I would like to like this, but I'm afraid that this was so very, for lack of a better word, domestic. Because the characters are enjoyable--Inspector Queen is a fun man, Jessie is a smart woman, the writing is generally good. And there's enough investigation to scratch some of the itch.
But...at some point, it seemed like the creeping around would never end. I wanted more to happen. This story is, honestly, more of a reminder why I don't hear about the Ellery Queen books as frequently as Poirot, or Lord Peter.
At the same time, it's not bad--and if you don't mind a more person-focused story, it's quite good. I think enjoyment of this one, more than other classic mysteries (but similar to other Ellery Queen books, TBH) is extremely personal--if someone says "I like mysteries" or "I love classic detective fiction," I might not jump straight to Queen at all, much less this one, but for someone who has enjoyed other Queen books, they'll likely enjoy this one.