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Sherlock Holmes: The Will of the Dead by George Mann

A wealthy old man falls to his death after a family party and his will then goes missing. The dead man’s nephew calls upon Sherlock Holmes to help find the missing document that will save him and his family from ruin. 

Just as the case begins, with the faithful Doctor Watson assisting, a mysterious long lost relative appears, making a seemingly substantial claim on the inheritance, turning the investigation into a race against time to solve the mystery and shed light on more than one suspicious death. 

Inspector Charles Bainbridge is the official officer in charge of the investigation, but he has his hands full with a case of “iron men” running amok in London; unstoppable metal automatons conducting violent jewellery robberies. He works tirelessly with Holmes and Watson to solve both cases before the danger turns on the three heroes themselves.

George Mann is a fantastic storyteller. I had the pleasure of reviewing The Executioner’s Heart from the Newbury & Hobbes universe, which is just as gripping. There’s no preamble, we are plunged straight into the mystery from the start and drawn into to a complex web of betrayals and deception. I was absolutely hooked from the first chapter. 

Doctor Watson is the main narrator here, with some additional account scattered throughout from some of the other main players. Sherlock Holmes is every bit the eccentric, brilliant minded, wily detective you would expect him to be, and Watson is a loyal and brave accomplice for Holmes’ plots and plans. 

The descriptive prose sets the scenes well and the steampunk element with the fearsome iron men is an imaginative, fitting addition to an already engaging story. Sherlock Holmes fans will not be disappointed with this exciting read. The Will of the Dead is a must read for historical crime readers as well, being intelligent and intriguing from beginning to end.

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