Epilogue
Tuesday, January 25, 1887Claudine, Anna, and I climbed the steps to the ladies’ viewing gallery to observe the Senate proceedings. The young ladies were dressed in their finest walking suits and talked in excited whispers, eyes alight as if they had not a care in the world. Only Anna’s short hair peeking beneath her bonnet was a reminder of their ordeal. The resilience of youth is enviable.
The police had found the rest of her snipped ringlets and her other evening glove wrapped in one of Huntington’s monogrammed handkerchiefs. No doubt Jacob Graham planned to leave it behind to incriminate the man. The house had been rented in Huntington’s name as well.
A week had passed since our rescue, and there had been some progress in unraveling the extent of the scheme. Graham had tried
