In Rhys Bowen’s book “Hush Now, Don’t You Cry” the otherworldly sixth sense that some Irish seem to possess is almost Molly Murphy’s undoing. Given the opportunity to enjoy their honeymoon on the Hudson, Daniel and Molly Murphy Sullivan take an alderman up on his offer to stay at his estate. Their arrival is not that promising given that it is raining cats and dogs and the gates are locked, the house seems unoccupied and they are freezing to death. They end up sleeping in the stable with the horses. Their arrival is not at all received gracefully by the rest of the alderman’s family who have been summoned to the estate also. Causing great strife is the finding of the alderman’s body at the foot of a cliff the next morning. Daniel has also caught a violent chill which turns into life-threatening pneumonia. Therefore, it is up to Molly to solve the murder case herself (along with the local rather inept constabulary). So much for a honeymoon!
I enjoy reading Ms. Bowen’s novels because they always help me conjure images of life as it was then. I am also very intrigued by the convoluted reasoning behind Molly’s crime solving expertise. This book especially gave great insight as to the lives of the “haves” and “have nots” in the privileged society of New York’s upper crust.