A Lady in the Smoke: A Victorian Mystery

A Lady in the Smoke: A Victorian Mystery

by Karen Odden

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A Lady in the Smoke: A Victorian Mystery by Karen Odden

Featuring all the suspense and historical atmosphere of Anne Perry’s Victorian mysteries, Karen Odden’s enthralling debut plunges a headstrong young Englishwoman into a conspiracy that reaches the highest corridors of power.
Following a humiliating fourth Season in London, Lady Elizabeth Fraser is on her way back to her ancestral country estate when her train careens off the rails and bursts into flames. Though she is injured, she manages to drag herself and her unconscious mother out of the wreckage, and amid the chaos that ensues, a brilliant young railway surgeon saves her mother’s life. Elizabeth feels an immediate connection with Paul Wilcox—though society would never deem a medical man eligible for the daughter of an earl.
After Paul reveals that the train wreck was no accident, and the inspector who tried to prevent it dies under mysterious circumstances, Elizabeth undertakes a dangerous investigation of her own that leads back to her family’s buried secrets. Not only are her dowry and her reputation at stake; Paul’s very life hangs in the balance when he is arrested for manslaughter. Now Elizabeth must risk everything for the man who has found a place in her heart. As the trial draws near, and Parliament prepares for a vote that will change the course of the nation, she uncovers a conspiracy that has been years in the making. But time is running out to see justice done.

Praise for A Lady in the Smoke
“This riveting historical debut is chock-full of details about Victorian England, spun into a masterful tale of romance, railroads, and mystery. Propelled by an engaging heroine and a deftly plotted conspiracy, it’s a great read!”—Stefanie Pintoff, Edgar Award–winning author of Hostage Taker

“Pretty much everything I want in a historical novel: trains, historical detail, secrets, family drama, two lovers separated by society, conspiracy, crusading journalists, women sneaking out of the house, lawyering, and a pickpocket who could give Artful Dodger a run for his money. . . . I was a very satisfied reader by the time I finished this book.”Book Riot
“Readers of Anne Perry will enjoy this mystery set in Victorian England. . . . The characters are interesting and the story is fast-paced and engaging.”—The Book Stop

“Filled with all sorts of twists and turns and all sorts of secret, and not-so-secret, relationships . . . Fans of historical mysteries will enjoy this excellent mystery and romance.”—Inside of a Dog
“Elizabeth was no shrinking violet and had a fire to her. . . . I would definitely recommend this to any fan of the Victorian era or who just wants a good little mystery to keep them busy for awhile.”—Is This Book for Me

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781101886403
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 03/29/2016
Sold by: Random House
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 411
Sales rank: 16,706
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

Karen Odden received her PhD in English literature from New York University. She has contributed essays and chapters to books and journals, including Studies in the Novel, Journal of Victorian Culture, and Victorian Crime, Madness, and Sensation; and has written introductions for books by Dickens and Trollope. She has worked as an editorial assistant at McGraw-Hill, as a media buyer for Christie’s Auction House, and as a bartender at the airport in Rochester, where she learned how to mix a mean martini. She currently serves as an assistant editor for the academic journal Victorian Literature and Culture and resides in Arizona with her husband, two children, and a ridiculously cute beagle named Rosy. A Lady in the Smoke is her first novel.

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Chapter 1

Liverpool Street Station, London, May 1874

My mother’s nerves were brittle as a porcelain teacup worn thin around the edge, which is why she took an extra dose of laudanum before we boarded the train home that day. I doubt anyone around us on the crowded platform could have guessed that she had a tincture of opium and alcohol running through her veins at half-past eleven o’clock in the morning. Looking at her, they’d see only a well-dressed gentlewoman, her face tranquil, and her fair hair beautifully arranged under an expensive hat.

But I knew. In the ten years since my father had died, I’d learned how to recognize when she’d taken an extra sip from the brown bottle she kept in her reticule: by her dreamy silence, by the faint smile that came and went without cause, and a certain softness to her chin, like a blur in an unfinished portrait.

I glanced sideways. Yes, she was very different now from what she’d been a mere ten hours ago, when we were alone in our rooms—her voice hard, her face contorted with fury—

A shriek cut through the dull roar inside the station, and our train rounded the corner, the racket of the wheels driving the pigeons off the rafters and into a whirl of feathers. The engine came to a halt, belching steam and filling the air with the smells of coal dust and burnt oil.

