The Whitechapel Conspiracy (Thomas and Charlotte Pitt Series #21)

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In 1892, the grisly murders of Whitechapel prostitutes four years earlier 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 ...

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Overview

In 1892, the grisly murders of Whitechapel prostitutes four years earlier 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.
 

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The Whitechapel Conspiracy is bestselling author Anne Perry's 21st novel featuring the beloved husband-and-wife team Thomas and Charlotte Pitt. Fans of Victorian England will find Perry in top form as she richly details the period and populates it with wholly believable characters. Here her concerns are wonderfully balanced between showing the vast differences in social classes and plotting an involving mystery that explodes into full-blown political conspiracy.

In 1892, Thomas Pitt, superintendent of the Bow Street police station, is caught up in the trial of John Adinet, a soldier who has allegedly murdered a close friend, antiquarian Martin Fetters. Although no motive can be established and the evidence is entirely circumstantial, Pitt’s testimony is a strong indictment, and Adinet is found guilty and sentenced to be executed in three weeks. Shortly thereafter, Pitt finds that he has made powerful enemies in London’s high society. He is discharged from his command and sent to the slums of the East End on an undercover assignment to seek out anarchists who may not even exist.

Adinet was a member of an “Inner Circle” made up of prominent men dedicated to their own gains. Soon they use all their influence to wreak vengeance on Pitt, separating him from his wife, Charlotte, who decides that she will take matters into her own hands until Pitt’s reputation is restored. Following their own investigations, Thomas and Charlotte delve into the secrets and lies behind Whitechapel’s recent Ripper case, where several murders might be connected to the Prince of Wales himself.

Perry's protagonists and villains are all credible in their own fashion, and they are often placed in situations that are exciting and outrageous while still remaining plausible. Perry’s unique outlook on the Ripper case and its effect on English society is an intriguing one, especially since it is only one engaging subplot among many. Each thread of the story works to the advantage of the greater whole as the separate investigations lead into a head-on collision marked by violence and mayhem. Perry’s stylish delivery adds new texture to the Victorian scenery, and as the past comes alive in this fast-paced thriller, the reader should be ready for a genuinely diverting and entertaining experience. The Whitechapel Conspiracy is a must-read, don't-miss extravaganza that mystery fans will be talking about for quite a while to come.

--Tom Piccirilli

Tom Piccirilli is the author of eight novels, including Hexes and Shards, and his Felicity Grove mystery series, consisting of The Dead Past and Sorrow's Crown. He has sold more than 100 stories to the anthologies Future Crimes, Bad News, The Conspiracy Files, and Best of the American West II. An omnibus collection of 40 stories titled Deep into That Darkness Peering is also available. Tom divides his time between New York City and Estes Park, Colorado.

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"An Anne Perry novel is a delight to read as much for its Victorian-era details as for the mystery it unfolds."
Toby Bromberg
Anne Perry, queen of the historical mystery, has outdone herself with The Whitechapel Conspiracy. The suspense and tension mount as the Pitts fight to save themselves and English life as they know it. As always, the characters are unforgettable and the plotting superb in this thrilling read.
Romantic Times
Marilyn Stasio
Every now and again in one of her Victorian mysteries, Anne Perry will make some oblique reference to the Jack the Ripper killings of 1888. But only now, in The Whitechapel Conspiracy, does she offer her own interpretation of that still-unsolved mystery, and it's a beauty, brilliantly presented, ingeniously developed and packed with political implications that reverberate on every level of British society.
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Chicago Tribune
An Anne Perry novel is a delight to read as much for its Victorian-era details as for the mystery it unfolds.
From The Critics
In 1888 London, five women died brutally at the hands of Jack the Ripper in the neighborhood known as Whitechapel. The action of this convincing historical mystery opens four years later, at the trial of an aristocrat, John Adinett, for the murder of his friend and social equal, Martin Fetters. The evidence hangs squarely on the testimony of police superintendent Thomas Pitt, protagonist of more than a dozen of Perry's books. As soon as the guilty verdict is handed down, the repercussions begin: Adinett's powerful behind-the-scenes friends arrange to have Pitt relieved of his duties as superintendent, removed from his family and sent to live in London's terrifying Spitalfields neighborhood, ostensibly to investigate the activities of anarchist groups. Separated from her beloved, Pitt's wife, Charlotte, is determined to discover the motive for Adinett's shocking behavior in order to clear her husband's name. The family housekeeper, Gracie, devastated by her employer's disgrace, enlists the help of a smitten police sergeant to help her uncover Adinett's whereabouts the week preceding the murder. Perry weaves together these different points of view to uncover essentially two conspiracies: one to overthrow the throne of England, and one to keep it in power. While it may be difficult for contemporary readers to grasp the political motives driving Perry's characters, the personalities are interesting enough and the stakes substantially high enough to keep the pages turning until the end.
—Jennifer Braunschweiger

