The crime appeared as easily solved as it was wicked. A Grub Street printer,his family, and two apprentices brutally murdered in their sleep. A locked building. And atthe scene, a raving mad poet brandishing a bloody axe. Surely the culprit had been found,and justice would be swift and severe. But to Sir John Fielding, justice was more than finding a culprit -- it was finding thetruth. Aided by thirteen-year-old Jeremy Proctor, Fielding decided to investigate further.And the truth behind the apparently solved Grub Street massacre was more evil -- andmore deadly -- than the dastardly crime itself . . .