This is an odd little story published over forty years ago but because the author is one of my favourites, I figured it was worth trying it as one of this series.A typically suppressed obsessive and rather vain little Victorian man, Albert Moscrop is convinced that spending his Brighton holiday "...
This was bizarre. I can't say I'm keen on sporting stories, especially ones about bare-knuckle fighting, and I was constantly worried about poor PC Jago. Sgt. Cribb takes Jowett's admiration of the French method seriously and sends a new, relatively unknown constable under cover as a bare-knuckle...
At first I felt the same as Thackeray: Where's the body? I do remember reading this yonks ago, probably during my first incarnation as library worker in the 70s. Why is Sgt. Cribb investigating music hall mishaps? As usual, when reading in this series, you get the impression you're learning a lot...