Jewish Regency Mystery Stories: A Jewish Regency Mystery Story, #1
By Libi Astaire
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A young Jewish orphan goes missing in London during the great Frost Fair of 1814. Is he merely lost? Has he been kidnapped? Or killed?
An ancient coin from the Land of Israel disappears during a dinner party. An honest mistake on the part of someone, or is someone trying to swindle one of the guests?
A sukkah is destroyed in London's East End. A priceless diamond and pearl bracelet is lost in fashionable Mayfair. A coincidence? Or is there some hidden connection lying deep beneath the surface?
Once again there's trouble afoot in Regency London's Jewish community, and in these three mystery stories wealthy-widower-turned-sleuth Mr. Ezra Melamed is confronted with some of the most baffling cases of his career.
Included in this volume are: Too Many Coins, What's in a Flame? and General Well'ngone in Love. Plus, there is a bonus chapter about the history of Regency London's Ashkenazic Jewish community.
Libi Astaire
Libi Astaire is the author of the award-winning Jewish Regency Mystery Series, a historical mystery series about Regency London’s Jewish community. Her other books include: Terra Incognita, a novel about Spanish villagers who discover they are descended from Jews who were forced to convert to Christianity during the Middle Ages; The Banished Heart, a novel about Shakespeare’s writing of The Merchant of Venice; Day Trips to Jewish History, a volume of essays about some lesser known areas of Jewish history; and several volumes of Chassidic tales. She lives in Jerusalem, Israel.
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Jewish Regency Mystery Stories - Libi Astaire
Jewish Regency Mystery
Stories
Too Many Coins
What’s in a Flame?
General Well’ngone in Love
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LIBI ASTAIRE
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ASTER PRESS
First published 2015
Copyright © 2015 Libi Astaire
Cover photo: © 2021 Libi Astaire
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All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
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Published by:
Aster Press
Kansas-Jerusalem
CONTENTS
Introduction
Too Many Coins
What’s in a Flame?
General Well’ngone in Love
The Story Behind the Story of Too Many Coins
Yes, There Were Jews in Regency England!
Introduction
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AUTHORS ARE OFTEN ASKED WHERE they get their ideas. It’s a great question. Unfortunately, it’s one that I often have trouble answering coherently, because, if I may borrow a line from James Joyce, the path from my original idea to finished book isn’t usually the shortest distance from A
to B.
An example: Where did I get the idea for Tempest in the Tea Room, the first book in my Jewish Regency Mystery Series? It came when I was researching gas lighting during the Regency period. What does gas lighting have to do with tea? A real-life scientific researcher from the period, Frederick Accum, was interested in not only gas lighting but a wide range of topics. So, while I was reading about Mr. Accum and his gas lighting experiments, I filed away the information about some of these other areas, until I was ready to use them in a story.
That path is pretty clear, at least to me. The one for The Doppelganger’s Dance leaves even me baffled. I do recall one day reading a London business directory from the Regency period (Yes, such things can be found online! Yes, historical fiction authors have weird reading habits!), and I came across the address for a maker of pianofortes. Since I play the piano and love music, I thought it would be fun to write a mystery revolving around a maker of pianos. But when my fictional protagonist David Salomon made his first appearance, he was a talented violinist. Why a violinist and not a pianoforte maker, or at least a pianist? You’ll have to ask him, because I certainly don’t know. Yet I did insist on inserting a pianoforte maker into the story, just to remind my characters that I’m the author of this mystery series and they’re not.
The Moon Taker, alas, is even murkier. I was hearing from readers that they wanted more of my two young pickpockets, General Well’ngone and the Earl of Gravel Lane. No problem! I’ll write a mystery where they are the main characters. What should the mystery be about? As this was the first time I was going to let General Well’ngone narrate a story, I decided to give him free rein for a few pages and just let him talk. And talk he did, about the murder of a gentleman in the secondhand linen trade that I had never met. I do have a vague memory that I was the one who introduced the astronomy theme into the story. I had become interested in astronomy after reading a book about Regency-era science, which led me to brother-and-sister astronomers William and Caroline Herschel. I was so intrigued with their story that I really thought that someday I would write a mystery involving a similar pair. But, as I mentioned, General Well’ngone had his own concerns—namely, finding out who murdered one of his acquaintances—and so the astronomers in The Moon Taker became supporting characters and not the stars of the show.
A novella, due to its shorter length, is easier and quicker to write—and perhaps that’s the reason why I do vividly recall the inspiration for each of the short mystery stories included in this book.
Too Many Coins, the first novella, is based upon a true story that happened to a 19th-century Hungarian rabbi known as the Ksav Sofer. While we don’t usually think of a real rabbi being involved in a real-life mystery story, I do have a small collection of such stories that I someday hope to give to my fictional detective, Ezra Melamed, to solve. In the meantime, I’ve included my telling of the Ksav Sofer’s story towards the back of this volume, so you can see the source of my inspiration for yourself.
