Harry Hunt, former right hand to Robert Hooke, from whom he’s now estranged, is back in his third 17th-century London mystery, after The Bloodless Boy and The Poison Machine. He’s still immersed in a life of the mind and courting Hooke’’s daughter, Grace. Otherwise, though, his circumstances have changed markedly, with new prosperity sitting increasingly uncomfortably on him as events, and a surprising relationship, remind him where his roots lie. He’s also reminded from whence he came when the King takes him down a peg during an investigation (“Your use to me outweighs your impertinence”). The case starts when Harry attends the planned dissection of the corpse of a suicide from Bethlehem Hospital, the notorious insitution nicknamed Bedlam, which is halted quickly when Harry sees that the cadaver is that of no Bedlam pauper but his neighbor. How her body got to a hospital where she wasn’t a patient is a puzzle. Adding to the horror, another woman shortly goes missing and Harry is charged. He’s soon on the run, offering Lloyd the opportunity to show what London in 1681 was like outside its gilded halls and to keep readers on edge as the law and other malevolent forces close in. With its rich language, gory details of an era that was an attack on the senses, tidbits on Popish vs. Protestant politics, and shocking facts about early medical training, this is another immersive winner from Lloyd.
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