"A Matter of Justice" is the eleventh novel in a British historical mystery series by Charles Todd; Charles Todd being the name taken by a mother/son writing team that live in Delaware and North Carolina. The series of police procedurals is set just after World War I. It stars Scotland Yard Inspector Ian Rutledge, who just about survived the war, with a touch of shell shock, as they used to call Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome, and the voice of his sergeant and best soldier, Hamish, a Scot, whom he'd had to execute on the field, in his head.
In the current instalment, Rutledge is sent to investigate the death of a highly successful London businessman, savagely murdered shortly after ending his partnership with another such. Furthermore, Quarles's body has been put on bizarre display in a medieval tithe barn on his Somerset estate. Rutledge's investigation in the local village of Cambury soon turns up an embarrassment of candidates for the killer, ranging from the victim's wife to the local police constable: yet Rutledge finds the man was highly regarded in London business circles. The Inspector soon begins to wonder if, perhaps, like many murders, the reasons for this one don't go back into the past, perhaps to an earlier war.
It's obvious that a lot of research has gone into "A Matter of Justice," and the ambiance of the period has been well-thought out, and -fleshed out, from cars to clothes to pastimes,toys and games. Descriptive and narrative are fine; dialog is good, though the writing is occasionally marred by fussy fustian language. It's surely not necessary to utilize such language in a novel written in a contemporary time, even if the book is set in the past. But the fast-moving tough-minded plot is satisfyingly complex, with so many candidates for villain, and so many possible scenarios. This book is the first of the series I've read: it's a good solid police procedural, and I'd be happy to read more, although I did, frankly, find that the wit and wisdom of Sgt. Hamish got a bit tiresome, particularly as delivered in rather overbaked Scottish, with way too many lads and lassies flinging themselves about for my taste.
The son of the mother/son writing duo that is Charles Todd, whom I imagine is the North Carolina-based party, spoke in recent years at two annual mystery weekends presented by the local Wilmington, NC, library. He's a nice-looking, polite youngish man, whom I believe actually is Charles Todd. He told us a bit about how he and his mother research and write these books: his talks were certainly interesting, and well-appreciated. So, Charles Todd, keep up the good work, please.