“Up train to York,” bellowed the stationmaster, “running express to Hertford and stopping at all points north!”
Railway servants in red uniforms rushed to the first-class carriages with sets of wooden steps, and passengers started to disembark. In a few minutes, we’d be on our way out of this godforsaken city.

“Lady Fraser! Lady Elizabeth! Oh, my dears!” shrilled a woman’s voice.

I kept my face averted. I didn’t want to see anyone I knew. Please. Please just let us get on this train and be gone.

“Lady Elizabeth! I say, Lady Elizabeth!”

I sighed and turned to see a plump woman trying to shift her way through the crowd. What was her name? Miss Rush. She was one of my distant relations who had been at Lady Lorry’s ball last night. Her round face was splotched pink with the effort she was making to reach us, and I felt a pang of pity. She must exist on the farthest fringe of society, for apparently no one at the ball had felt there was any social currency to be gained by telling her the rumors about us. Otherwise, Miss Rush would have been watching us slyly and leaving us quite alone.
“Are you taking this train home, then?” she asked breathlessly as she drew near.

I forced a smile. “Yes, we are. And you?”

“Oh, yes.” Miss Rush gave a quick, curious glance at my mother, who was staring into mid-air. Then she gazed wistfully at the train. “But of course you are riding in a first-class carriage! Alas, when one is retrenching, every farthing matters, as you know—but, then”—a little, tentative laugh, and a wave toward the second-class carriages, close behind the smoking engines—“you wouldn’t know, my dear—but no matter! I’d have endured any sort of travel for such a ball! I didn’t see you dancing very often; but when you’re married, I’m sure you’ll have a ball just as beautiful.”

I winced and looked away. The first passengers were being helped aboard, and people around us were beginning to push forward. I took my mother’s arm and said apologetically, “I’m afraid my mother is very fatigued. We should go to our—”

“And your cousin looked just as a bride should with her new husband!” She leaned forward as if she were about to confide a secret. “I’ve heard that Americans are brash and uncouth, but he wasn’t dreadful at all! In fact, he was—”

I let the crowd draw us apart, raised my hands helplessly, and called over my shoulder, “I’m sorry we must go. I wish you a pleasant trip home.”

“Oh! Of course! Goodbye, dear.” She smiled brightly, like a child pretending not to be hurt, and gave a little wave as we turned away.

Something inside me shriveled at my selfishness, for not taking her hint and inviting her to share our compartment. But if I had to listen to her prattle on about that wretched ball for hours, I’d throw myself off the train like one of those mad people I’d read about in the papers.


One of the railway servants for the first-class carriages had his gloved hand out, waiting to help me aboard.
Mama was already inside, and as I stepped up, I could feel the vibration of the train under my feet. I followed Mama down a corridor so narrow that it was a good thing bird-cage crinoline skirts were no longer in fashion. Our compartment was the middle one of three and quite spacious, but the windows were small, and the green velvet cushions lumpy and frayed. On the backward-facing wall was a painted advertisement for Hudson’s Dry Soap that featured a busy harbor at sunset. Mama took the forward-facing seat near the door; I sat down between her and the window and closed my eyes. Even at rest, the train trembled with a fierce energy. Something near my ear rattled, and I opened my eyes to see one of the windowpanes jiggling against the frame. I put up my gloved hand to still it.

Through the dirt on the glass, I saw a figure on the platform that looked familiar, and my heart jumped.
Could that be Anne?

But my friend was supposed to be with her brother Francis at Venwell, their family estate in Scotland, for another fortnight.

I found the least grimy part of the window and peered out. The woman had Anne’s dark hair, coiled in the same style Anne always wore and the same slim shoulders wrapped in a blue coat. As she turned her head to look at the train, my hand was already up to wave—

But it wasn’t Anne. Of course not.

The disappointment pushed like a weight at my chest. I leaned back against the velvet, watching the young woman disappear into the crowd of people, all shoving and bumping against one another, like sheep in a shearing corral.

If I’d had Anne with me last night, I could have borne it. When that first pair of ladies darted looks at me and raised their fans to hide their mouths, Anne would have raised her own fan and whispered things that would’ve helped me swallow down my growing discomfort. But the entire Reynolds family was avoiding the Season because of an awful article about Anne’s brother that had appeared in the Courier a few months ago. So I’d stood alone, half-hidden by a marble pillar, and tried to keep the color from mounting to my cheeks while I wondered what on earth people could be saying. I was an heiress with a respectable dowry of ten thousand pounds per annum. I was twenty years old, not unattractive (though I lacked the fair beauty of my mother), with a name and title that stood well up on the list of landed gentry, and no scandal attached to me. As such, I was considered a fine catch in the marriage market—as Anne and I joked dryly, much like tenderloin at the butcher. And it was only my third Season, so it’s not as though my goods were rotting.

