I just cannot get interested in this series, this 2nd entry just as bad as the first. Technically well written, good plotting, and a reasonable denouement. The protagonists, the atmosphere, the arch story-telling, the incredible profusion of literary allusions, the numbing detailing of all things British (art, architecture, arts & crafts, social mores, et al and all of a certain era - Victorian, I think?) make the reading a slog to get through.
Written in the 1980’s but so soaked in that previous time and milieu that when someone arrived in a car, it jolted me. “Wait, they had cars back then?! Oh, it’s not then, it’s now pretending to be then!” I really wanted to like these, but they’re not for me.