Bell, Book, and Scandal by Jill Churchill Page A

walked out. One woman was smiling. The other two people looked disappointed.
    Jane and the other two women she’d waited with rose and entered the room. Jane went to the desk with a card saying “Gretta Green.“ This was the first agent she had an interview with.
    Jane leaned across the table and shook the woman’s hand. “I’m Jane Jeffry, and I’m pleased to meet you, Ms. Green.“ She handed over the folder with the first three chapters and the outline.
    The agent pulled out the papers, set aside the chapters, and went to the outline first.
    “Oh, it’s an historical novel, isn’t it?“
    “Yes, but it has a mystery element, too.“
    “But it’s historical,“ Ms. Green said with a frown. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but historicals are dead and gone. Nobody’s doing them anymore.“
    Jane didn’t know quite what to say to this, but pulled herself together and managed, “But I’ve read a lot of historical mysteries that have been recently published.“
    “Yes, maybe so. But mystery is the main thrust of the books, not the historical element. And the outline suggests that’s almost all historical. I’m sorry. It’s not something our agency does. Good luck. It’s been nice meeting you. Take my business card in case you decide to rewrite it as a pure mystery.“
    She handed back the folder, gave Jane her business card, and smiled dismissal.
    There was nothing for Jane to do but thank her and get the hell out of the room.
    She glanced at her watch once she was outside in the hall. Her fifteen-minute interview hadn’t lasted quite four minutes.
    Shelley could tell it hadn’t gone well when she spotted Jane moping at the registration area.
    “Struck out?“ she asked sympathetically.
    “I was in there less than four minutes, Shelley. She said it’s too much of an historical novel and not enough of a mystery. Odd how fast someone can devastate someone’s hopes.“
    “How could she tell that fast?“
    “She skimmed the outline and made a prune face.“
    “She’s an ignorant child, Jane. I took a look at her through a crack in the door. She can’t be more than seventeen. Pay no attention. You still have two interviews to go. And you need to put this one out of your mind. When is the next one?“
    “At the break at three this afternoon. This little girl who tossed me out had the nerve to give me her business card and said I could contact her if I rewrote the book.“
    “No! That sure takes a lot of gall. She obviously isn’t the agent you’d want, no matter what. The other agent is a baby agent, too, isn’t she?“
    “Yes, and she’s named Tiffany. She’s probably fifteen years old,“ Jane said.
    “Buck up, Jane. Breakfast will give you the en-ergy. The first session starts in an hour and we need to coordinate who goes to which seminar. You go to your first choice, of course. And tell me your second choice and I’ll go to it and take notes like mad.“
    Shelley’s brisk orders helped Jane over her disappointment. But only a little bit.
    The restaurant was crowded. Fortunately, most of the guests were finishing up breakfast and Shelley and Jane were served in a relatively short time. In the brief spell between the ordering and the arrival of the food, they’d worked out the schedule for the morning seminars.
    Jane would attend “Time and Again,“ about historical mysteries, and Shelley would take notes on “Brightening Up Your Submission.“
    They wolfed down their food and headed to separate meeting rooms. Unfortunately, Gretta Green was one of the speakers and cited Jane’s book proposal, though not by specific name, as a perfect example of what her agency didn’t want to handle. She was the first speaker and Jane wanted to bolt to the suite and have a good cry. But she stuck it out.
    The second speaker was a grown-up editor. At least thirty-five years old. And as politely as shecould, she told the group that Gretta was wrong. “Readers of both sexes like a strong sense