It is 1886 and the greatest of all jockeys, Fred Archer, has put his gun
to his head and shot himself. An inquest is arranged with indecent
haste. His mind was unhinged by typhoid, say the jury, despite
conflicting evidence.
The Prince is suspicious. He admired Archer. He knows the Turf better
than anyone on that jury and he has personal experience of typhoid. When
he learns that Archer's last words were, 'Are they coming?' he decides
on action. He will turn his unique talents to solving the mystery and
tell us in his inimitable fashion how he does it.