Julian Kestrel is the walking definition of a Regency-era dandy. He cares about little beyond the perfection of his tailoring, he lives for the bon mot, and his life has the specific gravity?and the fleeting charm?of a soap-bubble. At least that?s what he?d like you to think. In fact, it rather suits Kestrel to be perpetually underestimated, particularly when?as in this instance?his weekend at a glamorous country estate is spoiled by a dead girl?s body being found in his bed.