Sherlock Holmes - 1888 Autumn of Blood - Mike Hogan - Bog

Jack the Ripper is not the only blood-soaked fiend at work in London. There are others.
In the festering alleys of Whitechapel, a habitual murderer is at work slashing women of the night to death and mutilating their remains.
The body count rises, and gory descriptions of the victims' wounds are published in the penny papers, illustrated with images drawn as much from the artists' imaginations as from witness testimony. The vaunted Scotland Yard sleuths are helpless, and the murderer sends them taunting messages in blood red letters signed Saucy Jack.
And what of Sherlock Holmes? Is the foremost private consulting detective in the world standing aloof as the capital of the Empire is paralysed by the nameless terror stalking its streets? Here, for the first time, is my account of those dreadful days and nights in that blood-soaked autumn of 1888. John H Watson MD.