Summary
A single day fractures into prismatic anxiety when Sally Trent—Manhattan’s most luminous department-store mannequin turned reluctant heiress—awakens to discover her photograph on the front page of every morning broadsheet, branded the prime suspect in a Wall Street broker’s midnight vanishing. The ink is still damp when she bolts from her Gramercy brownstone in nothing but a tea-rose chemise and a pair of stolen men’s oxfords, clutching a telegram that may or may not exonerate her. Through a briar patch of elevated trains, suffragette parades, and Fifth Avenue processions of the newly rich, Sally ricochets like a silver pinball: she cadges a ride inside a dairy wagon, impersonates a nurse in a children’s polio ward, barters her last pearl button for a streetcar token, and finally commandeers a telegraph boy’s bicycle to outrun both the police and the shadowy consortium of bankers who need her silence. Every pocket of the city exhales peril—gossipy hotel switchboard operators, dime-museum sword-swallowers, a Salvation Army lass with a pickpocket’s fingers—yet each stranger also offers a fleeting ledger of grace, sketching a portrait of a metropolis learning to breathe in accelerated time. When the broker emerges alive from a Hoboken opium den, the headlines pivot again, but Sally has already rewritten herself: no longer the hunted ornament, but the authoress of her own velocity.
