It is August 1889 and the Great London Dock Strike is in progress. In the East End of London, a man is found stabbed to death near the notorious Ten Bells public house. The police call it the result of a drunken brawl; the man's brother calls it murder, and asks Sherlock Holmes to investigate the circumstances of his brother's death. Amid rising tensions between dock owners and dock workers, Holmes and Watson, ably assisted by Inspector Lestrade, find themselves plunged deep into the dark heart of London, where death and terror are ever present companions.
This book felt like stepping right into Victorian England, with all its charm, drama, and foggy streets. Even the stench from Thames. From the start, the tone was set, pulling you into its world effortlessly. None of the chapters dragged or felt out of place—it kept things moving at a nice pace.
That being said, I was hoping for a bit more excitement. It was good, but it could’ve used a touch more drama to really keep me hooked.
What stood out the most, though, was how well Walsh has captured the essence of Victorian England. You could practically hear the horses trotting by and feel the cold London mist.
Overall, it was a solid read. Maybe not the most thrilling, but definitely one that brings the period to life beautifully.
I have always loved the stories about Sherlock Holmes. Margaret Walsh captures his eras perfectly and each story has its clever deductions and humorous quips. This story is another enjoyable visit back to the 1880's with Sherlock and his companions.