Victorian True Crime

'Gripping and moving' NINA STIBBE 'A masterpiece' SATHNAM SANGHERA 'Creepy and compulsive, yet deeply touching' SABINE DURRANT 'I can't think of anyone who wouldn't love it' CHARLOTTE MENDELSON Camden, 1890. London is a city of gaslight, gossip and grisly headlines. Hannah Teale is a bright...

Dublin, November 1856: George Little, the chief cashier of the Broadstone railway terminus, is found dead, lying in a pool of blood beneath his desk. He has been savagely beaten, his head almost severed; there is no sign of a murder weapon, and the office door is locked, apparently from the inside. Thousands of pounds in gold and silver are left untouched at the scene of the crime. Augustus Guy, Ireland's most experienced detective, teams up with Dublin's leading lawyer to investigate the murder. But the mystery defies all explanation.

Who lived to regret her "deathbed" confession? Was Amelia Dyer mad or wicked? Why did the judiciary look compassionately on women who committed infanticide? Among over 80 women whose stories appear in this book, some were tragic; some were evil; some were mad; and several were undoubtedly innocent of the murders for which they were hanged.

Number 4 Euston Square was a respectable boardinghouse, like many others in Victorian London. But beneath this ordinary veneer lurked a murderous darkness. On 8th May 1879, the corpse of former resident Matilda Hacker was uncovered in the coal cellar. The investigation that followed stripped bare the shadow-side of Victorian domesticity, throwing the lives of everyone within into an extraordinary maelstrom.

This gripping historical crime fiction novel, based on fact, is set in Bradford, England, 1888. It explores the horrific murder of Johnny Gill; a murder and mutilation so gruesome, it stuns a nation. Even hardened detectives are affected by its savagery, swiftly comparing it to the work of Jack the Ripper.

Great Yarmouth, September 1900: A young woman is found dead on the beach, a bootlace tied tightly around her neck. Despite her death attracting national attention in the press, nobody claims her. Detective Inspector Robert Lingwood of the Great Yarmouth police force declares he will not rest until the mystery of the young woman's death is solved. But it's only once the case has been referred to Scotland Yard that the layers of mystery start to peel away.

Like her previous books, this book will be the result of the author's passionate interest in the realities of everyday life, and the conditions in which most people lived, so often left out of history books. This period of mid-Victorian London encompasses a huge range of subjects.

What kind of man walks out of a back yard at dawn with a uterus in his pocket, then sits down to read about himself in the morning paper? For over a hundred and thirty years, the world has been chasing the wrong man. The cape. The top hat. The royal physician with a black bag and a brougham. Every generation paints him a new costume. The truth has never worn one. Jack The Ripper, the Whitechapel killer was almost certainly a man you would have walked past on the way to the baker. Quiet. Polite. Forgettable. He paid his landlady on time. He nodded at the constable on the corner.