A scandalous murder trial reaches the heart of high society''An enthralling story'' NEW YORK TIMESThe trial of Stephen Bellamy and Susan Ives, accused of murdering Bellamy''s wife, lasts eight days. That''s eight days of witnesses (some reliable, some not), eight days of cross-examination, and eight days of sensational courtroom theatrics lively enough to rouse the judge into frenzied calls for order. As each witness is brought to the stand, the mystery of the case only increases in all its sordid detail. By the time the closing arguments are made, the verdict shocks the entire courtroom.

Courtroom mysteries were rare in 1925 when Agatha Christie wrote “Witness for the Prosecution.” But it was “The Bellamy Trial,” published two years later, that was ultimately listed in the prestigious “Haycraft-Queen Cornerstones of Detective Fiction.”

Sue Ives and Stephen Bellamy are charged with the murder of Stephen’s wife Mimi, found stabbed in an uninhabited cottage on a Long Island estate. The eight-day trial introduces a trove of witnesses (some reliable, some not); an avuncular defense attorney who may be incompetent; a wily and relentless prosecutor; and the voracious members of the press and public captivated by a crime that lays bare the intrigues and jealousies of the country club set. Two of the reporters, a veteran, and a rookie attending her first murder trial, act as a Greek chorus commenting on unfolding events. Keeping an eye on the often theatrical proceedings is a wise and stern judge.

Also present are the stereotypes of the 1920s: a boisterous Irish landlady; an effusively comic Italian caretaker; and a seductive French maid. Since women at that time were not allowed the privilege or responsibility of serving, there was an all-male jury.

Like the peeling of an onion, each witness provides a revealing layer of the story.

And like any good mystery, there is, of course, a surprise twist.

Courtroom mysteries were rare in 1925 when Agatha Christie wrote “Witness for the Prosecution.” But it was “The Bellamy Trial,” published two years later, that was ultimately listed in the prestigious “Haycraft-Queen Cornerstones of Detective Fiction.”

Sue Ives and Stephen Bellamy are charged with the murder of Stephen’s wife Mimi, found stabbed in an uninhabited cottage on a Long Island estate. The eight-day trial introduces a trove of witnesses (some reliable, some not); an avuncular defense attorney who may be incompetent; a wily and relentless prosecutor; and the voracious members of the press and public captivated by a crime that lays bare the intrigues and jealousies of the country club set. Two of the reporters, a veteran, and a rookie attending her first murder trial, act as a Greek chorus commenting on unfolding events. Keeping an eye on the often theatrical proceedings is a wise and stern judge.

Also present are the stereotypes of the 1920s: a boisterous Irish landlady; an effusively comic Italian caretaker; and a seductive French maid. Since women at that time were not allowed the privilege or responsibility of serving, there was an all-male jury.

Like the peeling of an onion, each witness provides a revealing layer of the story.

And like any good mystery, there is, of course, a surprise twist.

A scandalous murder trial reaches the heart of high society''An enthralling story'' NEW YORK TIMESThe trial of Stephen Bellamy and Susan Ives, accused of murdering Bellamy''s wife, lasts eight days. That''s eight days of witnesses (some reliable, some not), eight days of cross-examination, and eight days of sensational courtroom theatrics lively enough to rouse the judge into frenzied calls for order. As each witness is brought to the stand, the mystery of the case only increases in all its sordid detail. By the time the closing arguments are made, the verdict shocks the entire courtroom.

Courtroom mysteries were rare in 1925 when Agatha Christie wrote “Witness for the Prosecution.” But it was “The Bellamy Trial,” published two years later, that was ultimately listed in the prestigious “Haycraft-Queen Cornerstones of Detective Fiction.”

Sue Ives and Stephen Bellamy are charged with the murder of Stephen’s wife Mimi, found stabbed in an uninhabited cottage on a Long Island estate. The eight-day trial introduces a trove of witnesses (some reliable, some not); an avuncular defense attorney who may be incompetent; a wily and relentless prosecutor; and the voracious members of the press and public captivated by a crime that lays bare the intrigues and jealousies of the country club set. Two of the reporters, a veteran, and a rookie attending her first murder trial, act as a Greek chorus commenting on unfolding events. Keeping an eye on the often theatrical proceedings is a wise and stern judge.

Also present are the stereotypes of the 1920s: a boisterous Irish landlady; an effusively comic Italian caretaker; and a seductive French maid. Since women at that time were not allowed the privilege or responsibility of serving, there was an all-male jury.

Like the peeling of an onion, each witness provides a revealing layer of the story.

And like any good mystery, there is, of course, a surprise twist.

Courtroom mysteries were rare in 1925 when Agatha Christie wrote “Witness for the Prosecution.” But it was “The Bellamy Trial,” published two years later, that was ultimately listed in the prestigious “Haycraft-Queen Cornerstones of Detective Fiction.”

Sue Ives and Stephen Bellamy are charged with the murder of Stephen’s wife Mimi, found stabbed in an uninhabited cottage on a Long Island estate. The eight-day trial introduces a trove of witnesses (some reliable, some not); an avuncular defense attorney who may be incompetent; a wily and relentless prosecutor; and the voracious members of the press and public captivated by a crime that lays bare the intrigues and jealousies of the country club set. Two of the reporters, a veteran, and a rookie attending her first murder trial, act as a Greek chorus commenting on unfolding events. Keeping an eye on the often theatrical proceedings is a wise and stern judge.

Also present are the stereotypes of the 1920s: a boisterous Irish landlady; an effusively comic Italian caretaker; and a seductive French maid. Since women at that time were not allowed the privilege or responsibility of serving, there was an all-male jury.

Like the peeling of an onion, each witness provides a revealing layer of the story.

And like any good mystery, there is, of course, a surprise twist.