This is the third in the Inspector Drewes novels set in the dusty days of the Police, post Jack The Ripper, written by Mel Hodgkinson.
A notorious serial criminal makes a dying confession, well more of a tantalizing hint that something deemed ‘natural’ was far from it. A number of jewelery robberies take place, but the thieves are very selective of their prizes and incredible accurate in their methods and research. An eminent scientist dies from cruel injuries of an accident, yet a man of his briliance and precision surely would not let such a disasterous slip happen. An elderly wealthy estranged grandfather dies, apparently having triped down some rickerty stairs, whilst staying with his struggling nephew and wife. Could there is dastedly doing amongst the begonias? Is the slight if hand and trickery amongst the higher classes? What impatient ambition lies in the heart of men?
This is the first time we get a glance into the past of Inspector Drewes, when the jewel robbers turn on his own family, stealing a prize piece bequeathed to Drewes by his mother, which he gifts to his niece. With his one-time fellowmpoliceman now a private investigator, can the perpetrators be brought to justice and the treasurers returned.
Another gripping read, an insight into the classes of Victorian England, how some see the police as mere surfs, grubby nosy men interfering is business above their station and some see them as persons of power and authourity, to be crossed or lied to at their peril. The unease at a man’s chosen career and how it conflicts with the standing of his extended family even decades later.