Sukkos, a festive Jewish holiday that is observed in the fall, after the solemn days of Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, is one of my favorite holidays. And every year I think to myself that it would be great fun to set a mystery in a sukkah. But it’s such a busy time! Before the holiday, you have to build the little outdoor booth and decorate it (and cook all the holiday meals). After the holiday, you have to quickly take down the sukkah and store it in a safe and dry place, before the rains begin. (In Israel, our rainy season begins soon after the holiday ends.) That means there isn’t much time to write before the holiday—and by the time Sukkos is over and it’s back to the regular routine, it’s already time to start thinking about Chanukah. This year, however, I decided I was going to write a Sukkos-based mystery story, no matter what. So before the holiday I created the Word file, gave my story a name, and wrote the first few paragraphs. And it worked! After Sukkos, I wrote the rest of the story: What’s in a Flame?
General Well’ngone in Love got its inspiration from a few lines in The Prince of Pleasure and His Regency, by J. B. Priestly. This is a wonderful book about the Regency era, and I was lucky to find a used copy at a secondhand bookstore here in Jerusalem. For the year 1814, Priestly mentions the Frost Fair that took place when the River Thames froze over. Enthusiastic Londoners set up a street
on the river that included stalls for merchants selling their wares, swings for the children, and even an elephant that was paraded about the frozen river. Is it any wonder that my brain got to work thinking up a mystery story to match this colorful event?
While we’re on the topic of colorful ideas, some people familiar with my Jewish Regency Mystery Series assume the community of Ashkenazic Jews featured in the series (Ashkenazim are Jews whose families come from Central or Eastern Europe) is a figment of my imagination. Many people know there was a community of Sephardic Jews—the descendants of Jews who originally came from Spain and Portugal. But Ashkenazic Jews? No way! Actually, although the characters themselves are fictional, I didn’t make this up. Ashkenazic Jews also came to England after that country reopened its doors to Jews in the mid-1600s. If you’d like to know more about this community, the last chapter in this book is a brief history: Yes, There Were Jews Living in Regency England!
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All the best,
Libi Astaire
Jerusalem Israel
Chanukah 5776/2015
Too Many Coins
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WE SHALL PUT MRS. MANDELBAUM next to you, Rebecca. That way, if she cannot hear, you can tell her what she has missed.
Mrs. Rose Lyon gave the dining table a satisfied look, now that the difficult task of arranging the seating of the guests invited to the evening’s dinner party had been accomplished.
Miss Rebecca Lyon, a young lady not quite at the marriageable age, would have liked to object, but she was torn between two equally strong opposing forces. The young
part of her personality wished to loudly exclaim that she would not sit next to Mrs. Mandelbaum, who would bother her with a thousand questions about the soup and the sauces and not care a whit for what was being said at the other end of the table, where the gentlemen would be seated.
A large dinner party on an ordinary weeknight was not a common occurrence at the Lyon family’s home on Devonshire Square. However, that evening Rebecca’s father, Mr. Samuel Lyon, clockmaker to the fashionable world, would be playing host to a most important visitor from the Holy Land. This gentleman had been invited to Devonshire Square in order to tell the assembled company—some of the more esteemed members of London’s Ashkenazic Jewish community—all about life in the holy city of Safed and how the newcomers from Poland were faring in their new home. It was certain to be a most interesting discussion for any person of sensibility, and Miss Lyon prided herself upon being a young person with more sensibility than most. How could she therefore spend those precious hours engaged in conversation with Mrs. Mandelbaum, who always fussed over her food, either because she was worried about how it would affect her digestion or because she must have a copy of the recipe?
Yet Rebecca dared not protest too loudly to the matriarch of the family about the seating arrangements. Her mother might decide to send her and her good friend, Miss Harriet Franks, to the nursery to eat their dinner there with Rebecca’s younger brother and sisters—which would be a banishment too embarrassing for two young ladies to bear.
Rebecca therefore lowered her eyes and said, with her most demure and ladylike voice, Yes, Mama.
Mrs. Lyon gave Rebecca a queer look—she never entirely trusted the sudden docility of her usually spirited second eldest daughter—but there was too much to do and too little time to stand there conversing. Meshullam Mendel, a family servant who performed the weightiest work about the Lyon home, had brought up a large tray filled with the heavier items of polished silver, while his daughter Perl carried the chest with the silverware.
Is the new girl working out?
asked Mrs. Lyon. They had had to borrow a servant from the household of Mr. and Mrs. Franks, who lived just a few doors away, to help out in the kitchen. And Mrs. Lyon knew that Sorel, the family’s cook and Meshullam Mendel’s wife, was most particular about who was let into her kitchen.
Yes, Mrs. Lyon. Sorel is very satisfied,
Meshullam Mendel replied in his usual reassuring way. Rebecca did not think she could ever remember a time when the man had shown anger or dismay.
