Book six in the Inspector Lestrade series. The London Underground Railway, in 1895, was described as 'dark, deadly and halfway to Hell'. Only too true, for as the last train rattled into Liverpool Street, the one remaining passenger did not get off. How could she, when her eyes stared sightless and her heart had stopped? There was another corpse at the Elephant in the morn-ing, wedged between the seats like an old suitcase...