This was a cute cozy murder set in the early part of the 20th century against the backdrop of a rapidly failing British aristocracy. Frances, an American heiress wooed and won for her commoner's fortune, is mostly relieved when her handsome but feckless husband dies- even if he has the bad taste to do so in his mistress's bed. But was it really a heart condition - and might his newly freed bride be the next target?
I was looking for fluffy and this delivered - if anything too well: at times I found myself wishing for more substance or at least a more convincing romance. Still, the writing was clever, the banter witty, and the plot held together. A fun way to wile away a cold winter’s night.