“Mrs. Jeffries is the Miss Marple of Victorian Mystery.” —The Paperback Forum
She keeps house for Inspector Witherspoon . . . and keeps him on his toes. Everyone’s awed by his Scotland Yard successes—but they don’t know about his secret weapon. No matter how messy the murder or how dirty the deed, Mrs. Jeffries’ polished detection skills are up to the task . . . proving that behind every great man there’s a woman—and that a crimesolver’s work is never done.
It took no time at all for the magistrate to rule the death of Harlan Westover a suicide. But not everyone is convinced by the result of what may have been a slip-shod investigation. Inspector Witherspoon is treading dangerous political waters when he discreetly pokes around to see if he can’t catch himself a killer. But it’s up to Mrs. Jeffries and her staff to do some detective work of their own in order to give the inspector a gentle nudge in the right direction—and ensure that a murderer, if indeed there is one, doesn’t get the chance to stage another suicide. . . .
