I love stories about life in this era. I don’t know why. Maybe I was just born too late and should have been a high faluting’ flapper.
Harriet meets Federigo del Re, the Count of Vignavecchia, who lives nearby in an ancient building, which is near the tombs. He is an occultist and amateur archaeologist, who introduces her to the eerie world of the Etruscans and their mystic sensuality. Whoo hoo. Mystic sensuality. I am always in favor of mystic sensuality.
She eventually has a terrible breakdown, and her family comes to Italy to rescue her. They find a diary she had been keeping. When the family try to track down the lover, there is no trace of him, nor of others mentioned in the diary. So who was he? A delusion? A Etruscan ghost? A con man?
This is a fun mystery, and a very interesting read. See if you can figure out the answers.