I am afraid that I, Sherlock Holmes, must act as my own chronicler in this singular case, that of the Whitechapel murders of 1888. For the way in which the affair was dropped upon my doorstep left me with little choice as to the contrary.
Not twelve months prior, the siren’s call of quiet domesticity and married life had robbed me of Watson’s assistance as both partner and recorder of my cases. Thus, when detective inspector Lestrade of Scotland Yard required a lead—any lead—I found myself forced to pursue Jack the Ripper alone and without the aid of my faithful friend. And all for the most damnedable of reasons:
Early on in my investigations, Dr. John H. Watson, formerly
of 221b Baker Street, emerged as my prime suspect.
Review:
This was a treat. A real fast-pacing, well written Sherlock Holmes story with likeable characters and all the mystery of the case of Jack the Ripper added to it.
This book reminded me of the BBC adaptation of Sherlock Holmes, it was written in a similar language and therefore easy to read in character (with Benedict Cumberbatch’s voice in my head). The mystery surrounding Sherlock’s good friend Dr. Watson added the suspense needed to make this story new and exciting and it was written in a skilful way to ensure the reader was kept in the dark until the right moment.
Perfect dark mystery to accompany those long autumn evenings.
Thank you to the author and TBConFB.
Rating: 5/5
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