Virginia Freer has had it with her sort-of-ex-husband's taste for drama.
Yes, Marcus Avery was a dear old duffer who lived in Virginia's town.
Yes, Lillian Pace, Felix Freer's neighbor in London, was a sweet old
bird. Yes, it's terrible they were murdered, but we live in a naughty
world. But look at the coincidences!--Felix insists. That unpleasant
silversmith. That awful couple seeking revenge. These were not two
separate murders, I tell you: There is Something going on.
Virginia raises an eyebrow and sighs deeply: The world lost a second
Olivier, she thinks, when Felix opted for gambling, mooching, and petty
theft rather than the stage. But eventually even her relentless
pragmatism gets worn down, and thank goodness, because there is, indeed,
Something going on. And Felix and Virginia are just the duo to sort it
out, chalk and cheese though they may be.