THE WHITECHAPEL CONSPIRACY is “a beauty, brilliantly presented, ingeniously developed and packed with political implications that reverberate on every level of British society.” – The New York Times Book Review In 1892, the grisly murders of Whitechapel prostitutes by a killer dubbed Jack the Ripper remain a terrifying enigma. And in a packed Old Bailey courtroom, Superintendent Thomas Pitt’s testimony causes distinguished soldier John Adinett to be sentenced to hang for the inexplicable murder of a friend. Instead of being praised for his key testimony, Pitt is removed from his station command and transferred to Whitechapel, one of the East End’s most dangerous slums. There he must work undercover investigating alleged anarchist plots. Among his few allies are his clever wife, Charlotte, and intrepid Gracie, the maid who can travel unremarked in Whitechapel. But none of them anticipate the horrors to be revealed. . . . “ONE OF HER BEST MYSTERIES EVER . . . You can’t put this book down. . . . Each scene, each encounter takes on a many-layered resonance.” – The Providence Sunday Journal “A POWERHOUSE OF A HISTORY-MYSTERY . . . Reading Perry is a bit like reading Thackeray edited by Elmore Leonard.” –Booklist (starred review) “A CHILLING WALK THROUGH HISTORY . . .If ever there was a place that could fuel a revolution, it was the streets around Whitechapel. And it is this threatening, despairing atmosphere that Perry captures so vividly in her historical thriller.” – The Orlando Sentinel “A juicy mystery . . . The Whitechapel Conspiracy recalls the edginess and romantic spark between Charlotte and Thomas that made the series so appealing to begin with. . . . The novel’s ending is exciting and satisfying.” – The Boston Globe ITECHAPEL CONSPIRACY is a beauty, brilliantly presented, ingeniously developed and packed with political implications that reverberate on every level of British society. The New York Times Book Review In 1892, the grisly murders of Whitechapel prostitutes by a killer dubbed Jack the Ripper remain a terrifying enigma. And in a packed Old Bailey courtroom, Superintendent Thomas Pitt s testimony causes distinguished soldier John Adinett to be sentenced to hang for the inexplicable murder of a friend. Instead of being praised for his key testimony, Pitt is removed from his station command and transferred to Whitechapel, one of the East End s most dangerous slums. There he must work undercover investigating alleged anarchist plots. Among his few allies are his clever wife, Charlotte, and intrepid Gracie, the maid who can travel unremarked in Whitechapel. But none of them anticipate the horrors to be revealed. . . . & “A CHILLING WALK THROUGH HISTORY . . .If ever there was a place that could fuel a revolution, it was the streets around Whitechapel. And it is this threatening, despairing atmosphere that Perry captures so vividly in her historical thriller.” – The Orlando Sentinel “A juicy mystery . . . The Whitechapel Conspiracy recalls the edginess and romantic spark between Charlotte and Thomas that made the series so appealing to begin with. . . . The novel’s ending is exciting and satisfying.” – The Boston Globe Among Anne Perry ’s other novels featuring Thomas and Charlotte Pitt are Southampton Row , Half Moon Street , Bedford Square , Brunswick Gardens , Ashworth Hall , and Traitors Gate . She also writes the popular novels featuring Victorian private investigator William Monk–among them Funeral in Blue , Slaves of Obsession , The Twisted Root , A Breach of Promise , and The Silent Cry . “Her grasp of Victorian character and conscience still astonishes,” said the Cleveland Plain Dealer . Hundreds of thousands of readers in Europe and America agree. Anne Perry lives in Scotland. Visit the author on her Web site at www.anneperry.net The courtroom at the Old Bailey was crowded. Every seat was taken and the ushers were turning people back at the doors. It was April 18, 1892, the Monday after Easter, and the opening of the London Season. It was also the third day in the trial of distinguished soldier John Adinett for the murder of Martin Fetters, traveler and antiquarian. The witness on the stand was Thomas Pitt, superintendent of the Bow Street police station. From the floor of the court Ardal Juster for the prosecution stood facing him. "Let us start at the beginning, Mr. Pitt." Juster was a dark man of perhaps forty, tall and slender with an unusual cast of feature. He was handsome in some lights, in others a trifle feline, and there was an unusual grace in the way he moved. He looked up at the stand. "Just why were you at Great Coram Street? Who called you?" Pitt straightened up a little. He was also a good height, but he resembled Juster in no other way. His hair was too long, his pockets bulged, and his tie was crooked. He had testified in court since his days as a constable twenty years before, but it was never an experience he enjoyed. H