A GHASTLY CATASTROPHE

Do vampires exist? That’s a question for a detective duo whose cases are never mundane in 1890s England.

Lepidopterist Veronica Speedwell cares little about the gossip swirling around her and lover, naturalist and adventurer Revelstoke Templeton-Vane, scion of an aristocratic family, who eschews the trappings of his class. Together, they’ve solved many unusual murder cases, and they’re rather bored with their ordinary job of cataloging an extensive collection for the Earl of Rosemorran at his home in Marylebone. The arrival of their friend J.J., a journalist, and then of Scotland Yard detective Mornaday, both with tales of woe, makes their lives distinctly more interesting. Mornaday tells them that the body of a man named Maurice Quincey was found in a carriage outside Highgate Cemetery, looking as if he might have died of natural causes but for the fang marks in his neck. This sparks an argument between the lovers, as Veronica naturally thinks of vampires while Stoker ridicules the idea. Oddly, Jameson Harkness, Quincey’s best friend, died the week before in a fall from a balcony, possibly not by accident. The only real clues to Quincey’s death are the sighting of a Romany boy near the carriage and the shifty testimony of one of Quincey’s friends about a secret society. A visit to a Romany camp is interesting and informative. Stoker and Veronica receive an invitation from Lord Ruthven, who certainly looks like a vampire, and his friend Asphodel, who’s very witchy indeed, but both are fakes and fraudsters willing to use potions and poisons to get their way. The detectives find themselves in grave danger but are unafraid of anything that’s coming.

Another odd and exciting case for a pair of passionate sleuths who never let Victorian mores stand in their way.