James Ruddick has researched this Victorian crime case with commendable zeal, going back to the original records and depositions in great detail. It concerns one Florence Bravo, a woman who, though born in the highest circles, was a fish out of water when it came to the sexual and romantic mores of her social class. Her first husband died of alcoholism, but by then she had left him and taken sanctuary with a highly respected doctor, William Gully. When they were found in flagrante delicto at the house of acquaintances they were ostracised by society, with both of their reputations in tatters.
This might have been the end of the story but Florence was a resourceful young woman and took up with a man, who, although she suspected him of desiring her money more than her person, threw caution to the wind and married him. Charles Bravo, however, proved to be a profound mistake on Florence's part and they were at loggerheads almost at once. There were miscarriages as well as flurries over finances and suggestions from Florence that his sexual proclivities were unsavoury.
Then Bravo was found one night in the throes of a terrible attack, from which he soon died. Poison was suspected, but at the end of a gruelling inquest no blame could be apportioned, though the newspapers of the time speculated about both Florence and her companion, Mrs Cox, and the role they might have played in the crime.
Ruddick goes back most entertainingly over the whole of this story and comes up with a verdict that satisfies him. It didn't entirely satisfy me, though it is as plausible a story as anyone else has been able to envisage. There is an appalling lapse of grammar three-quarters of the way through, but apart from that the book is written with brisk dispatch and a sharp journalistic flair. It makes a good delve into Victorian society's less salubrious back yard, particularly when it comes to the prevailing attitude towards women.