It's been a while since I've read any Elliott Roosevelt's Eleanor Roosevelt mysteries, but for all the short-time frame in the book, it was a slow read. As I had just read the first of his "Blackjack" Endicott novels, which was a fast fun read, this one was a disappointment.
1942, Eleanor is visiting England representing her husband. The plan, to visit various allies, review the aftereffects of Nazi bombings and visiting the troops.
While staying at Buckingham Palace there is a murder of one of the king's equerries, Sir Anthony Brooke-Hardinge. And Eleanor invites herself into the investigation.
Strangely, Sir Anthony was hosting a late dinner party filled with his personal enemies, of which there were quite a few. Sir Anthony was a less-than-nice man, with less than scrupulous habits, but murder is murder, deserved or not.