There’s something foul in the air around Tavy Castle. The old Lady Buckshaw can’t say the word “trade” without feeling ill and the new Lady Buckshaw can’t say much at all - at least, not much that makes sense. She’s always been a sensitive soul, but have the oppressive swamps around her new home finally driven her into a very Gothic insanity? Madness and death seem to go hand in hand, and it’s not long before a corpse turns up in the ice house. Theodore, Lord Calaway is all set to use his considerable powers of investigation but he’s immediately thwarted by a stereotypically bumbling inspector from Plymouth who declares it all an accident. Theodore and his wife Adelia disagree. Adelia is busy enough with matchmaking for Captain Everard, helping to plan a Floating Ball aboard a ship, and trying to bring order to Tavy Castle. But her people-skills are essential in helping her rather-too-rational husband to make sense of the murder. They think they are making progress until the next murder happens unexpectedly. Chaos breaks out. The inspector returns. Arrests are made which devastate the Buckshaws and the Calaways. If Theodore and Adelia can’t find the evidence to bring the real culprit to justice, then their own daughter will hang for it. This is the third book in The Discreet Investigations of Lord and Lady Calaway. It is written in British English, which may use unfamiliar spellings, vocabulary and grammatical structures. Enjoy with a nice cup of Earl Grey tea and perhaps a biscuit.