The cover of this book proudly proclaims that "Victorian London is vividly brought to life...for an atmospheric picture of the period". This is a strange choice to promote the book because it doesn't deliver on that promise at all. The London it presents is rather flat and repetitive, with a very narrow of characters and limited setting, its only really Clare Market that comes to life, and then only for a few pages. But there are good things about this book which the publishers could have chose to focus on instead. It's a decent mystery, with a likeable and intelligent policeman, or peeler, on the trail of a dastardly murderer. The plot unfolds constantly, if perhaps a little too evenly, over the course of the novel, and the style is engaging and straightforward for the most part. Not a brilliant book, but one that I'm glad to have read. Would suit a single-sitting read.