Smythe, Inspector Gerald Witherspoon’s trusty coachman, guards a secret: a dodgy informant who feeds him case-breaking tips. One day, this shadowy figure barges into the Witherspoon household, pleading for help to save Tommy O’Dell from the gallows. Tommy, a slick pickpocket, nabbed a gold watch, but he didn’t bash a man’s skull or murder his wife, the informant swears. The staff recoils—Smythe never meant for them to meet this lowlife—but they rally, slipping clever clues to Witherspoon. Despite his nemesis barking to leave the “closed” case alone, Witherspoon digs in.
The trail leads to the victim’s wife, who ran a factory another company craved. Her brother, back from America, fumes that the police botched the job and demands a sharper look. True to the series, the pace dips as Witherspoon and crew hunt for answers, but it hums enough to keep you glued.
Character depth, though, stays light. Set in April, with Betsy and Smythe’s wedding looming three months out, the story skips any bridal chatter. Instead, it lingers on Fred, the charming dog, and Sampson, the devilish cat adopted in an earlier book. The cook fawns over that feline, but most readers won’t care either way.