THE CURSE OF THE HOUSE OF FOSKETT

Members of a death club each hoping to be the last one standing meet gruesome ends, and only Sidney Grice and his ward can stop the slaughter.

Sidney Grice is in a funk, and so is his career as a personal detective thanks to bad press about his last case. His young ward, March Middleton, is concerned even though she has no great affection for her arrogant, humorless, one-eyed guardian. He constantly belittles her and ignores her well-grounded retaliation, and he’s no more polite to a potential client. Horatio Green, one of seven members of the Last Death Club, reports that barely a week after the group's formation, one of its cohort is dead. The last surviving member will inherit £70,000, plus accrued interest, and Green proposes that Grice will get £7,000 if he investigates the death of each member as it occurs, to be sure there's no foul play. Grice doesn't have to wait long to get to work: Green dies of prussic acid poisoning at the detective’s feet. Frustrated by an indifferent inspector, Grice and March investigate Green’s dental surgeon, who almost immediately dies. Visits to the taxidermy studio of the first victim, the homes of the reclusive Baroness Foskett and the other club members, including the improbably named Prometheus Perseus Piggety, are the next steps in a maze of greed, cruelty and vengeance. Grice, with his oozing eye socket, and March, with her love of cigarettes, gin flasks and occasional bets, are hardly the typical crime-solving duo. All they seem to share is their sadness about lost loves—and the flicker of hope for happiness with new partners doesn’t do much to offset the horrors of their investigation.

Kasasian’s sequel is as witty and imaginative as his debut (The Mangle Street Murders, 2014), if you like your humor dark and your delights grotesque. Animal lovers may not be the only readers taking refuge in Beatrix Potter if they make it past the first few chapters.