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
In her 21st novel featuring Thomas and Charlotte Pitt, Edgar Award-winner Perry pulls out the stops and delivers one of the finest performances of her career. Four years after the Ripper terrorized London, Thomas's testimony in a murder case is enough to convince a jury to convict distinguished soldier John Adinett of the murder of his friend, Martin Fetters, despite Adinett's having no clear motive for the killing. Upon conclusion of the case, Thomas finds himself removed from command of the Bow Street Station and sent to work undercover for the Special Branch in the East End. Somehow, unknowingly, he has offended the powerful members of the sinister Inner Circle, and his banishment to the slums puts him in the middle of alleged anarchist plots and dangerous conspiracies. His only allies are his wife, Charlotte, their servant girl, Gracie, and his subordinate officer, Tellman. As a team, they dig into the puzzle behind the Adinett-Fetters murder, believing that, if they can understand why the murder occurred, they can restore Pitt to his job. What none of them realize, however, is that the murder is only a small part of a terrifying conspiracy, one that threatens the very fabric of English society. That the conspiracy itself is so plausible is a testament to Perry's knowledge of her period. This is a mesmerizing and suspenseful tale, rich in period detail, rife with articulate and believable characters. (Feb. 1) Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
Superintendent Thomas Pitt of the Bow Street Police Station is relieved of duty for testifying against a member of a sinister group plotting to turn England upside down. Pitt is assigned to a terrible section of London, full of poverty, anarchy, and fear of Jack the Ripper. His lovely wife, Charlotte; Gracie the maid; and Gracie's sergeant gentleman friend gather information from ladies in drawing rooms and denizens of slums, trying to find out what's going on. Every thread leads to another shocking part of a vast political conspiracy reaching Queen Victoria's family especially the Prince of Wales. In earlier books, Perry has mentioned the Ripper murders as part of the background, but in this story, she weaves in her interpretation of the vicious and still unsolved murders as one of several subplots. Beautiful aristocrat Lady Vespasia encounters the great love of her life from many years ago to add a touch of romance among the mysteries and horrors. This is one of Perry's most intricate and satisfying Victorian novels about Thomas and Charlotte Pitt. Actor David McCallum's vocal characterizations are as great here as in the several other audio productions of the author's works. For all historical fiction and mystery collections. Barbara Valle, El Paso P.L., TX Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
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David McCallum narrates Whitechapel Conspiracy, a fine thriller set in 1892 and telling of a soldier sentenced to hang for the mysterious murder of his friend. His trial and its impact will change the life of a key witness in the case, and the plots which surround it. McCallum's voice adds just the right degree of tension and high drama.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780345523648
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 9/28/2010
  • Series: Thomas and Charlotte Pitt Series, #21
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 290,243
  • Product dimensions: 6.96 (w) x 11.28 (h) x 0.73 (d)

Meet the Author

Anne Perry

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

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    1. Also Known As:
      Juliet Hulme
    2. Hometown:
      Portmahomack, Ross-shire, U.K
    1. Date of Birth:
      October 28, 1938
    2. Place of Birth:
      Blackheath, London England

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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. He was conscious that at the very least a man's reputation was at stake, possibly his liberty. In this case it was his life. He was not afraid to meet Adinett's cold, level stare from the dock. He would speak only the truth. The consequences were not within his control. He had told himself that before he climbed the short flight of steps to the stand, but it had been of no comfort.

The silence had grown heavy. There was no rustling in the seats. No one coughed.

"Dr. Ibbs sent for me," he replied to Juster. "He was not satisfied with all the circumstances surrounding Mr. Fetters's death. He had worked with me before on other matters, and he trusted me to be discreet should he be mistaken."

"I see. Would you tell us what happened after you received Dr. Ibbs's call?"

John Adinett sat motionless in the dock. He was a lean man, but strongly built, and his face was stamped with the confidence of both ability and privilege. The courtroom held men who both liked and admired him. They sat in stunned disbelief that he should be charged with such a crime. It had to be a mistake. Any moment the defense would move for a dismissal and the profoundest apologies would be offered.

Pitt took a deep breath.

