I got a kick out of this novel. I don't know how I came by it or when, but I unearthed it in our recent move and -- unlike just about every other novel I found in the same box -- I not only made it past the 10 page mark, but I kept on going.
The plot is this: a coach has been run off the road and the coachman and the passengers are all dead. One man who was feared to be killed is actually alive, and a woman who ought to have been on the coach is missing. The hero Fairfax, a sort of secretary to the local JP, must sift through the not-quite-usual suspects to determine who is responsible.
I loved it. I mean, it was like Midsomer Murders with periwigs.
I subtracted a star because there were too many characters. I'm not talking suspects: there just were too many characters. I could keep track of them, but words that could have been used for primary character development (and while I liked the hero, he doesn't change over the course of the novel at all). Also, there were some bad copyediting errors. Given how many English degrees will work for food, I don't even know how that happens.