I was put on to Jane Jakeman's crime stories by a friend of mine, a questing soul who takes a special interest in searching out intelligently written genre fiction. I have to admit that without some such recommendation Lord Ambrose probably would not have attracted my attention, for there's nothing about the way the books are presented to suggest that wit and literacy are to be found within. One suspects that the publishers may not have noticed.
Ambrose is a complex creation, temperamental offspring of the match between an English squire and an exotic Cretan beauty. This mixed parentage allows the author to endow her sleuth with a taste for adventure, an idealistic readiness to do battle for social justice, and a sardonic contempt for the hypocrisy and narrowness of nineteenth-century provincial society.
Like Byron, on whom he is clearly to some degree modelled, Ambrose has made the journey to Greece, and has been caught up in that country's bloody struggle for independence. Unlike Byron, he has got back to England alive, bringing with him Belos ( an early manifestation of the resting-actor-cum-domestic-servant, presently doing duty as butler) and Zaraband (a satisfyingly superior Arab mare with a taste for munching roses). With these colourful companions, Lord Ambrose retreats to a reclusive existence at Malfine, the stately but neglected family pile which apparently occupies a considerable fraction of the country of Somerset.
Of course, his Lordship's attempt at solitude is doomed to failure, for a true recluse would be a tedious hero. By the time "Fool's Gold" opens, Ambrose has already been obliged to solve a couple of mysteries ("Let There Be Blood" and "The Egyptian Coffin"), and in the process has enlarged his establishment to the tune of a foster child, a couple of Salukis, and a lady friend as strongwilled and unconventional as himself.
It is the lady's strong will which gives rise to the plotline of "Fool's Gold", for Elisabeth Anstruther does not care for life as a dependent. She has therefore refused Lord Ambrose's offer of marriage and made up her mind to embark on a career as paid companion to Lady Jesmond, mistress of a dark and rather mysterious establishment some distance from Malfine.
It soon becomes apparent that the ill-assorted residents of Jesmond Place have each their secrets, and each their private sources of despair. Before long, one of their number is stretched out cold in his bed, the empty bottle of poison close to hand. Suicide, or murder? Who is the stranger in the Jesmond household, and what part does the funeral of Edmund Kean play in the unravelling of these riddles? Who has been tampering with Master Cyriack's brandy flask? And what is the significance of the lion on the sign at the local pub?
"Fool's Gold" is an intricately plotted mystery, and a revealing and well-researched glimpse of some of the darker shadows of rural life in the early part of the last century. I recommend it, and I look forward to the further adventures of Lord Ambrose of Malfine.