The McKays gave a party every year at the beginning and end of summer, along with other lesser festivities book-ended between. At the beginning and ending parties the Who’s Who of society appeared, making the nobility of Stillbank look like unbecoming peons. A week of preparations went into both parties, but there was a fervor about the season opener that could not be paralleled.
Some rumors say he came on the 3:15 from New Orleans the very afternoon of the McKay party, and that he had nothing in his pockets save a wallet containing a few dollars and his identification. Most people agree that he was running from something and had spent his last money on the train. Yet try as anyone might, beyond Atlanta his antecedents could not be traced.
Road trips always begin in optimism. Even road trips on a motorcycle.
A body has been discovered dead in the drive at the Club St. Claire. William Jay tells the story of what happened years ago on a fateful night deep in the swamps of Louisiana.
William Jay has come to the club St. Claire not only to reminisce about his life in the Louisiana swamps during the Roaring Twenties when the booze needed to be hidden and the men weren't always what they seemed; he has come to make his confession. "Part of the story," he tells his dinner partner, "you already know..."
Part One introduces William Jay and his reminisces of the club St. Claire. His memories lead to a mysterious confession.
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