The Bluebloods

By Richard A. Rodgers

When you start mixing with the bluebloods, don't be surprised if some of it begins to flow. Then it isn't blue —just plain red!

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rodgers Mystery Publishing
• Release date: May 14, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224525331

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When you start mixing with the bluebloods, don't be surprised if some of it begins to flow. Then it isn't blue —just plain red!

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I KNOW how it feels to be hunted. I I know what it's like to play Hounds and Hare. To be hopping on the up-beat while all the rest of the world is hitting the down-beat and swinging right along.

I knew it was a mistake from the beginning. I knew I couldn't sit in with the gold-plated crew Alma had joined in holy matrimony.

Her husband, Hamilton Granby III., played with prime ministers and displaced royalty. His brother, Forman Granby, played with antique art and brand new blondes. His nephew, Rex Granby, played polo and other expensive horse games. And his sister Ruth played hell with the social register, dictating who was in—and out!

I told Alma. I said. Look, Hon. Just because I’m a five-alarm riot on Broadway. Just because I packed 'em in at the Paramount for three weeks straight. Just because I’m solid with the cats. That doesn't mean I can step out in society and make like the Astorbilts. When it comes to the snoot-nose circle, I said, I haven't got what it takes. And I'll never miss it."

She just looked at me.

Goodbye, I said. You take the high road and I’ll take the low road and we'll probably never see each other again. But thanks for the invitation, Honey.

Alma was a honey. Her hair was a pale flame, and her yellow-green eyes had a language all their own. They'd melt, and she'd say, Darling . . . And something sweet and warm dripped into your veins. It made no difference what else she said. You knew you were going to do it, no matter what.

Darling, she said to me, "Alma needs you. I've been worried for weeks. There's something . . . I don’t know . . . all wrong. You've got to come and