I had opened my dance card and noticed that it was oddly empty. And then, as I stood with my gloved hand pressed against the pillar, I heard Lady Nestor say that she had it on good authority that my family’s fortunes were slipping, and my ten thousand pounds per annum was soon to be a thing of the past.

I felt a sick churning in my stomach, and the ballroom suddenly seemed unbearably hot. I slid farther behind the pillar, resisting the urge to find my mother then and there, to ask whether what Lady Nestor said was true. I forced myself to compose my face, to remain where I was, and wait the two agonizing hours until we were finally back in our rooms.

And then there were two more agonizing hours listening to her rage at me that yes, it was true—and wasn’t I sorry because now I would pay for my stupidity—I, who was selfish—selfish—selfish—always—

Our carriage rattled as heavy cargo doors slammed closed; the stationmaster blew his whistle again and made the last call for people to board. I turned to look at my mother. She gazed vaguely at the soap advertisement, her gloved hands resting on her reticule, the laudanum smile hovering around her lips. I didn’t know if I preferred her screaming at me or completely absent like this.

Over the years, I’d learned that when there was a raw edge to her rage, it was often because she had missed her laudanum, or because she’d drunk more than a glass or two of champagne. But her accusations from last night still hurt me, and frightened me too. I wasn’t such a fool as to believe that my personal charms were enough to preserve my place in the marriage market. Without a dowry, I would no longer be one of the choicer cuts of beef. I wondered bitterly what I’d be now. The skirt steak, perhaps, in need of a hearty sauce to conceal its indifferent quality.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked back out the window, wishing desperately that the train would pull out of the station. What on earth was taking so long?

The handle to our compartment turned with a sharp click, and the door swung in. A heavy-set, well-dressed gentleman entered our carriage and stowed his briefcase on the rack overhead.

How strange! We’d reserved a private compartment—at least, I thought we had. But perhaps this was part of our change of fortune, a small way that my mother chose to retrench, as Miss Rush put it. My mother merely smiled distractedly at him, and I didn’t want the fuss of calling a porter, or whomever one called in such cases. Without taking a bit of notice of us, he sat down opposite, facing the rear of the train, placed his hat on the seat beside him, folded his hands across his chest, and closed his eyes.

He would’ve caught Anne’s painterly eye. His bald head was egg-shaped, narrow at the top, and fuller at the bottom; he had eyebrows as bristly as Mr. Jaggers’s in Great Expectations, and his thin lips turned down sourly. He remained utterly still, except for his jowls, which shuddered as the train began to move.

Rain knifed against the windows as we pulled out of the station. Finally, after several weeks away, we were going home. I’d never liked London, with its rotten yellow air; its hordes of people and cabs and carriages that fought for space on the streets; the working men who walked with their shoulders hunched, as if merely getting through the day was a burden on their backs.

And the gossip that filled the air like mosquitoes over a swampland.

I’d never come here again if I could help it.

As the train sped up, the silver telegraph lines above dipped and curved faster than my eyes could follow, and the wooden poles blurred together. The rhythm of the wheels lulled me into a sort of stupor, and eventually I slept.
Then came a high-pitched screech of metal wheels on the iron track, and I was flung across the compartment before I could put up my hands.

