On the 23rd of December 1946, two days before Christmas, a woman fell from a fifth-floor window of the Stanhope Hotel at 995 Fifth Avenue in New York, across the street from the Metropolitan Museum of Art. The body was found outside in pajamas at a quarter to six in the evening. The woman was Kiki Preston, and she lived in an apartment on that floor with her mother, Helen, in the same building. A woman named Lillian Turner was with her that afternoon, looking after her.

According to the reporting the next day, Miss Turner brought her a glass of milk and then went into the sitting room to read. When she came back, the window was open. The wire reports that followed did not agree on how to introduce her. In Milwaukee, the headline called her kin of the Vanderbilts.

An Associated Press version in a Maine paper did not use her name at all: “New York woman leaps five stories to death. ” The International News Service dispatch, printed in small papers from Pennsylvania outward, described her as “known on both sides of the Atlantic as the dashing Kiki Gwynn, friend of the late Prince George, the Duke of Kent, younger brother of the King of England. ” The dispatch added, for anyone who had forgotten, that Kent had been killed in a wartime plane crash. Prince George had been dead for four years.

Kiki had not been in his life, as far as anyone has ever shown, for more than ten. And still, on the day after her death, the most useful thing an American wire reporter could say about her was the name of a man. Even her age was uncertain. The dispatch said 46.

Other records put her birth in 1895, or 1896, or 1898, in Hempstead on Long Island, or in a town outside Paris. She died somewhere between 48 and 51, and nobody has settled which. Five years later, a federal appeals court in New York had to deal with her estate. It was a tax case about the income she had been receiving from a family trust.

The judges of the Second Circuit described her death in one dry clause: “The beneficiary, Alice Gwynne Preston, died on the 23rd of December, 1946, after a period of mental illness. ” That is the only official description of her end that has turned up. It does not mention a fall or a window or drugs. It mentions an illness and a trust.

Put those two documents side by side. The newspaper called her the friend of a prince. The court called her the beneficiary of a trust. Neither called her rich.

That is the first problem with the legend, because the woman remembered as the American heiress who led a prince astray was living at the end on money that came from her dead husband’s brother. The reason starts 44 years before the window, with her father and a bankruptcy court. Her name was Alice Gwynne, and the name was the most valuable thing she was born with. Her father, Edward Erskine Gwynne, was a nephew of Cornelius Vanderbilt II and his wife, Alice Gwynne Vanderbilt.

That made the baby a great-niece of the Vanderbilts. Newspapers would call her a Vanderbilt niece for the rest of her life. The money stayed with the Vanderbilts. In June 1902, Edward Gwynne went bankrupt.

He listed debts of more than $56,000. His assets, according to the filing, came to $57. Remember that figure: $57 against a Vanderbilt name. It comes back when she is a widow.

He died in May 1904. Kiki grew up mostly in Paris with her mother, Helen. Her younger brother, Erskine, grew into a figure of the city’s American set. By the late 1920s, he was publishing a smart magazine in Paris called The Boulevardier, which Time described as resembling The New Yorker.

Time called him the “cherub-faced and rumpus-raising nephew of the Vanderbilts. ” He was the kind of man an actress once threw champagne at in a Paris cabaret over something he had written about her. Before any of that, Time noted, he had worked in a French munitions factory during the war, served in the American Army, and worked his way around the world on cargo boats. The Gwynne children had a famous name and had to earn a living.

Kiki married young. In 1919 in France, she met an American named Horace Allen and married him. They had a son, Ethan, and a daughter, Alice. Five years later, it was over.

In September 1924, as she sailed from New York to Paris, she told reporters she would be asking the French courts for a divorce. The couple, she said, had come to an understanding that they were not temperamentally mated. She was free by the spring. On the 22nd of April 1925, shortly before noon, she married again at the town hall of the 16th arrondissement in Paris.

The groom was Jerome Preston, a young American banker known to everyone as Jerry. Her mother and brother were there. The wedding lunch was at the Ritz. An American news dispatch carried the story home the same day under a headline that summed up how the world saw her: “Vanderbilt niece married in Paris.

” The report noted, at the end, that the bride had secured her divorce only a few weeks before. The Prestons settled in Paris, and they were noticed. A gossipy guidebook to the city published the next year by the writer Basil Woon found Mrs. Jerome Preston at a smart lunch and described her mother as a woman whose two trials in life were her children and the fact that she was related to Mrs.

Cornelius Vanderbilt. Woon spotted Jerry at the high-stakes gambling table and called him a jolly youth. In the same pages, the Prestons lunch alongside the film star May Murray and the Broadway producer Jake Shubert. That was the circle: theater money and old American names.

