Recovering from a broken leg after his ignominious fall from the Titanic, Lestrade
should have had a peaceful time convalescing. But an attempt on the life of his future
father-in-law makes him realise that a policeman is never really off duty. What is
particularly puzzling is the arrival of a letter which simply reads ‘Four for the
Gospel Makers’, and it isn’t the first Lestrade has been sent.
So begins one of Sholto Lestrade’s most mystifying cases, encompassing both the present
and the past. He walks down memory lane to the time when he was a young and very
naive constable, looking back on episodes in his career which never came to satisfactory
conclusions and hold other clues as to who the sender of the letters is.
Because whoever it is, is a cold-blooded killer.
‘A slapstickish bloody finale ensues; leading up to it, we get the customary high
profile wisecrackery; with Wodehousian gags rubbing shoulders with double entrendres.
Trow’s historical contexts remain impeccable.’ - Oxford Times