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Old 07-08-2025, 01:26 PM   #8192
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Nicholas Meyer has written seven Sherlock Holmes books in fifty years (!!!), starting with The Seven-Per-Cent Solution, which won the 1975 Gold Dagger Award. Now the second book, The West End Horror, is on sale at Kindle US for $2.99. It's not on sale at Kobo US, at least as of now, but could probably be price-matched.

Kindle US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00RYSNQY8
Kobo US (for price-check/match): https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-west-end-horror-1

Spoiler:
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March 1895. London. A month of strange happenings in the West End. First there is the bizarre murder of theater critic Jonathan McCarthy. Then the lawsuit against the Marquess of Queensberry for libel; the public is scandalized. Next, the ingenue at the Savoy is discovered with her throat slashed. And a police surgeon disappears, taking two corpses with him.

Some of the theater district's most fashionable and creative luminaries have been involved: a penniless stage critic and writer named Bernard Shaw; Ellen Terry, the gifted and beautiful actress; a suspicious box office clerk named Bram Stoker; an aging matinee idol, Henry Irving; an unscrupulous publisher calling himself Frank Harris; and a controversial wit by the name of Oscar Wilde.

Scotland Yard is mystified by what appear to be unrelated cases, but to Sherlock Holmes the matter is elementary: a maniac is on the loose. His name is Jack.
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