As much as Beatrice Hyde-Clare relished the challenge of hunting down the Lake District party killer, she certainly doesn't consider herself an amateur investigator.

So when a certain London dude drops dead at her feet right outside the entrance to the London Gazette, Bea feels no compulsion to investigate. This is a news agency, after all, and the reporters are already on the case as much as the authorities. And she herself has enough problems of her own - like that harmless lie that somehow developed into a ridiculously inflated story.

Really, she doesn't care at all.

Except the dagger that killed the poor earl seems disturbingly familiar... So Bea heads to the British Museum, unable to rest until her suspicions are confirmed, while trying to allay her family's fears and understand the duke's urges of Kesgrave.

After all, a handsome lord has no reason to waste time solving a mystery alongside a shy old maid. And yet it appears everywhere Bea goes.