This is the 3rd book of the Anty Boisjoly mystery series. If you are not familiar with this series, Antony Boisjoly is an upper-crust dilettante detective. He usually uses his bright mind to fix his upper-class friend's perils, that, by the way, are not at all in the same category as the problems of the rest of the humane kind. Set in the 20s decade of the last century, in a world between wars, when skirts became shorter and the fun had just started, this book goes along with the tone of the times. As a mystery book is not the greatest, the author prefers locked room mysteries, that, for those who know, have very limited options. But I don’t read these books because of the super intricate story, or the incredible deductions of the central character. No, I read these books because they are a blast. Mister Anty Boisjoly is a witty commentator of the sarcastic persuasion, yes, the stylish, rich, and a tad snob young man, is funny and clever and has something horribly and funny to say about everything. If you like this kind of humor, don’t think it twice and grab this book. In this installment, the not quite heroic hero, has to solve the mysterious murder/duel of the two uncles of a club member and friend. In a locked room. Yes, that is how it goes, it’s not a mistake. Of course, he solves the conundrum in time for tea, well, drinks.