If you have read Anne Perry, you know about William Monk. A former police inspector in Victorian London, Mr. Monk suffered a head injury which resulted in amnesia. He has rebuilt his life since then, and has become a private detective, taking cases for which his skill in investigation are much needed. In this book, Mr. Monk takes a case looking for a woman who was engaged to be married, but who ran away for some unexplained reason. Unfortunately, the coachman who drove her was found dead, and she was accused of his murder.
The book gets very complicated from there. Not while reading it, of course, but to explain would be almost impossible. As usual, Anne Perry draws the characters with such deep conviction that I can still see them. I have two small quibbles with this book. It moved more slowly in the beginning than her books generally do. And for the first time, I knew who the murderer was before she revealed it. If you have read Anne Perry, you know all her murderers are twisted (to borrow a phrase from the title of the book). Although I guessed the murderer correctly, I had no idea why the murders were committed, and that, of course, is the mystery!
All in all a very satisfying little mystery, with the expected twist at the end.