The author has done her research into the life and times of the English during the latter half of the 19th Century, sometimes a little too thoroughly. The detail tends to slow the movement of the storyline. However, this is small potatoes when looking at the very well written whoduunit set in 1783 - mainly.
I do take issue with her editor who seems to think the Americanism 'out back' was used at this period and that jogging was used as a quick human trot but this is just nit-picking. She creates atmosphere and colour in the Lake District which hasn't changed a great deal even today.
For those following this eccentric pair of sleuths this is a good story which fits nicely into the scheme of things relative to Crowther's family background. Harriet Westerman we know about but Gabriel Crowther has always been an enigma, the more so when we discover he is, in fact, Lotd Keswick by inheritance.
The author gathers around her a whole plethora of characters, some bad, many mainly good, as Crowther begins to uncover the reason why a skeleton was found in a tomb meant for two, not three. It's clever, interesting and a welcome change from the crash, bang, wallop of today's investigations. The children, frankly, seem too good to be true. Pity they aren't all like that. The local baddie wasn't too hard to spot but as to why he was so became clear only at the end which is as it should be. The reader is held captive as the story unfolds, flitting from Vienna to London and back to Cumberland, the characters feeding off each other as a few more bodies tax the mind of Crowther and his ally, Harriet Westerman.
Imogen Robertson has a series to be proud of and I'll now search out the next book for another breath of fresh air in the crime thriller genre.