"I went immediately to Mr. Fetters's house in Great Coram Street," he began. "It was just after five in the afternoon.
Dr. Ibbs was waiting for me in the hall and we went upstairs to the library, where the body of Mr. Fetters had been found." As he spoke the scene came back to his mind so sharply he could have been climbing the sunlit stairs again and walking along the landing with its huge Chinese pot full of decorative bamboo, past the paintings of birds and flowers, the four ornate wooden doors with carved surrounds, and into the library. The late-afternoon light had poured in through the tall windows, splashing the Turkey rug with scarlet, picking out the gold lettering on the backs of the books that lined the shelves, and finding the worn surfaces of the big leather chairs.

Juster was about to prompt him again.

"The body of a man was lying in the far corner," Pitt continued. "From the doorway his head and shoulders were hidden by one of the large leather armchairs, although Dr. Ibbs told me it had been moved a little to enable the butler to reach the body in the hope that some assistance could be given--"

Reginald Gleave for the defense rose to his feet. "My lord, surely Mr. Pitt knows better than to give evidence as to something he cannot know for himself? Did he see the chair moved?"

The judge looked weary. This was going to be a fiercely contested trial, as he was already uncomfortably aware. No point, however trivial, was going to be allowed past.

Pitt felt himself flushing with annoyance. He did know better. He should have been more careful. He had sworn to himself he would make no mistake whatever, and already he had done so. He was nervous. His hands were clammy. Juster had said it all depended upon him. They could not rely absolutely on anyone else.

The judge looked at Pitt.

"In order, Superintendent, even if it seems less clear to the jury."

"Yes, my lord." Pitt heard the tightness in his own voice. He knew it was tension but it sounded like anger. He cast his mind back to that vivid room. "The top shelf of books was well above arm's reach, and there was a small set of steps on wheels for the purpose of making access possible. It lay on its side about a yard away from the body's feet, and there were three books on the floor, one flat and closed, the other two open, facedown and several pages bent." He could see it as he spoke. "There was a corresponding space on the top shelf."

"Did you draw any conclusions from these things which caused you to investigate further?" Juster asked innocently.

"It seemed Mr. Fetters had been reaching for a book and had overbalanced and fallen," Pitt replied. "Dr. Ibbs had told me that there was a bruise on the side of his head, and his neck was broken, which had caused his death."

"Precisely so. That is what he has testified," Juster agreed. "Was it consistent with what you saw?"

"At first I thought so. . . ."

There was a sudden stirring of attention around the room, and something that already felt like hostility.

"Then, on looking more closely, I saw several small discrepancies that caused me to doubt, and investigate further," Pitt finished.

Juster raised his black eyebrows. "What were they? Please detail them for us so we understand your conclusions, Mr. Pitt."

It was a warning. The entire case rested upon these details, all circumstantial. The weeks of investigation had uncovered no motive whatsoever for why Adinett should have wished harm to Martin Fetters. They had been close friends who seemed to have been similar in both background and beliefs. They were both wealthy, widely traveled, and interested in social reform. They had a wide circle of friends in common and were equally respected by all who knew them.

Pitt had rehearsed this in his mind many times, not for the benefit of the court, but for himself. He had examined every detail minutely before he had even considered pursuing the charge.

"The first thing was the books on the floor." He remembered stooping and picking them up, angry that they had been damaged, seeing the bruised leather and the bent pages. "They were all on the same subject, broadly. The first was a translation into English of Homer's Iliad, the second was a history of the Ottoman Empire, and the third was on trade routes of the Near East."

Juster affected surprise. "I don't understand why that should cause your doubt. Would you explain that for us."

"Because the rest of the books on the top shelf were fiction," Pitt answered.
"The Waverley novels of Sir Walter Scott, a large number of Dickens, and a Thackeray."

"And in your opinion the Iliad does not go with them?"

"The other books on the middle shelf were on the subjects of Ancient Greece," Pitt explained. "Particularly Troy, Mr. Schliemann's work and discourses, objects of art and historical interest, all except for three volumes of Jane Austen, which would more properly have belonged on the top shelf."

"I would have kept novels, especially Jane Austen, in a more accessible place," Juster remarked with a shrug and a tiny smile.

"Perhaps not if you had already read them," Pitt argued, too tense to smile back. "And if you were an antiquarian, with particular interest in Homeric Greece, you would not keep most of your books on that subject on the middle shelves but three of them on the top with your novels."

"No," Juster agreed. "It seems eccentric, to say the least, and unnecessarily inconvenient. When you had noticed the books, what did you do then?"

"I looked more closely at the body of Mr. Fetters and I asked the butler, who was the one who found him, to tell me exactly what had happened." