanderbilt's daughter Consuela is abducted, another cleric is tortured, and three cloaked figures (Jesuits? Ultramontanes?) waylay everyone. Will Irene learn who her mother was, or simply come to terms with not knowing? Like its seven predecessors (Femme Fatale, 2003, etc.), a paean to women's audacity, pugnacity and street smarts, told with frisky good humor and nicely integrated historical asides: Bellevue's eminence, Mesmer's skills, Delmonico's menus.
From the Publisher
To do justice to this remarkable heroine and her keen perspective on the male society in which she must make her independent way, the author adopts a saucy style and a delicious sense of humor."—The New York Times on Good Night, Mr. Holmes

"As a Sherlockian and a Ripperologist, I found Chapel Noir as stimulating and satisfying as whiskey-and-soda and three pipes of shag on a foggy night. Brava!"-Loren D. Estleman

"Carole Nelson Douglas gives us a chilling crime perfectly suited to the unique talents of her inspired heroine."—Jayne Ann Krentz on Chapel Noir

"A story of spine-tingling suspense and dark intrigue... Just take my advice, and read it with all the lights on."—Kay Hooper on Chapel Noir

"With Chapel Noir, Carole Nelson Douglas proves she's a master of the historical detective novel."—Gayle Lynds

"This is a sumptuous read."—Romantic Times (4 ½ stars, Top Pick) on Castle Rouge

"Ms. Douglas's plot ingenuity remains fresh and amusing, and for all its fanciful turns, the action never loses its jaunty, high-heeled pace." —The New York Times on Irene at Large

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781429911450
  • Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
  • Publication date: 4/1/2007
  • Series: Irene Adler Series , #8
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 464
  • Sales rank: 124,916
  • File size: 3 MB

Meet the Author


Carole Nelson Douglas is the author of the historical suspense series featuring Irene Adler, the only woman to ever outwit Sherlock Holmes. She is also the author of the best-selling and much loved contemporary Midnight Louie Mysteries, which are set in Las Vegas. She lives in Texas with her husband.
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UNSUITABLE PEOPLE

I only caught a glimpse of her at the moment, but she was

a lovely woman, with a face that a man might die for.

—SHERLOCK HOLMES ON IRENE ADLER, “A SCANDAL IN BOHEMIA”

New York City, August 1889

Perhaps I have presumed. I, Penelope Huxleigh, have always considered myself the sole recorder of the life and times of my friend Irene, nee Adler, now Norton. (Irene, having performed grand opera under her maiden name for some years, now uses both surnames in private life. Propriety was never a sufficiently strong argument with this American-born diva with whom I have spent almost ten—can it be?—years of my life.)

So I was taken aback to witness Irene entering the sitting room of our New York hotel, her arms bearing a bundle of writing paper as if it were an infant of her recent and fond delivery. Her distinctive penmanship, exercised in eccentric green ink, galloped over the visible top page like a runaway horse.

“Is this the ‘something’ you said you had for the post?” I asked, setting aside my own handiwork, a petit point bellpull. There was no use for such a thing in a hotel, but I hoped that we would not forever dwell in a hotel, although it seemed as though we had already.

She regarded her foolscap progeny’s bulky form as if seeing it clearly for the first time.

“I suppose this is more in the way of a parcel than a letter, but I had so much to tell, and even as many cables as I send Godfrey about our American adventures can barely scratch the surface.”

She sat to straighten the unmannerly sheets on her lap. “Godfrey must be half-mad by now, languishing in the dully bucolic Bavarian countryside. I’m sure he’ll welcome this more thorough report on our recent investigations in America.”

“Godfrey would welcome reading the London city charter from your hand, but you can’t possibly have told him about all of the unsuitable people we have met here in New York.”

“Er, which unsuitable people? I’m sure, Nell, you could name a good many, but how am I to acquaint Godfrey with the outcome of our quest if I do not mention Salamandra, or Professor Marvel, or the Pig Lady?”

“Although those are unsuitable people, which I am thankful that you recognize, I did not have them in mind.”

“Oh.” Irene sat back in the small tapestried chair, sinking into her combing gown of puffed white silk and sky blue ribbons as into an exceedingly comfortable and flattering cloud. “You meant to say ‘Unsuitable Person.’ Singular.”

“Sherlock Holmes is very singular, as well as very unsuitable.”

“Then you will be relieved to know that I did not mention him to Godfrey.”

“Not once, in all those pages and pages of exclamation points? Don’t bother to deny it, Irene. You write as if you were singing grand opera. Every paragraph is an aria, every sentence a dramatic revelation, and every word an impossibly high note.”

“Do I take it that you find my writing persuasive?”

“Excessively so. And yet you have used the most uncharacteristic restraint in omitting Sherlock Holmes from the cast list! I find that even more troubling than including him.”

“How so?”

Irene played the innocent as well as she portrayed the femme fatale. It struck me then that she would best serve her absent spouse by having her photograph made and sent to him, just as she appeared now.

I have never seen a woman who looked so unnervingly well in the morning, her color warm even without the light enhancement of paint, her chestnut hair flashing gold and red glints like cherry amber, her face serene as a Madonna’s. Unfortunately, not many Madonnas were to be found in grand opera.

Needless to say that Irene and I were, like most longtime companions, night and day in temperament. We were also opposite in looks, although Irene insisted, in her usual optimistic moments, that I was attractive.

She was now frowning prettily and paging through her opus. “I suppose I could slip mention of Sherlock Holmes into one of these pages, if it would satisfy you, Nell.”

“Me? It has nothing to do with me. And why trouble Godfrey when he is too far away to do anything about it?”

“What would Godfrey do if he were here?”

“Escort you everywhere, so you had no opportunity to consort improperly with that miserable man.”

Irene smiled. “We really had very little to do with Mr. Holmes during our New York inquiries.”

“No, he only appeared at the end when you had solved the unspeakable death, to drop portentous hints about your lost mother’s identity . . . in a graveyard, no less, and then marched off without even a word of farewell.”

“Perhaps he expects to see us again,” she murmured to the infant serial novel on her lap. Just loud enough so that I could hear it.

“And will he?

She looked up through her dark eyelashes, as contrite as Miss Allegra Turnpenny at age fourteen, and I was cast suddenly again in my role of stern governess.

“I hope not,” Irene finally said with deep feeling, an emotion I could heartily endorse.

I allowed myself to take a breath of relief.

“When I follow someone, especially Mr. Sherlock Holmes, I would hope to be quite invisible.”

I should have known that Irene would be determined to pick up the gauntlet he had tossed at our feet at Green-Wood Cemetery in Brooklyn two days earlier.

How Sherlock Holmes had been lured from London, and Irene and I from the pleasant village of Neuilly-sur-Seine near Paris, to arrive at this place of gravestones near Manhattan Island, would require a book to detail in all its convolutions.

Nellie Bly, the crusading American newspaper reporter had been the catalyst, by tempting Irene with the notion that she had a long-lost mother whose life was being threatened. Irene, abandoned soon after birth, had always stoutly denied any sentimental need to find a delinquent mother, but add the melodrama of possible murder, and she would go anywhere. We’d discovered more than I wanted to know about Irene’s childhood years, and a truly appalling candidate for the role of Irene’s mother.

So Irene and I culminated our investigations with a visit to the burial site of “the wickedest woman in New York,” or so the long-dead creature had been called more than a decade earlier, in 1877 on the occasion of her shocking demise. This pseudonymously named Madame Restell (she was an Englishwoman born, can you imagine!) had ministered to “women’s problems,” for decades, even to the point of forestalling births. Some considered this an abomination, others a boon. It was not precisely illegal in Madame Restell’s day, and the woman had become conspicuously wealthy, even building a grand mansion on Fifth Avenue where her clients would come to a side door in the dark of night. That some of them came from the surrounding mansions protected the Restell enterprise for decades. She also offered the same services to poor women at far less costly rates. Her clients regarded her as a savior. Her detractors considered her a devil. Charged by a morals crusader named Comstock, she had supposedly cut her own throat with a butcher knife on the eve of her sentencing, adding the sin of suicide to any roster of wrongdoing she would have to answer for before the Final Bar.

Some question remained whether this lost soul had been the “Woman in Black,” who had apparently abandoned Irene at an early age to the care of the most freakish assemblage of theatrical folk I had ever seen, onstage or off.

We had contemplated that very fact as we gazed at the monument for what might be Irene’s mother. I sincerely hoped not.

Then who should appear but Sherlock Holmes in top hat and city garb, quite appropriate for the cemetery, actually, and the sober act of visiting the dead. He led us to another hill in the vast and picturesque park and to a small headstone that bore the very common name of Eliza Gilbert. Mrs. Eliza Gilbert, I noted to my great ease of mind.

And there he had left us with the unspoken implication that this unknown woman was more likely to be Irene’s mother than “the wickedest woman in New York.” I was foolishly relieved. At the time.

“How would he know?” I demanded as I unpinned my hat when we had returned to the Astor House Hotel on Broadway.

“Apparently he does know, and knows more than I do. Than we do. I do not for a moment believe that Sherlock Holmes is in New York City in answer to Nellie Bly’s summons. He has business of his own here. The fact that I had come here on the thin trail of a mother who disowned me, and who might be in danger of death, according to our daredevil reporter friend, meant nothing but a moment’s mental diversion for Sherlock Holmes. Yet he insists on dogging my movements.”

“Perhaps because you pursue these inquiries.”

“How would he know, or suspect, who the Woman in Black was? He must have found clues here, for neither of us had the least interest in her until Nellie Bly’s cables drew us both across the Atlantic.”

“And we shall have to cross that horrible, heaving body of water to return home to Paris again! I do not believe I can stomach that.”

“Poor girl.” Irene patted my hand. “You didn’t stomach it at all on the voyage over.”

“A week of terror and distress. I would almost volunteer to remain in this savage land rather than return by sea.”

“You cannot fly, Nell. And walking on water is a prerogative of the Lord you would not wish to usurp. But fear not. We will stay on until we solve the riddle of Eliza Gilbert, and by then you may have somewhat forgotten the inconveniences of the voyage.”

“You have today put me between the devil and the deep blue sea, Irene, and I don’t know which is the worst to contemplate.”

“Then don’t think about either.” She bent her eyes to her pages and turned several periods into exclamation marks.

Poor Godfrey. A benighted barrister toiling away on dull legal matters in Bavaria for the Rothschild banking interests, bereft of wife and unaware that she was bent on trying to out-Sherlock Sherlock Holmes himself.

Brilliantly blind Irene! She was quite unaware that the cold-minded man of logic had developed an unreasonable addiction to her brains and beauty as well as cocaine and who knew what other vices?

What a bother! I would have to make sure that Irene did not dance too near the flame when she sought to turn the tables on Sherlock Holmes.

That might be just what the irritating fellow was hoping for.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 21, 2004

    A great story continues

    This story continues Irene Adler¿s adventures in gilded-age New York. As Irene seeks closure in the search for her mother, an unknown victim is found crucified on millionaire William K. Vanderbilt¿s billiard table. The action commences as Irene becomes convinced that the murder and her search are connected. As with the previous stories in the series, I loved this book. All the usual suspects are present: her devoted friend and companion Nell Huxleigh, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, stunt reporter Nellie Bly, and dashing British spy Quentin Stanhope. Irene and the others become enmeshed in mystery and international intrigue stretching back decades to gold-rush California and revolution-torn Bavaria. Within the story the author ponders religious and political obsession, relationships between mothers and daughters, and the price of independence and individuality in a world that demands conventionality and conformity. This tale is the eighth in the Irene Adler series. To get the full Irene Adler experience, you could begin with ¿Goodnight, Mr. Holmes¿, the first book in the series.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    fantastic historical mystery

    In August 18899 at the Green-wood cemetery in Brooklyn, Irene Adler Norton and her companion Nell Huxleigh look at the gravesite that might be the last resting place of the former¿s mother. Out of nowhere, Sherlock Holmes appears and directs them to the grave of Eliza Gilbert. Both females assume that Gilbert is most likely Irene¿s biological mother who gave her up at birth. Further research reveals that Gilbert was Lola Montez, an adventuress who was a mistress of King Ludwig of Bavaria.--- With a dead man found on his table, Willie Vanderbilt hires Holmes to investigate who killed the man, who is sending him threatening letters involving gold and jewels, and what is the link between the two. Irene recognizes the corpse as the priest who was giving Lola comfort when she was dying. As their cases interconnect, Holmes finds himself with a new partner, whom he admires for her intelligence, until Irene abruptly vanishes with Vanderbilt¿s child Consuelo.--- Carole Nelson Douglas has written a fantastic historical mystery showcasing the only person to ever outwit the great Holmes, who plays a key supportive role. Told in rotating first person narratives, readers know what thoughts are going through the minds of the protagonists which in turn enable the audience to fully follow the two separate inquiries and know what the intersection means before the two great sleuths do. SPIDER DANCE is an excellent work that emphasizes great detective work with a back drop of the wealthy in the Gilded Age of Manhattan.--- Harriet Klausner

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