In the modern day, brother Regie is having a problem keeping
his girlfriend out of the clutches of a wealthy pulp newspaper owner and Nigel is
advising on a case in which a London black cab driver is accused of murdering two
American tourists. Regie takes the case to court and manages to clear the
driver, but things get more dicey when that driver is murdered and Regie is
accused of killing him. Nigel does manage to get Regie out of the pokey and now
all that needs to be done is to figure out whether the real killer is another
frustrated black cab driver or the inventor of a GPS system that could put
London’s venerable black cabs out of business by eliminating the need to pass the
so-called “knowledge” in order to qualify as a driver.
Meanwhile, letters to Sherlock Holmes keep piling up at the law
office. Most are ignored until one until one arrives signed by someone called
“Moriarity” who claims to be a descendent of Sherlock’s old nemesis Dr. James Moriarity.
The letter also seems to reveal things about the Black Cab murders that have
not been known before.
The plot is clever and moves briskly. There is a good deal of sly humor along with
information on the world of London taxi drivers and the British trash press. There
is also some mild sexual language, although in the end, Nigel’s girlfriend,
Laura, turns out to be more than a pretty face with a great figure.
I reported on the 2nd
book in the series a while ago--titled The Baker Street Jurors, and I
enjoyed it enough that I searched out its predecessor. There is a 3rd book in the series
and I may see if I can find it in the next month or so.
I give this one a nice 3.5 out of 5. (i.e., never going to
compete for the Nobel Prize, but a good read within its genre.)
