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By James Lovegrove

It is the autumn of 1890, and a spate of bombings has hit London. The newspapers are packed with fevered hypothesis approximately anarchists, anti-monarchists and Fenians. yet one guy suspects a good extra sinister hand at the back of the violence.  Sherlock Holmes believes Professor Moriarty is orchestrating a national crusade of terror, yet to what finish? whilst, a bizarrely garbed determine has been noticed at the rooftops and within the dirty again alleys of the capital.  He strikes with the intense agility of a latter-day Spring-heeled Jack.  He possesses weaponry and armour of exceptional sophistication.  he's recognized in simple terms by means of the identify Baron Cauchemar, and he seems to be a virulent disease of crime and villainy. yet is that this masked guy really the strength for sturdy that he seems?  Is he attached by some means to the bombings?  Holmes and his devoted significant other Dr. Watson are approximately to embark on certainly one of their strangest and so much exhilarating adventures but.

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