As I wrote back in February, I started the Veronica Speedwell series as part of a project to read the six novels nominated for the Edgar Award for Best Mystery. (Walter Mosley’s Down the River Unto the Sea, which I haven’t yet gotten around to, won the prize.) A Dangerous Collaboration, the fourth Speedwell book and the sequel to the Edgar-nominated A Treacherous Curse, was released last month, and as I was finishing it, I was struck with a terrifying realization: had it not been for Raybourn’s Edgar nod, I may never have discovered this series. I enjoy historicals but I don’t really seek them out, and I’d never read any of the author’s work before she made it onto the prestigious shortlist.
The reason it hit me so hard is because with A Dangerous Collaboration, I’m prepared to state that this is now my favorite current mystery series. I love these books so much. There are undoubtedly plenty of other novels I would absolutely adore if I only knew they existed! I read 100 books a year searching for just this kind of feeling. (For what it’s worth, my book group recently read the first Speedwell novel, A Curious Beginning, at my suggestion, and several members stated that they were planning to read the others, so I’m busy spreading the good word about Veronica.)
In A Dangerous Collaboration, Veronica is persuaded by her colleague Stoker’s brother Tiberius to travel to a remote Cornish island, which happens to be the home of the Romilly Glasswing butterfly, previously thought extinct. As a lepidopterist, Veronica is thrilled at the thought of encountering a rare specimen. However, it turns out that her trip to St. Maddern’s Island will be fraught with peril.
They will be staying with Tiberius’ old friend Malcolm, and Tiberius persuades Veronica to pose as his fiancée—they’ll still be sleeping in separate rooms, but it won’t be quite as shocking for the unmarried woman to be traveling with a man. Then, as they’re about to board the boat to St. Maddern’s, they find that Stoker is coming along for the ride as well. There’s a lot of bad blood between the brothers, which adds an extra layer of drama.
Malcolm has invited Tiberius to come to his home—a castle, complete with hidden passageways and mysterious hiding places—to help him figure out what happened to his bride, Rosamund, who disappeared on their wedding day, three years earlier. Also present are Malcolm’s sister-in-law Helen and her son, and his sister Mertensia. Malcolm cannot move on with his life until he knows what became of Rosamund. Did she leave of her own volition, or did she meet with foul play?
“There’s not a square inch of this island that doesn’t hold a secret,” one of the villagers on St. Maddern’s, a self-described pellar witch, warns Veronica. “Rosamund Romilly does not rest easy. Take a care for yourself and any you love.”
When a seance held by Helen to summon Rosamund causes some strange events to occur, Veronica and Stoker are faced with a mystery that tests their scientific and highly logical outlooks. (Though anybody who thinks Veronica Speedwell is going to come away from such an event thinking “Well, ghosts must be real, then!” doesn’t know her very well.)
Toward the end of the book, there’s an emotional payoff so powerful that tears sprang to my eyes. While Deanna Raybourn may not have taken home the Edgar, she’s created a series worthy of a gold medal.