1986 classic from the author also prolific as Francis Selwyn. As the image suggests, this belongs to the Inspector Swain series and concerns a serial killer loose in London three years after the Ripper's Autumn of Terror. I'm not sure whodunit will be much of a surprise to fans of the form but for me the pleasure was entirely in the writing - from the mystery man's ramblings, written in his own urine, to the horse-faced Inspector's surprisingly lively sex life. The case is a real one but I have no idea whether the blackmail aspect is historical or not. Does it matter? Not a jot. Reading this was pure unadulterated delight. Can't wait to get my hands on another.
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