In July 1913, a parcel arrived at 88 Hatton Garden with every seal intact. Inside, where sixty-one of the finest pearls in the world should have been, sat eleven lumps of sugar. Today, we get to meet the REAL Alfred Ward.

*start with part 1* if you haven't

Ward returns to the Yard before the city wakes. No sergeant. No backup. Just a locked room, a young man who hasn't slept, and a five-year-old confession finally ready to come out.

*Start with part 1 *

The body on the viaduct. The note in the cab. The box won't stop ticking. Ward is being led somewhere and so are you. Part 2 of 3.

"Detective Inspector Alfred Ward arrives at a dead man's workshop and finds it still running. This is where the Engineer's story begins and where mine does too. Fiction, but in service of something real. Part 1 of 3."

Oh, the good old Pinchin Street torso case. not quite publicized as much as I thought it should have. This is a good one and definitely a favorite of mine.