Sadly, the awful writing of this book is nearly beyond my ability to articulate. The hero of the story is a grown man who serves as a Bow Street Runner. Unfortunately he epitomizes the meaning behind TSTL because he truly is too stupid to live. If an actual man in his day and age were as ignorant as the author made this genius, he wouldn’t have survived to adulthood and most certainly wouldn’t be an investigator of any kind. For example: he had no understanding of the societal terms “come out” in reference to debutantes or “the tables” in relation to gambling. Unless he was raised by trolls he truly must have been the biggest idiot in existence. After this demonstration of spectacularly terrible authorship I eventually got myself off the floor after my laughing fit and returned the book. Trust me. Don’t even bother with this one. I suffered so that others don’t have to. You’re welcome.