Tristan Merryweather is enjoying a period of comparative wealth, his days leaden with sipping copious amounts of Oolong and eating imported biscuits while enjoying the very best of daytime television. Some years before the poverty which saw him indebted to his housekeeper and put into the service of Mr. Delaney, when both romantic and financial lives were good. But, being a man to whom strange things regularly happen, such languorous luxury cannot last for long... A old acquaintance, one wronged something awful by our foppish hero, has a new problem, one which threatens the very sanctity of his ecclesiastical workplace. Prompted into action, and driven by only the very highest of moral fibre (and absolutely not by threats of eternal damnation) our pompous hero once again sets off on an investigation into the curious workings of the supernatural world parallel to our own. A legal dispute twixt mining institutions sets in motion a journey into the secrets of Cheltenham, from its denizens of the paranormal variety to a discovery which will make Tristan realise that, just maybe, he is not the finest detective he always considered himself to be. This, the overdue second instalment in the Illustrious Investigations of Tristan Merryweather, sets the clocks back but a few years and explores our foppish dandy's relationships to both the church, his benefactors, his enemies, and his own sense of self-importance. Herein he will be inspired not by money, but rather by a sense of duty the likes never before seen for our gangly investigator. The stakes are high: a kingdom's reputation, a people's pride, and our hero's standing in the eyes of God. Note: While this story is suitable for all ages, there are references to physical attraction and a single distasteful turn of phrase relating to a bodily function.