Mrs. Lyon gave the dining table one last look. She had an uneasy feeling, as though she had forgotten someone or something. She therefore went over the guest list one more time.
There would be fifteen at table. Mr. and Mrs. Lyon and Rebecca made three. Mr. and Mrs. Franks and Harriet, who were practically like family, were another three. Then there was Mrs. Mandelbaum, an elderly widow who could be relied upon to contribute generously to a worthy cause. Mr. and Mrs. Sterne, a childless couple, were also generous supporters of charitable activities. That brought the party up to nine.
Mr. Ezra Melamed would of course attend, since he was one of the communal leaders. He was also one of the wealthiest members of London’s Jewish community and, therefore, a very eligible widower. But there would be no matchmaking this evening, since Mrs. Mandelbaum, the only widow invited to the dinner party, was much too old for that gentleman.
Sitting next to Mr. Melamed would be the guest of honor—and Mrs. Lyon stopped for a moment to try to recall the young man’s name. She had known his parents, Hayyim and Esther Birnbaum, and had been shocked when they decided to leave their comfortable home in London to move to the Land of Israel. One heard of people from Poland and Russia doing such a thing, but they were used to a life of hardship and deprivation. People who had grown up in England were not, and she had said so to her husband, Mr. Lyon, when they received the sad news that both Hayyim and Esther had passed away during an epidemic. Their son, apparently, had survived since he was now in England to raise money for the Jewish community living in Safed. But what was his name?
Mrs. Lyon recalled that he had been named after one of the Tribes of Israel and she began to run down the list: Reuven, Simeon, Levi, Judah—Judah, that was it! Judah Birnbaum. She must remember that, since Mrs. Mandelbaum was sure to ask, several times.
Her count was now up to eleven. The other four guests had been selected by Mr. Melamed, presumably for both their interest in the Holy Land and their ability to help support the Jews who were living there. One of them, Mr. Lamm, was a well-to-do insurance broker who had remained a bachelor. He was a quiet man, who lived with his invalid sister, who never left their home. Mr. Popper, another wealthy gentleman, was only visiting London; he lived in Manchester, where he had a successful glass factory.
That left the Gimpels, and if it had been up to her, Mrs. Lyon would not have invited the Gimpels. She liked her dinner parties to be pleasant, and Frumet Gimpel, who always welcomed an opportunity to show off her superior taste and knowledge, usually wore a haughty look on her face that was anything but pleasant. Mrs. Lyon did try to make allowances for the woman—she thought it must be very difficult to go through life with a name like Frumet Gimpel, especially when a woman wished to appear elegant and grand—but it was much easier to make allowances when Frumet Gimpel was far away from Devonshire Square.
Since everyone was accounted for, Mrs. Lyon decided that her uneasy feeling was only the usual agitation that a hostess feels the morning before a large dinner party. And when she entered the nursery and saw that her son Joshua was painting blue his sister Esther’s blond curls, that agitation was replaced by quite a different feeling: matronly shock and dismay.
Quill with solid fillSheep, Mr. Birnbaum. Sheep and goats. If being a shepherd was good enough for the Patriarchs Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, it should be good enough for the members of your community.
Having delivered her pronouncement about how the Jews of Safed should earn their living, Frumet Gimpel settled back into her chair with a satisfied look.
Far be it for me to criticize the choices of our holy ancestors,
said Mr. Popper, the glass manufacturer, but I have heard that the soil in the north would be excellent for growing grapes. I would be interested in supporting a vineyard and winery.
And I suppose you would be interested in supplying the glass bottles,
Mrs. Gimpel said, with asperity.
Hardly, ma’am. The cost of sending glass bottles to the Holy Land would be prohibitive, even without factoring in the possibility of breakage, and I am not in the habit of investing my money in unprofitable ventures.
Frumet Gimpel and Mr. Popper had taken an instant dislike to each other and they had exchanged pointed barbs throughout the first course. Those dishes had now been cleared, but the animosity had remained.
Mrs. Lyon, fearing that her dinner party would be a failure if this bickering continued, sought to obtain her husband’s attention, but at that moment he was speaking to Mr. Lamm. She therefore sent a signal of distress to Mr. Melamed.
Mr. Melamed had been disturbed by the verbal sparring, as well, since it threatened to undermine the evening’s lofty purpose. After acknowledging Mrs. Lyon’s wordless plea with a nod of the head, he commented, with a tone of authority, The leaders of the Safed community know better than any of us how to best use the money we will raise here tonight.
He then took out a small diary and pencil. Looking in the direction of the ladies seated at the end of the table, he said, How much do you pledge, Miss Lyon?
Miss Lyon, who had been explaining to Mrs. Mandelbaum that there was no celery in the vegetable pie—Mrs. Mandelbaum had made it very clear during the first course, when the ragout of celery had been