The photographer Berenice Abbott made a portrait of Kiki in Paris in 1926. In the spring of 1927, the New York Times society column from Paris listed the dinners given on a single night. One was in honor of a Greek prince and his family, including his daughter, the young Princess Marina. Another, the same night, was given by Mr.

and Mrs. Jerry Preston. Nothing shows the two parties ever met. Seven years later, Marina would marry Prince George.

By then, the Prestons had a second life far to the south. Jerry and Kiki had a house in Kenya beside Lake Naivasha. And Kenya was where her name changed. The British colony of Kenya in the 1920s had a small set of rich settlers in the highlands north of Nairobi who became famous for the way they lived.

The press later called them the Happy Valley set. Their reputation was for adultery, alcohol, and drugs. Much of what is written about them comes from a handful of books, above all White Mischief, a history of a murder published by the journalist James Fox in 1982. The Prestons belonged to it.

Their nearest neighbors at Naivasha were Alice de Janzé, another American in the set. Kiki often stayed with Idina Sackville, the much-married Englishwoman at the center of the set. Frances Osborne, Idina’s biographer, describes Kiki as Idina’s American girlfriend married to a banker husband. The drugs came through one man.

Fox names him as Frank Greswold Williams, a settler who got his supplies from Port Said in Egypt. One of his best customers, Fox writes, was the American Kiki Preston. When her supplies ran low, Kiki would send her airplane to Nairobi for a fresh consignment. Count what that sentence tells you.

A private airplane, a town a long way off, a supply big enough that running low was a regular event, and an errand that was hers to give. Another settler, Cockie Hoogterp, later remembered Kiki injecting morphine openly while everyone else drank whiskey. Osborne describes Kiki in the middle of a conversation injecting herself with a silver syringe. Osborne also notes that Kiki had been generous with her supplies of morphine to the people around her.

That is where the nickname comes from, but nobody knows who first used it. In print, the phrase appears first in Fox in 1982, more than half a century after the events, in a recollection quoted by Fox from someone who had rented a house Kiki once owned. The phrase there is “the lady with the silver syringe. ” By the 1990s, biographers had smoothed it into “the girl with the silver syringe.

” It has been her name ever since, and no one has ever produced a document from her lifetime that uses it. Fox’s book also contains the sentence that most often gets attached to Kiki and Prince George—and it is not about either of them. Describing the drug trade in Kenya, Fox writes that “there is a limit, even in Kenya. And when someone offers cocaine to the heir to the throne, something has to be done.

” That sentence is quoted again and again online as if it described Kiki and George. But the heir to the throne in 1928 was not George. It was his eldest brother, Edward, the Prince of Wales, who was touring East Africa that year. George was not on that trip.

In Fox’s account, at a dinner for the Prince of Wales at the Muthaiga Club near Nairobi, the dealer Greswold Williams was suddenly manhandled out of the room. So the famous line is real, but it belongs to the wrong brother. It is about the future King Edward VIII, the man who would later rescue George, being offered the same drug in Kenya. That tour ended abruptly.

In November 1928, while Edward was hunting in Tanganyika with his brother Henry, a telegram reached him with news that their father, King George V, was gravely ill. He went straight home. Within weeks, the king had named him one of the counselors of state who could act in his place. So the prince who had sat at a Nairobi dinner while a drug dealer was dragged out of the room went home to London, to a sick father, and to a younger brother the family was already worried about.

The mistake survives because it makes a neater story: a seductress, a prince, a dealer, all in one paragraph. The documented version is stranger. The trade that reached Kiki had already reached the heir to the throne in 1928, in public, at a dinner given in his honor. And the man who would one day decide what to do about Kiki Preston had been the guest of honor at the dinner where the dealer was thrown out.

He would need that knowledge within a year, because by then the trouble was not in Kenya. It was in London, and it was his youngest brother. Prince George was the fourth son of King George V and Queen Mary, born at Sandringham in December 1902. He was sent into the Royal Navy at 13, through Osborne and Dartmouth, and served on warships until March 1929, when he left the Navy for good.

He was also, in the words of Philip Ziegler, the official biographer of Edward VIII, a source of anxiety to his parents. Ziegler, writing with access to the royal archives, says that one reason Edward got on better with the King and Queen in 1928 and 1929 was their shared anxiety about the youngest brother. The King and Queen had already lost one son: their youngest child, Prince John, had died in 1919 at 13. The journalist Andrew Morton, writing much later, says they feared losing another.

