Ice Maiden
A smoke filled room in 1813. “And how is the ‘Ice Maiden,” Rigsby enquired as I joined him at the fireside in my club. “Still frozen I’ll wager.” Malden laughed. “Damn it man I told you in confidence,” I snapped as my marital woes were laid bare for all and sundry to laugh at. Four weeks wed and she was still virgo intacto with no hint of thawing toward me. “Force the issue you fool,” Malden opined drunkenly. “I should,” Grimshaw added. “Damn you all, I have to live with...