I love a locked room thriller, and the premise of this book, set on The Endeavour, an ocean-going liner sailing from Southampton to New York in the 1920s absolutely appealed to me. When an elderly gentleman is found dead at the bottom of the stairs leading from one deck to another, there’s pressure on ship’s officer Timothy Birch (an man with a Past) to declare it nothing more than a tragic accident.
Of course, it’s nothing of the kind and the irascible and frankly quite irritating Scotland Yard detective James Temple, who happens to be on board, insists on investigating further. The unwilling partnership forced upon Birch and Temple by the ship’s Captain makes for an entertaining read, interspersed with the mystery of a missing painting and further deadly events which unfold as the ship nears its destination.
Beautiful period detail, highly evocative descriptions of life on board and the intriguing relationship between our two sleuths kept me reading right to the end.