In 1855 London, Charles Lenox finds himself trying to unravel the mystery of the dead man found in a train car at Paddington Station. The dead man has no identification, no luggage, his pockets are empty, and even the labels have been removed from all his clothes. But the style of the dead man’s clothes suggest that he might be American. With that slim clue, Lenox begins an investigation that leads him from the halls of Parliament to slave plantations in America. Meanwhile, he is trying to figure out if the beautiful Kitty Ashbrook is the one woman for him, or if he’s even capable of love. An engrossing mystery and interesting look at the English class system. This is somewhat reminiscent of Agatha Christie’s work, but faster paced.