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A Lady in the Smoke: A Victorian Mystery 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 23 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
What an enjoyable hook! The realistic historical detail and the interesting characters grabbed me immediately. Lady Elizabeth is a truly likeable heroine who unexpectedly finds romance and a mystery. Her struggle for acceptance and purpose clashes with the proprietary demands of society at that time. Fewer draggy sections and a bit more suspense would earn 5 stars.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was very enjoyable. The characters were well drawn and very realistic and the plot was very interesting. I will be happy when her next book comes out.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
An engaging heroine and an exciting story set in Victorian England. The detail about Railways is interesting. Railway scams, political maneuvers, accidents, sabotage are described. The fictional characters are probably similar to real manipulators at the time. Having a budding romance between the heroine and the doctor helps explain her actions and her fight for justice
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Really enjoyed this book would like to read another one soon! Very clean very suspenseful and informative. Thankd
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This has got to be one of the best novels that I have read in a very long time! It is a real page turner and you will not want to put it down. I just hope to see more of this author's work.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Well written and hard to put down
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved it!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very enjoyable historical novel. Loved the characters and learned quite a bit about the early railroad operation. Looking forward to the next book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Just the right amount of romance and court room drama with lots of story. Loved it!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very good historical mystery. Characters stay within limits of time period .
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this book alot. Great history.
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machmuses More than 1 year ago
this is a wonderful Victorian-era story! I read the sample, bought the book and didn't put it down until I finished it. Good plot and characters, well worth a read
books_thru_bifocals More than 1 year ago
I can scarcely believe that "A Lady in the Smoke" is Karen Odden's first novel. It is excellently written, well paced with life like characters and a complex, suspenseful plot solidly engaging the reader from first page to last. There are no issues with language or graphic sexuality, and it should attract a wide audience from teen to mature readers, both male and female. Really guys, most of you should give it a chance if you are into mysteries at all, not to mention trains, (or are boys no longer into locomotives)?. The author is obviously well versed on her subject as well as a gifted writer. Though it is written from a female point of view, several strong male characters make considerable impact. I'm on pins and needles for Odden's next book to come out. Thank you Random House-Alibi and Netgalley for allowing me to review an advanced readers copy in exchange for my honest feedback. I really can't think of anything critical to remark upon, constructive or otherwise. This is one of the best boooks I've read this year!
NNLight More than 1 year ago
Lady Elizabeth and her mother are traveling by train back to their estate from London when the train careens off its tracks. Elizabeth wakes up to her mother unconscious with a broken ankle and Elizabeth herself has a gash on her forehead. They somehow make it off the train and a gentleman doctor helps them by the name of Paul Wilcox. Over the next few days, while her mother is recovering, she helps the young doctor who saved her and her mother’s life. There’s an immediate attraction between the two even though they come from different social circles. Elizabeth doesn’t tell Paul her title because she enjoys being treated like a normal woman and she knows Paul will withdraw if he found out. But like everything in Victorian England, the truth eventually comes out. Meanwhile, Elizabeth discovers the train accident she endured was on purpose. In fact, there’s quite a few train derailments and it’s politically driven. The more Elizabeth and her new-found acquaintance reporter (a friend of Paul’s) unearth, the more long-buried family secrets emerge. When Paul is arrested for manslaughter, Elizabeth must risk her reputation and life as she knows it to save the man she loves. I loved this mystery! It’s filled with suspense, twists and turns, not to mention a sweet romance between Paul and Elizabeth. I love trains and the Victorian age. Karen Odden draws you into Elizabeth’s world. The supporting cast of characters add such richness to this story and the mystery held my mind captive. Who is behind the railroad sabotage and murders? The courtroom scenes left me breathless and the ending was satisfying. If you like historical fiction, especially Victorian, with dashes of mystery and romance, this book is for you! I look forward to more from Karen Odden. Thank you to Random House Publishing Group – Alibi and Netgalley for giving me a complimentary copy in exchange for an honest review. My Rating: 5 stars
Darcy714 More than 1 year ago
Lady Elizabeth Fraser and her mother are returning home from a ball where news of Elizabeth’s quickly tanking dowry has put a damper on her marriage prospects. When their train crashes, they must stay in Travers for medical care and it is there that Elizabeth falls for the young railway surgeon and learns of a possible plot to sabotage the railroad. As the plot thickens Elizabeth finds herself chafing at the bonds that keep her in her own elevated social sphere and throws herself into solving the mystery risking not only her reputation, but her life. It is hard to believe this is Karen Odden’s first novel. The language is strong and crisp without superfluous digressions and each character is drawn sharply with an attention down to the finest details of their individual makeup reminiscent of Austen in her more serious works. Odden creates a clear picture of the time period making it seem contemporaneously written rather than a recent addition. She captures well the constraints of society and its many rules of decorum at the time while finding wiggle room for her character to technically work around those constraints. The book is described as a Victorian mystery and would fall under the genre of a cozy mystery with a character driven approach more PD James than Agatha Christie. The plot is solid outside of the mystery with a tasteful and enjoyable romance that keeps the pace of the novel faster than might be expected. This is a fantastic book for book clubs and individual readers alike and will appeal to fans of cozy mysteries, historical fiction/romance and women’s fiction. In short A Lady in the Smoke hits a wide variety of audiences and does not disappoint. Disclaimer: I received an ARC of this book from the publisher through Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.
