Brighton, July 1819
When I find myself standing over a dead body in a deserted Brighton Pavilion, bloody sword in hand and no memory of how I got there, my immediate assumption is that I’ve murdered the poor fellow at my feet.
The dead man is Colonel Hamilton Isherwood, a man I clashed with after the battle of Salamanca in Spain, seven years ago. As I try to piece together the events of the night, I discover I’ve promised to help a Quaker gentleman find his missing son, and that the Society of Friends might know far more about my strange situation than anyone else.
With the help of Brewster, Grenville, and my wife, I work to save myself from arrest, even it means bringing to light painful scandals from my own past.