A pair of Victorian enquiry agents take on an apparently routine assignment for an unlikely quartet of clients that leads to some truly weird complications.
The Civil War may have ended nearly 30 years ago, but that doesn’t deter four officers from the Confederate army—General James Woodson, Brigadier David St. Ives, Colonel Zebedee Beaufort, and Captain Manuel Cortes—from leaving the far-flung places in Latin America where they’ve been soldiering on to gather in London, where they ask Cyrus Barker and Thomas Llewelyn to wangle them an audience with Lord Rosebery, the prime minister. Granted 15 minutes on the PM’s schedule, they waste no time in demanding that England fulfill an 1865 treaty that promised to deliver the Confederacy an ironclad warship. Things can’t possibly go well for the Crown whether it grants or denies the request, since the nation will either be breaking faith with its most hallowed diplomatic practices or ratifying the Confederacy as a going concern in 1894. Though Barker and Llewelyn have already served their primary function, they can’t ignore the genie they’ve helped escape from the bottle, and in short order they accompany St. Ives, a notorious sensualist, to some of London’s most tawdry fleshpots, dig up information they hope can impugn all four of the envoys-come-lately, and follow up hints that link the treaty to both the recent murder of former U.S. senator turned Confederate diplomat Jubal Slidell, the last survivor of the real-life seizure of two Confederate officers from HMS Trent during the war, and two wildly unlikely historical figures who are supposed to have died long ago.
Nothing that follows lives up to Thomas’ extravagant premise, but then nothing could.