This is the memory palace.

I'm Nate Demet.

The case went like this.

A woman named Jenny Hunger was working as a housekeeper at one of the apartments at

615 Fifth Avenue in Manhattan.

It was a prestigious address, even then, in 1909.

When the building went up just a few years before, the New York Times dedicated nearly a

full page owing over its scale, owing over its many amenities.

It's a child fireplace.

It's porcelain tubs.

And it's swift and smooth elevator.

Trimmed in the finest mahogany.

Leaving Jenny Hunger in charge of keeping ten rooms in order, including a music room, a

library, a steam room, and her own quarters.

A modest but charming space in the back, with a view of St. Patrick's Cathedral.

The next door neighbor to the apartments at 615 Fifth Avenue.

Her boss was a Mr. Arthur Kemp.

He had inherited the apartment from his father, who was in fact the developer of the building.

As such, he had one of the finest units on a high floor.

Mr. Kemp was a darling of the society pages.

Thanks in large part to his recent marriage to her renowned beauty, whose engagement portrait

made a splash at a well-attended reception for the artist A.A. Anderson.

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