QUOTE : The man leaned forward and whispered dramatically. “The Feather Heiress.” “Her wealth comes from…goose down?” “No.” Whitting didn’t look at him. “It’s originally from transcontinental steamers, if you must know. She’s called the Feather Heiress because being around her is like being beaten to death by feathers.” He looked utterly serious. Oliver shook his head in exasperation. “You can’t beat someone to death with a feather.” “You’re an expert on it, are you?” Whitting raised his chin. “Shows how much you know. Imagine someone starts beating you with a feather. Imagine that they never stop, until one day, the constant annoyance of goose feathers pushes you over the edge. In a fury you strangle the person who has been beating you.” He demonstrated this with a wrench of his hands. “Then you hang for murder. You, my friend, have been beaten to death by feathers.” Oliver snorted. “Nobody is that bad.” Whitting put his hand to his head and rubbed at the furrows on his brow. “She’s worse.