The first novel in the beloved New York Times bestselling Victorian mystery series featuring Inspector Witherspoon and his housekeeper, Mrs. Jeffries—two of the most charming characters to ever crack a case! She keeps house for Inspector Witherspoon...and keeps him on his toes. Everyone's awed by his Scotland Yard successes—but they don't know about his secret weapon. No matter how messy the murder or how dirty the deed, Mrs. Jeffries's...

A festive Jubilee Ball in honor of Queen Victoria turns into a fatal affair for Hannah Greenwood. Inspector Witherspoon was a guest at the ball so the job of finding the murderer falls to him. Fortunately, Mrs. Jeffries is there to help him read between the lines.. and identify the guilty party behind this deadly plot..

Meet the inspector and Mrs. Jeffries—in a delightful mystery series set in Victorian England—and featuring the most charming characters ever to crack a case. STICKY FINGERS, HELPING HANDS... Minerva Kenny is a dear woman, but her tendency to "borrow" things without asking has finally caught up with her. William Barrett has learned Minerva's shameful secret, and he's holding it over her head. Mrs. Jeffries and the staff have hatched a...

A Mrs. Jeffries Mystery She keeps house for Inspector Witherspoon...and keeps him on his toes.  Everyone's awed by his Scotland Yard successes—but they don't know about his secret weapon.  No matter how messy the murder or how dirty the deed, Mrs. Jeffries' polished detection skills are up to the task... proving that behind every great man there's a woman—and that a crimesolver's work is never done. A BONE TO PICK Eccentric...

“Mrs. Jeffries is the Miss Marple of Victorian Mystery.” — The Paperback Forum She keeps house for Inspector Witherspoon . . . and keeps him on his toes. Everyone’s awed by his Scotland Yard successes—but they don’t know about his secret weapon. No matter how messy the murder or how dirty the deed, Mrs. Jeffries’ polished detection skills are up to the task . . . proving that behind every great man there’s...

Sir Edmund Leggett is flattered to be stalked by a young lady—who makes herself scarce after he's murdered in cold blood. The police hold the young woman to blame. But Inspector Witherspoon has other ideas and consults his housekeeper, Mrs. Jeffries—who always gets to the heart of the matter.

GUILTY BYSTANDERS After a perfectly decent local woman is killed during a robbery, the Witherspoon household receives a surprising visit from a stranger named Blimpey Groggins. He claims his best buddy was convicted of the crime. He also claims the peaceable chap didn’t even know how to fire a gun. And considering he’s to be hanged in three weeks, Blimpey’s desperate to find the real killer. With the trail cold, the crime allegedly...

The case is an unexpected bother for Inspector Witherspoon's household, already abuzz with plans for the holidays, but Scotland Yard wants this crime solved before Christmas. Now the busy sleuths must rally in support of their Inspector -- especially since the clues are harder to find than a silver sixpence in a plum pudding.

Train enthusiast Francis Humphreys took his last breath while relatives and neighbors visited downstairs. But if everyone was downstairs, who could have stolen into Uncle Francis's study, killed him, and escaped? Mrs. Jeffries will have to lend her downstairs common sense to this upstairs murder mystery.

The eccentric Olive Kettering swore someone was trying to harm her. Too bad no one listened, though plenty wanted her dead. When Olive is shot and killed, Mrs. Jeffries has no problem speaking her mind to see justice served.

Under a bundle of mistletoe, art collector Daniel McCourt lies with his throat slit, a bloody sword next to his body. Inspector Witherspoon is determined to solve the case--preferably before the eggnog is ladled out on Christmas Eve--but of course he will require assistance from the always sharp-witted housekeeper, Mrs. Jeffries, who has a few of her own theories on why McCourt had to die by the sword.

When a beautiful newcomer is found dead in the communal gardens, Inspector Witherspoon narrows down his list of suspects to Lucius Montague, who was seen threatening the woman, but Mrs. Jeffries has her doubts and sets out to find the real killer.

"Old sins cast long shadows. Normally dead bodies in a graveyard are buried--but not this one. When a woman is found strangled in a North London cemetery with an old newspaper clipping clutched in her hand, Inspector Witherspoon is surprised to find that he and the victim have crossed paths before. Mrs. Robinson was a respectable widow who ran a quiet Islington lodging house. None of her lodgers have any apparent motive to murder their landlady. But...

Inspector Witherspoon's newest case is the death of Thomas Mundy, who was killed with his own walking stick while staying in London's Wrexley Hotel. While Mundy seemed an unlikely victim for the crime, Mrs. Jeffries and the household staff soon that he was a man with many enemies. Now Witherspoon and his staff must determine who real killer is.

"On a cold night in February, the popular Lighterman's Ball festivities are cut short when a guest of honor, Stephen Bremmer, goes into spasms and abruptly collapses. Once again Inspector Witherspoon returns to the Wrexley Hotel to investigate a murder. The victim was considered a boorish snob who felt entitled to anything and anyone he wanted. Yet despite his Oxford education, he was barely literate, lazy, and prone to make stupid mistakes--his last...

"Mrs. Jeffries always keeps her friends close and now must keep an enemy even closer if she is going to catch a killer. . . . Inspector Nigel Nivens is not a nice man or a good investigator. In fact, he's terrible at his job and has always done everything he can to make life difficult for Inspector Witherspoon. But even his powerful family can't help him after he maliciously tried to hobble Witherspoon's last homicide investigation. He's been sent...

"Successful businessman Jeremy Marks wasn't highly regarded by any of the members of the West London Archery Club. Most of them considered him a buffoon and a bore. But everyone was stunned when the fellow was murdered during a lull in the club's annual archery competition: he'd been shot with arrows from a longbow during a raging thunderstorm. But those who knew Marks well understood that the unkempt 'court jester' persona adopted by the late, unlamented...