THE CABINETS OF BARNABY MAYNE
London, 1703. The city’s coffee houses hum with the debates of the day. It is a time when new principles of scientific observation coexist with a willingness to believe in the fantastical, and arguing over how to label a butterfly is as common as discussing the magical properties of an amulet. For one elite community, the key to understanding the world lies in amassing its stones, bones, books, plants, and artifacts. Their most formidable member is Sir Barnaby Mayne, whose vast collection attracts visitors from England and abroad, and whose domineering approach to collecting has earned him more than one enemy.
A passion for plants brings Cecily Kay to the Mayne house, and keeps her there even after her host is stabbed to death. She has traveled a great distance to consult the famous collection, and she does not scare easily. She also pays attention to details. Sir Barnaby’s shy curator confesses to the crime, but his story does not explain the document missing from the dead man’s desk, the hasty departure of a visiting scholar, or the terror that has gripped one of Sir Barnaby’s guests. Cecily believes there is more to the murder than there appears, and she is not one to ignore a puzzle.
Within the coterie of naturalists, apothecaries, artists, and charlatans that surrounded Sir Barnaby, Cecily believes she has an ally—Meacan Barlow, a childhood friend now working as an illustrator. But can Cecily still trust her? More than twenty years have passed since the two girls shared secrets. While Cecily has been studying plants in the hills above an Aegean trading port, Meacan has made a place for herself among the collectors, in whose world intellect is distorted by obsession and greed.
It is a world Cecily must enter if she is to discover the truth. As her pursuit of answers brings her closer to a killer, she risks being given a final resting place amid the bones that wait, silent and still, in the cabinets of Barnaby Mayne.