Violet Hamilton is no ordinary lady. She is a Lady Detective who spends her time solving mysteries, unveiling scandals in the bustling seaside town of Hastings and St. Leonards, a popular spot for the Victorian middle classes. When the body of a local woman is found on the beach, Violet's efforts to investigate are blocked at every turn. Is that because, as a woman, she can't possibly be allowed to think or act for herself? Or is it because someone sinister has Violet in their sights?