Here is an example of O'Malley's dry humor as he describes the club of Sir Henry Wattleman (aka Lord of the Checquy): "It...was decorated in a very specific style that showed the decorators were lacking both imagination and a second X chromosome....The carpet didn't shag and very likely never had. Even the light filtering through the windows was tired and respectable. Leather-covered armchairs were occupied by the elderly, the plump, the male....Cigars were chewed, pipes sucked, and snuff snuffled." (p. 98)
Most of the story lines are resolved, but there are a few left open for the sequel, which I am eagerly awaiting. Click HERE to read the first four chapters.