It's 1920. Florence Shore, a nurse who served in the war and Florence Nightingale's goddaughter, is killed on a train. Who is guilty? Poor Louisa sets out to solve the murder together with Nancy, the daughter of a rich family. Of course, incompetent police officers are also encountered along the way, and some romances are also set up.
If you're looking for a suspenseful and fast-paced thriller, this isn't it. The plot progresses really slowly. Even watching that famous paint dry would be more exciting.
I thought I had guessed the culprit and what happened too early, but I was at least partly wrong.
I always get annoyed when real people are used as characters in a fictional work, it should be prohibited by law. But even worse is to blame a real murder on the shoulders of a real person, even though that person was never actually suspected of the murder.
It was only afterwards that I realized that this book was the start of a series, so it's probably pointless to assume that the plot twists would be wrapped up in a pretty package. I don't plan on reading the next parts of the series.