Only those readers who are both Anglophiles (cockney division) and aficionados of the hard-boiled detective story will really revel in this offbeat treat: a mock-up of the trenchcoat-shamus genre, all of its clichâ€šs translated into London terms. Ed Nelson is the boozy, tough, narrating gumshoe--with a seedy office overlooking the hookers of Piccadilly Circus. His job: to find Sir Samford Peveril, who disappeared (along with the family jewels) right after the body of the family butler was found bloodily dead (""He looks like he got on the wrong side of Boris Karloff""). Among the suspects--Sir Sam's mistress, Prudence Pride; Sir Sam's wife and her soon-to-be-murdered lover; various London low-lifes; and, of course, the missing Sir Sam himself. The solution is wacky, the lingo is fast and ribald (including some rhyming-cockney patois), and there are more than a few laughs--but only for a very knowing, select audience.