There were rumors about George’s private life then and later. Some have never been proved. Biographers have linked him to the singer and actress Jessie Matthews, to the American performer Florence Mills, and to Noel Coward, whose partner of many years, Graham Payne, denied any affair. A memoir claimed that letters of his had to be retrieved from a blackmailer in Paris.

A society beauty named Poppy Baring is said to have been his girlfriend in 1927 until the King objected. Those stories are at best single sources and at worst gossip repeated for a century. What the official biographer did put on the record is this. “Things came to a head,” Ziegler writes, “when Prince George fell into the clutches of an attractive American called Kiki Preston who introduced him to drugs.

” The official biography chose its word carefully. Clutches. The prince is something that happens to. The American is the one who acts.

It is the first label the royal record gave her, and it was written 60 years after the fact. Ziegler does not name the drugs. Others do. Sarah Bradford, the biographer of George’s brother King George VI, wrote in 1989 that George was introduced to cocaine and morphine by an American girl, Kiki Whitney Preston.

That is the first time cocaine appears by name in print with Kiki attached in any biography that has been found. The middle name Whitney is wrong; she was a Gwynne. But the claim stuck, and later biographers repeated it. The Coward biographer Philip Hoare called her one of George’s lovers.

Diana DuBois, a biographer of Lee Radziwill, called her his supplier. Follow the word cocaine through the books, because the way it traveled says a great deal about how the story was built. Bradford published it in 1989. Two years later, the writer Roland Flamini repeated the sentence almost word for word, Whitney and all, and his footnote points straight back to Bradford’s page 230.

Hoare and DuBois followed in 1995. By 2010, an American magazine review said simply that Kiki had kept the prince supplied with cocaine. By 2015, Morton had added heroin. Each new book made the claim a little firmer and a little bigger.

Underneath all of it, there is still one archival source, Ziegler’s, and Ziegler only ever wrote the word drugs. When they met and where, nobody has established. One writer puts the first meeting in Kenya in 1928, but George did not go to Kenya that year. Another puts their affair as early as 1926.

The historian Kirsty MacLeod says Kiki introduced him to drugs in 1928. What the record allows is narrower: by the late 1920s, the two of them moved in the same circles, in the Paris world Kiki had lived in for years. That world was small. Go back to that one night in Paris in the spring of 1927: at one party, a Greek princess who would become George’s wife; at another, the American who would become his supplier.

Both women, on the same evening, in the same society column. By the summer of 1929, the royal family knew what was happening to George. And the brother who acted was the one who had already seen the trade up close. Think about the problem Edward faced in 1929.

Kiki Preston was not a servant who could be dismissed, or a British subject who could be quietly warned off by a word in the right ear. She was an American citizen married to an American, with her husband’s family money behind her and homes in Paris and Kenya. She could live wherever she liked. And as long as she was near George, the drugs were near George.

Edward had, that year, more formal power than at any other time before he became king. In December 1928, his father had been struck down by a serious illness, and letters patent had named Edward one of the counselors of state who could act in the king’s place. He was named again in June 1929. Nothing in the record says he used that position against Kiki Preston, and it would be wrong to suggest he did.

But the man dealing with her that summer was, for a time, one of the people standing in for the king. What he did is in a single sentence of Ziegler’s biography. “Somehow,” Ziegler writes, “the Prince of Wales forced Mrs. Preston to leave the country and to write to Prince George.

” Somehow. The official biographer, with the archive open in front of him, either could not find out how it was done or chose not to say. Another historian, Theo Aronson, is plainer: “Kiki was forced to leave England, then Edward took his brother away. ” Bradford, Aronson, and the historian Deborah Cadbury all describe the same cure.

None of them describes a clinic or a team of doctors. What they describe is a short spell of seclusion somewhere in the country, with George under his elder brother’s eye. None of them names the place. The popular story that Edward nursed George back to health himself for weeks at one of his houses has never been sourced.

One of Edward’s equerries, Bruce Ogilvy, later said that getting Prince George off drugs had been “a very good mark” for the Prince of Wales. Now look at where Kiki was that same summer. In the issue of The Tatler for the 21st of August 1929, a society column listed the familiar faces of the season. Among the old habitues, it noted, was Mrs.

Kiki Preston, who had been “laid up a good deal,” and her husband. In the same summer that she was being made to leave the country and write to the prince, the society pages reported, without explanation, that Kiki Preston had been ill. Nobody wrote what was wrong. In October, a Sunday paper in Pittsburgh still ran her in its society pages as Mrs.

