Bell, Book, and Scandal by Jill Churchill Read Free Book Online

what to eat, so Shelley had chosen cheeseburgers, french fries, and salad for both of them. They both sat at the big table in the suite. They used the nifty book holders Jane had bought in the book room, reading and chatting while they ate.
    I never knew these things existed,“ Shelley said. “Thanks.“
    “I didn’t either. Aren’t they great?“ Jane said. “When I read while I’m eating at home, I usually just prop the book open with a knife and have to keep moving it. Sometimes I forget I’ve used it and smear up a page with mayonnaise or catsup.“
    “I’m going to save my salad as a late-night snack, so I have room for desserts.“
    “Plural?“ Jane said.
    “Of course. I’ve been to things like this before. They cut lots of different desserts into really tiny pieces and let you try out a lot of them. You know, I came here not only to snoop and enjoy this suite, but also to help you out. I’m having more fun than I expected. Wasn’t all the inside gossip your friend Felicity told us neat stuff to know?“
    “She’s such a nice woman, isn’t she?“ Jane said. “I’m amazed she took such pains to fill us in on the people here. I’m only sorry that awful woman Vernetta was so rude to her.“
    “I suspect a lot of other people here will feel that way before this conference ends,“ Shelley speculated. “I have my laptop along. Later on, we must take a look at her book on the web. As illiterately as she speaks, I can’t imagine it being any good.“
    “To be fair, she might have a good story in her head in spite of it,“ Jane said, doubtfully.
    “You don’t need to be fair to a person like that, Jane. She’s scum.“
    “I guess you’re right. And I’m sure the publisher will clean up her grammar and spelling for her if they paid big bucks for it. I wonder if Vernetta will even notice.“
    “Probably not. Jane, I can’t finish my fries. Do you want them?“
    “No, thanks. Let’s just put this away in the little fridge. It’s only half an hour until the opening remarks. Plenty of time to wash the catsup off our faces.“
    At the start of the opening session, Sophie Smith took the podium. She stood silently for a moment, waiting for the conversations to stop.
    “She’s sort of swaying,“ Jane observed.
    “Yes,“ Shelley said. “Nerves?“
    “I wouldn’t think so. She must have done this dozens of times, and everybody says she’s a tough cookie.“
    Sophie began to speak, paused a moment, and disappeared behind the podium.
    The young man, Corwin, who’d been checking in at the desk with her that morning, and a couple of the staff of the conference who sat at the head table, ran over. Conversations broke out, all wondering what had happened. Had she been standing on some sort of box and fallen off? “No, she’s a tall woman, she wouldn’t need a box,“ somebody piped up.
    “Let’s get out of here,“ Jane said.
    As they headed for the door, they heard someone come to the podium and say, “Ms. Smith has been taken slightly ill. There’s no need to be worried. She’s being well taken care of. She’s left her written introduction to our speaker. Everybody sit down and I’ll read it on her behalf....“
    Jane and Shelley closed the door behind them.
    “I think she was taken a bit more than ‘slightly’ ill,“ Shelley said. “Did you see the look on her toady Corwin’s face as he bent over her? He looked horrified.“
    “I hope she’s not dead,“ Jane said. “It would cast an awful pall over the rest of the conference. They might even cancel the rest of it. Oh dear, I shouldn’t have said that. It sounds so selfish.“
    “I think if she is dead, it might be the highlight of the conference,“ Shelley said. “She seems to be heartily disliked by everyone but Vernetta.“
    Other attendees were slipping out as well, either having heard how boring the speaker was, or out of dismay at the scene they’d just witnessed.
    Jane and Shelley took over a couple of chairs and