The first book in a long running twee British detective series featuring Charles Lenox, a Victorian gentleman and dabbler in solving mysteries. It's obviously well research and written with just enough humor to get by. But it is a very twee book, from the top class of British society and he sends off his butler to find things out from the "lower class", which just feels icky and deus ex machina. It was okay, but I'm probably not going to continue with it. I need more grit in my private detectives. The narration was solid and he hit all the accents, even the Scottish one.