Jerry Preston, born Kiki Gwynne, daughter of the modish Mrs. Helen Gwynne. Whatever had happened in England, nothing of it reached print. The royal family kept its silence, and it held for more than half a century.

There is one more line in Bradford’s account, and it changes the shape of the whole story. She says: “George’s addiction can hardly have been serious, since a short course of seclusion in the country under his brother’s surveillance was enough to end it. ” That is the biographer who first named cocaine telling us, in the same sentence, that the prince got off it easily. If that is true, it raises a question the legend never asks.

If the prince could stop so easily, what exactly had the American done to him? And what happened to her when the person who had been cut off from the supply was the prince, and the person who still needed it was Kiki? Three years later, they found out. In Cannes.

The Prestons went back to Kenya. In January 1931, the novelist Evelyn Waugh, traveling through East Africa, stayed near Lake Naivasha and noted in his diary a drive with Jerry Preston looking for game. Waugh’s biographer records that Waugh consistently described Kiki as lovely. George, meanwhile, was kept close.

From January to April 1931, he traveled with Edward to South America on a trade mission that took them by ship to South America and in small airplanes over Peru and Argentina. For most of four months, the brother who had sent Kiki away was traveling with the brother she had supplied. It is hard to believe the timing was an accident, though no document says it was planned. In 1932, Prince George was on the French Riviera.

In Cannes, he ran into Kiki Preston. Ziegler gives the scene a single line, and it is the bluntest line in the whole story. George, he writes, had to be removed almost by force. The letter Edward had made her write in 1929 had lasted three years.

One chance meeting in a resort town, and George had to be physically taken away from her. That is not the picture of a man who had got over a passing habit. Whatever Bradford meant by “hardly serious,” the people around George in Cannes in 1932 did not behave as if the danger was over. What happened to Kiki afterwards is recorded by people who saw her in Kenya.

Nelly Grant, a settler whose letters were later published by her daughter, the writer Elspeth Huxley, saw Kiki at the end of 1933. She called her a heroin addict, and she added, as if it were news, that Kiki had been very well there and had eaten an egg for breakfast, which had not happened for years. The next year, Nelly Grant recorded that the Prestons were “too over-alcoholized” to drive themselves away and had to be flown home to Naivasha. In May 1934, Jerry Preston died at the Hotel Pierre in New York.

He was 37. Five months later, his brother did something that tells us more about Kiki’s money than any society column. In October 1934, William Preston borrowed $125,000 from a bank and placed it in a trust. The income was to be paid to his sister-in-law, Alice, the widow of his brother Jerome.

It would stop if she died or if she married again. The details come from three tax rulings in 1941, 1942, and 1951, because the tax authorities later argued over who owed what on that money. The courts did not say why William Preston did it. One opinion says only that it was because of “circumstances which need not be detailed.

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Go back to the father in 1902, with $57 to his name. The Vanderbilt niece had spent her life on the edge of other people’s fortunes. Now, at the end of 1934, she was a widow with an allowance paid out of her brother-in-law’s borrowed money, on condition that she stay a widow. On the 29th of November that same year, a few weeks after the trust was signed, Prince George married Princess Marina of Greece in Westminster Abbey.

The young princess from the society column of 1927 became the Duchess of Kent. George settled into marriage, a country house at Coppins, and in time three children. Kiki Preston settled into a trust fund, and around her name a story began to grow that would outlive them both. On the 20th of August 1926, a baby boy was born in Bern, Switzerland.

He was registered under the name Anthony Canfield. He was adopted as a baby by an American couple, Cass Canfield, a publisher, and his wife Katherine, known as Catsy, and he grew up as Michael Temple Canfield. In 1953, he married Lee Bouvier, the younger sister of Jacqueline Kennedy. He died in 1969 at 43, of a heart attack on a flight from New York to London.

For most of his life, people whispered that he was the son of Prince George and Kiki Preston. Look at how that rumor was built, layer by layer. The first layer is a memoir. Loelia, Duchess of Westminster, wrote in 1961 that the Duke of Windsor, as Edward had become, believed it.

The second is a remark. Michael Canfield’s second wife, Laura Charteris, remembered years later that the Duke of Windsor stared at her husband, and that when she asked him, he answered that he was certain her husband was his brother’s son. That memory reached print in a British newspaper in 2013. The third layer is a biography of Lee Radziwill from the 1990s, which called the theory plausible and explained that among the Canfields’ friends, the story had always been that Kiki became pregnant by George.

