Harriet, young beautiful and intelligent, met the future doctor Percy on a train as she headed from Chicago to Baltimore Women's College. Her father, a staunch Christian, disapproved of the progressive Ivy League suitor, but Percy finally won her hand in 1899 after six years of correspondence. Percy became a doctor and abortionist in a small borough called Hollywood, before the film industry began, and he and Harriet advocated for free sex and socialism in the 1910s and 1920s. All looked well until Harriet grew jealous of her husband's lovers, especially the young dancers who lived next door. Depression and bad health ensued, which led to an operation to remove a tumor. But did she really die from the operation? Was it really an accident?