Inspired, obviously and famously, by the case of Jack the Ripper, is this the first serial killer novel?
It could be, certainly, not least because Lowndes didn't quite develop a plot capable of supporting and resolving the extraordinary suspense she managed to evoke in every scene.
What she made instead is a masterpiece of psychology, with every subtle emotion in place, especially the unexpected and inconvenient ones. A deeply sympathetic chronicle of humanity and mental disturbance seen straining at the welded seams not just of Victorian propriety but of civilisation itself.
Not a great book. Dated and see through plot. No real excitement and a description of simple folk being crippled by societal judgement to the extent that they risk their own safety and that of their loved ones and do not reveal a serial killer just so no one judges them for unwittingly renting rooms to him.
From its place in literature,its history as being the first or one of the first “psychological thrillers”, and even as an example of prose and mannerisms from the early 1900s, it’s interesting to read.
But the story itself, well, it goes down easier as an audiobook.