Catsy Canfield and Kiki knew each other. The fourth is a history of the Riviera from 2017, which calls Michael Canfield almost certainly George’s son, without showing the document that would make it certain. And then there is a fifth layer that contradicts the others. The royal writer Christopher Wilson has argued that the mother was not Kiki at all, but another woman, Violet Evans, a society girl who had met George at a naval dance.

In Wilson’s version, she became pregnant in 1926, was sent to Switzerland to have the baby, and the child was handed to the Canfields, who were living in London at the time and sailed with him to New York. Violet Evans, he says, died in 1951. It is a detailed story, and like the Kiki version, it rests on what people said rather than on a document anyone has produced. Glyn Gavounas, whose biography of George is still unpublished, says his book challenges the Kiki story.

The same book, according to its literary agency, finds a dearth of firm evidence for the stories of George’s affairs with men and promises girlfriends nobody has written about before. The secret life of Prince George is still being argued over 90 years on. Put the layers together and see what is missing. No birth certificate naming either parent, no letter, no test.

Kiki married Jerry Preston in April 1925, and no source from her lifetime says she was pregnant in 1926. The whole structure rests on what the Duke of Windsor believed, as remembered by other people decades later. Nobody can say that Michael Canfield was not George’s son. But nobody can say that he was.

And the story is told as fact in more places than it is questioned. The rumor survives because it finishes the legend: a seductress, a prince, drugs, and then a secret child given away in Switzerland. It turns Kiki into a plot device. And it moves the attention once again off the woman and on to the man whose name she is attached to.

The documented part of her life after 1934 is much quieter and much sadder. In the summer of 1936, the show business paper Variety reported that the actor George Arliss had let his house in London, furnished, to Mrs. Kiki Preston. She was in the same city as Prince George and his new family, and nothing has ever been found to say that they met.

A later history of London’s great hostesses lists her among the guests of that world with a description that had already become her title: a one-time girlfriend of the Duke of Kent. By 1941, she was in California. A photograph from that year, published in the memoir of the American poet and publisher Caresse Crosby, shows Kiki Preston at a picnic there. Then the people around her began to go, one after another.

In January 1941, the Earl of Erroll, the most famous man in the Happy Valley set, was murdered near Nairobi. In September that same year, Alice de Janzé, Kiki’s old neighbor at Naivasha, took her own life. On the 25th of August 1942, Prince George, by then an air commodore in the Royal Air Force, was killed when the flying boat carrying him to Iceland crashed into a hillside in the north of Scotland. He was 39.

In June 1944, her son Ethan, who had served with the Royal Canadian Air Force, is recorded as killed in Normandy. The tax records add one more detail to those years. Until 1943, Kiki paid income tax on the money from her brother-in-law’s trust. After that, the returns filed by her or for her stopped including it.

The court never said why. It said only that she died after a period of mental illness. Go back to the Stanhope, on the 23rd of December 1946. The window on the fifth floor, the glass of milk, the companion who went to read in the next room, the mother in the same hotel.

Now it reads differently. The woman at that window was not an heiress at the end of a glamorous life. She was a widow living on a family allowance, whose husband, son, neighbors, and famous friend had died within a few years of each other, and who had been ill for a long time. The next morning, the newspapers gave her two labels.

One headline called her kin of the Vanderbilts, which is what the newspapers had called her on her wedding day in Paris 21 years earlier. The wire report called her a friend of the late Prince George. Neither label was about her. Both were about someone else’s name.

Her brother Erskine, the cherub-faced publisher of The Boulevardier, died less than a year and a half later, in May 1948. Her mother, Helen, who had lived in the same hotel, outlived her by 11 years. And that is what the legend did to her. The charge is that she got the king’s brother hooked on cocaine, and the biographers say so too.

But read their own words closely, and the shape of it turns. In Bradford’s account, the prince was cured in a short spell in the country. He went back to her once that we know of, in Cannes, and was pulled away. Then he married, had three children, and became a working royal.

And when he died, Parliament paid tribute to him. She was the one who stayed hooked. Before George, during George, and long after him. On morphine in Kenya, on whatever the dealers brought, and then on a trust fund and a companion’s glass of milk in a hotel on Fifth Avenue.

It was not a seduction in the end. It was a supply line. The royal family found it and cut it at her end, by sending her away and making her write a letter. The prince came back to his family and got a clean biography, with the trouble folded into one word: somehow.

The woman at the other end of the line kept the trouble, and the nickname. No document from her lifetime ever called her the girl with the silver syringe. The only official record of her death calls her Alice Gwynne Preston, the beneficiary of a trust who died after a period of mental illness.

Some families keep the prince, and lose the name of the woman who paid for his trouble.