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Mademoiselle Jeanne Gravelle
Description Mlle Gravelle makes a striking figure in any room she enters. Rail thin, she stands a full six feet tall. Her dark eyes are accented by a heavy application of kohl, and obviously quite a bit of the rouge pot has been applied to her cheeks. For a woman of a certain age, though, she is quite striking and even attractive, in a gaunt sort of way. Once she had taken off the velvet cloak she wears everywhere, Jeanne appears to be clothed in a lovely green velvet sheath of rippling fabric. A single beaver skin hangs about her neck. Its glass eyes glitter malevolently at you. By her side stands her noble Alsatian, Seraph. Background Who in the land has not heard of Mlle. Jeanne Gravelle? Her seances for the royal family of Sweden were the talk of the society columns. Her table rappings have been verified as real by scores of scientists across the Continent. The Theosophical Society ran a column by her for five years in its semi-annual newsletter. True, she has been rather out of the public eye for the last five years. But it is reputed that it is only because she shuns the spotlight, and wishes to recharge her spiritual batteries. Mlle. Gravelle has come to Poddington-on-Slossip at the request of Miss Diva Stedman, who runs a tea house in that tiny village, in the hope that this region of Cornwall will prove to be a more spiritual region of the country than the crowded, dirty cities.
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