Inspector Monk returns to the scene of another Victorian-era murder mystery when the daughter of an upper-crust family is stabbed in her own home. Inspector William Monk has his hands full when an aristocrat's daugher is stabbed to death in her own bed. He is instructed to proceed without delay, but finds his efforts hamstrung by the lingering traces of amnesia and the craven ineptitutde of his supervisor, who would love to see him fail. With the help of Hester Latterly, formerly a nurse with Florence Nightingale, Monk gropes warily through the silence and shadows, knowing that with each step he comes closer to the appalling truth.
This is a fairly pedestrian mystery novel. Everything about it seemed 'as it should be' but not very exciting. In the main the story's primary problem was its pace, too slow. I'll try another to see if this is but a 'point off the curve'.
Anne Perry writes some of the best mysteries I have ever read. There are twists I just do not see coming.
