DEATH AT THE DANCE is the second book in Verity Bright’s “Lady Eleanor Swift” mystery series set in 1920s England. Although it’s part of a series, I think DEATH AT THE DANCE can be read as a standalone novel. Lady Eleanor Swift is a well-traveled, youngish widow, and new to being the lady of the manor. She says what she’s thinking – for good or bad. One of the people she’s met since inheriting Henley Hall is the silly yet dashing Lancelot “Lance” Fenwick-Langham. In a short span of time they’ve gone a little sweet on each other. When Eleanor visits Lance’s family home, it’s to eventually find him standing over a dead body with a murder weapon. A very sticky situation indeed. While Lance is behind bars in the local jail, Eleanor makes it her mission to prove him innocent – with mixed results.

I like Lance and Eleanor and Lance together, so I was definitely “Team Free Lancelot” while reading DEATH AT THE DANCE. Because he ran with a frivolous and slightly dangerous group of privileged idiots, it’s somewhat of an uphill battle for Eleanor to convince the local cops of his innocence. The circumstances he’s originally found with the body don’t help. A big barrier comes in the form of Detective Chief Inspector Seldon. Word on the street seems to be that Seldom has a crush or something on Eleanor, which contributes to his disregard for Lancelot. While reading along, I found myself agreeing with Eleanor in her disappointment in Seldon and his biased attitude to Lance and his friends. I hope his attraction doesn’t pan out for him in the end. Questioning Lance’s crew of friends seems, at times for Eleanor, like an exercise in futility. It’s obvious that they’re all hiding something – but what? And which one might be sinister rather than merely silly and shallow? Even the motive for murdering Colonel Puddifoot is anybody’s best guess. The motive could be anger at Puddifoot because of his abrasive personality with most people, or it could possibly be some convoluted plot to frame Lance for some imagined slight against him. Very vexing for this amateur sleuth. Through it all, Eleanor has her perceptive butler Clifford as her sleuthing partner. Clifford and Eleanor make a superb sleuthing team.

DEATH AT THE DANCE has a strong female sleuth, masked mischief, and a hint of romance. Verity Bright successfully balances mystery, danger, and “bright young things” shenanigans. I like Eleanor’s straightforward manner and amusing phrases. Some elements in DEATH AT THE DANCE are reminiscent for me of an Agatha Christie story – hooray! I dearly hope Eleanor and Eleanor wind up together in the end. I sometimes root for the cop to get the girl in a cozy series, but not this time. I look forward to reading Verity Bright’s next “Lady Eleanor Swift” mystery.