“And that white square envelope came by messenger at eight thirty.”

Caroline reached for the envelope.

The paper was heavy laid linen, stamped with gold foil lettering that caught the morning light from the bay window.

“Is it the municipal review committee?” Caroline asked.

“Look at the return address,” Paige said, leaning against the edge of the desk.

The crest on the back flap read Bellevue Hotel, Bellevue Avenue, Newport.

Beneath it, printed in raised navy ink, were two names: Mr.

Grant Holloway and Miss Sloane Mercer.