Many if not most self proclaimed, naturalized or 'Ex-Pat British in the Chicago area can trace their Chicago area roots, back ten generations or to the war of 1812 when their ancestors came to fight, and when it was over-stayed on. Moreover making their customs and life styles (including those pesky titles) part of Americana. They settled in what is now North-West Chicago, Evanston and beyond. The Chicago Police Department in it's infinite wisdom, and search for peace and tranquility; as it did in many of the Chicago ethnic enclaves provided Police officers of that ethnic persuasion to those precincts. This story takes place in the mid to late 1940s after WWII. The setting is one very British neighborhood complete with its manor houses (mini castles 4-6000 sq.ft. of living space on estates measuring in hundreds of acres). The era when science didn't play the leading role it does today and the majority of thought-provoking crimes were solved with confessions. Everyone in the near enclave disliked the rich, nasty spinster. She delighted in stirring up jealousies and scandals-the Doctors wild affair...the old Professors escapades...the Professor's young sons carousing, to name but a few. Then someone shot the ageing gossip when she sat down to powder her nose in an armature theatrical Production. Now it was up to Inspector Rex Feral to determine which of the ordinary towns folk could commit such a dastardly act.