I hear the grumbles about the formulaic plots in the Mrs. Jeffries series, but I’m not joining that chorus. Sure, each book follows a familiar path: the lovable, clueless Inspector Witherspoon lands a murder case, his staff members eagerly dig in, they gather clues across London’s social strata, and the unflappable Mrs. Jeffries cracks the case. Yet, subtle nuances keep me hooked. Emily Brightwell nurtures her characters with such care that I find countless reasons to adore them. Her talent ensures the series never feels threadbare or overly predictable. Each character brims with depth, making me want to linger at Mrs. Goodge’s table, savoring her cooking and the lively banter. I’ll miss these folks when the final book’s credits roll. The mysteries satisfy, but the characters keep me coming back.
In this installment of the series, someone stabs Harrison Nye to death outside an empty house. Nye’s shady past suggests his dirty dealings caught up with him. Meanwhile, his missing housemaid sparks fears she’s met a similar fate.
Scotland Yard assigns Inspector Witherspoon the case, and his staff quietly celebrates another murder to solve. Mrs. Goodge, the cook, dives in with particular zeal, hoping the investigation will lift her melancholy.
The plot centers on a hypochondriac who, certain he’s dying, pens a confessional letter about cheating a woman out of her fortune—with Nye’s help. When Nye learns of the letter, he scrambles to stop its delivery or prevent its reading. That desperation costs him his life.
I savored this book over a leisurely afternoon at 2.8x speed, delighting in every four-star page.