brf1948 More than 1 year ago
I received a free ebook copy of this novel from Netgalley and Karen Odden in exchange for an honest review. Thank you, folks, for sharing your work with me. A Lady in the Smoke is an excellent Victorian who-done-it! The characters are complete and loveable, you can close your eyes and see 1880's England as you read, and the pacing and timing are spot on. This is an author I will watch for in the future. This tale is centered around the rapid and sometimes unscrupulous growth of railroad transportation in England in the second half of the the 19th century. Karen Odden did meticulous research into her historical background for this novel, and shares it with us in her blog and book site. I love a novel I can I learn something from - and this one has opened a whole world to me. Thank you, Ms. Odden for reaching into the past and passing it on to us. I very much look forward to your next endeavor.
IanWood More than 1 year ago
Fill review can be found at Ian Wood's Novellum. This is just the conclusion. As you can see, my "complaints" are few and trivial, which was impressive to me. I liked the main character, although there were times when she was rather stupid, but people are stupid on occasion. She had her Victorian sensibility moments, and while these were few, they seemed at odds with her iron resolve on other occasions, so she was a bit of a mixed bag. I never really got this attraction between her and the doctor. To call it love seemed way premature, but for most of the story it was relatively innocuous, so it wasn't a deal-breaker for me. Overall I liked the main character and rooted for her. Really though, when it comes right down to it, the only important thing about a novel is not the cover, or who the author is, or how slick the back cover blurb is, or whether the novel is a best seller, but whether it's worth reading. To me, a novel is never two-fifths worth reading or four fifths or whatever; a novel is either worth reading or it isn't, and in my view this one is well worth reading. I recommend it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Lady in the Smoke is a splendid read. An intriguing mystery with lots of great historical period detail, strong characters, family drama and a beguilingly unlikely romance. Lady Elizabeth Fraser is a spirited woman trapped in a disfunctional family, her marital chances slipping away as rumors of financial reverses erode her dowry. She and her mother are nearly killed in a horrific railroad accident on their way home from London but are rescued by a young surgeon. Soon Elizabeth is involved in uncovering financial skullduggery, stock manipulations, railroad sabotage and more. A pleasurable and exciting read. Net Galley provided me with an ARC in return for my honest review.
Crystal61 More than 1 year ago
The beginning of this story is harsh and touching. I had tears in my eyes at all that Elizabeth saw. Elizabeth survives a horrific train wreck and meets Paul. There is a lot that stands between them and a happily ever after. For me it was an emotional journey and I highly recommend this book.
Deb-Krenzer More than 1 year ago
4.5 Stars!! This is one of my favorite historical periods to read about. And, I loved that it was part of this book. I loved the story, the characters and the writing. I was not ready for the book to end. I had really grown to like these characters and was sad to see the hours and minutes counting down and seeing the time I had left with growing smaller and smaller. There was a little bit of everything in this book. Drama, secrets, suspense, mystery, romance, bribery, falsehoods, blackmail, murder, sabotage, you name it, this book had it. The list of suspects and crimes were so long. There was hardly a person without fault in the whole book. Excluding the main characters, of course. I know I loved this book and would definitely recommend it. I hadn't heard of it and received an email from the publisher asking if I would like to read it. I'm so glad I said yes!!! Thanks Random House Alibi for bringing this great story to my attention and to Net Galley for providing me with a free e-galley in exchange for an honest review.
morganna_99 More than 1 year ago
A Lady in the Smoke is one of those rare debut books that hits every right note. Odden's writing is smooth and descriptive, bringing the reader into a world of smoke and light, people and machines in a perfect blend of mystery, romance, and family. Wonderful descriptions of daily life make the reader feel as if they are on the street, or in the train, with the characters. A Lady in the Smoke brilliantly weaves together what start off seeming like very separate story threads. Railway accidents, strange land acquisitions, the tragedies of friends, and family secrets come together in ways you wouldn't have expected. All of Odden's characters are fully formed, three dimensional people with layered emotions, motives, and relationships. Elizabeth Fraser is a strong and determined woman, just beginning to discover how to take control of her own life in spite of her family and society. She becomes drawn into the railway conspiracy because of her compassionate nature and sense of justice- although ironically the only argument that gains her entry into the case is a purely financial one. Even relatively minor characters like Anne and Phillip Reynolds are alive with emotions that wring your heart as you follow their struggles between doing what is right and what is comfortable. Fans of C. S. Harris and Amanda Quick will applaud this talented new author as she joins the ranks of truly excellent historical mystery writers. A Lady in the Smoke is an absolute must read, and hopefully only the first of many excellent books in debut author Karen Odden's future.