Praise for O’Brien’s Desk
“An intriguing and thoroughly researched story that gives us insight into the moral dilemmas of 20th century America. A well-told story that does not leave us with easy answers.”
—Anne Perry,
bestselling author of the Thomas and Charlotte Pitt and William Monk mysteries
“Within the field of historical mystery, the time period of 1920s America chosen by Russell is a unique one that piques reader interest. Sarah Kaufman is an engaging protagonist, thrust into an authentic, sociologically driven mystery involving issues which still resonate today. The author handles the societal attitudes of the period with a sure and sympathetic hand, and with an eye for their parallels in the 21st century.”
—Miriam Grace Monfredo, author of the Seneca Falls historical mysteries
“O’Brien’s Desk is a terrific read because of its riveting story and because so much of the author’s identity is invested in the events it so vividly portrays.”
—Richard Lederer, author and host of NPR’s “A Way With Words”
“The mystery of Ona Russell’s first novel is deliciously seductive—you’ll find yourself sleuthing out the clues right along with Sarah Kaufman, all the while hoping her bold spirit doesn’t lure jeopardy. The rising stakes will keep you turning the pages to the end and leave you looking forward to more.”
—Shaunda K. Wenger, author of The Book Lover’s Cookbook
“Author Ona Russell has woven an intricate mystery around real people and events in Toledo during the first part of the 20th century. She has blended historical fact with fiction to create an intriguing story of the blackmailing of a prominent judge.”
—The Toledo Blade
“A thrilling, suspense-filled, and vibrantly told novel.”
—Midwest Book Review
“This is an engaging example of that popular cross-genre, the history/mystery. The daily details, smoothly integrated into narrative, give her tale a pleasing, authentic ring … Sarah [the protagonist] pushes the career edges of the possible, for in 1923 she is both a Jew and a Progressive. Her crusade to save her beloved bosses’ sanity (and his job) in the middle of an election year draws her down some enjoyably puzzling paths.”
—The Historical Novels Review
“An intense historical.”
—Library Journal
\The
Natural
Selection
AN HISTORICAL MYSTERY
Ona Russell
© 2008 by Ona Russell. All Rights Reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic
or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems without
permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer
who may quote brief passages in a review.
Sunstone books may be purchased for educational, business, or sales promotional use.
For information please write: Special Markets Department, Sunstone Press,
P.O. Box 2321, Santa Fe, New Mexico 87504-2321.
Book Cover designed by Lauren Kahn
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Russell, Ona, 1952-
The natural selection / by Ona Russell.
p. cm.
ISBN 978-0-86534-628-4 (pbk. : alk. paper)
1. Courts--Officials and employees--Fiction. 2. College teachers--Crimes against--Fiction.
3. Scopes, John Thomas--Trials, litigation, etc--Fiction. 4. Tennessee--Fiction. I. Title.
PS3618.U765N38 2008
813’.6--dc22
2008004394
www.sunstonepress.com
SUNSTONE PRESS / Post Office Box 2321 / Santa Fe, NM 87504-2321 /USA
(505) 988-4418 / orders only (800) 243-5644 / FAX (505) 988-1025
For Kate,
And all the others
“For every complex problem,
there is a solution that is simple, neat, and wrong.”
—H.L. Mencken
Prologue
Tennessee, June 1925
The gold sealing wax was a nice touch, the professor thought, a little extra to show his apology was sincere. He gave the envelope a final, satisfied glance and slipped it under the chipped wooden door. In one quiet push it vanished, and so too any last faint traces of remorse.
He listened. Still no signs of life. He stole down the empty hall and exited the building, greeting the muggy dawn with a line from Nietzche, Hegel—one of the Germans, it didn’t really matter which—suddenly in his head: “What is right is what the individual asserts is right, but it is only right for him.” Precisely, he thought. Precisely. Of course, some rules were necessary; the mass of men couldn’t be trusted to think for themselves. Indeed, the professor had dedicated himself to reversing the damage the thinking of lesser minds had done. But the sentiment applied quite well to men compelled to live by a different code. Men like himself who were educated, admired and followed.
He smiled, imagining the objections of all those bleeding hearts. Wasn’t such a view contradictory? Didn’t it imply that the very deed he had just cleansed himself of could be worthy of punishment in someone else? Perhaps. But then the professor was, if nothing else, a man of contradictions. This morning it simply had been easier to explain them away. Everything seemed easier in the summer. Warmth might slacken the body, but it filled the spirit, leaving no barren space for doubt to creep in.
And so later that day, he strolled content and free in the college woods, only yards from campus, but worlds away. Believing he was alone, he inhaled deeply and loudly the honeysuckle bouquet, took in every hallowed branch of petal-like dogwood. Students would trample over this same path in only a few weeks, but for now, these were his woods. He loved this place. Of course, everyone else did too: his colleagues, students and neighbors, all staking their unearned claims to its
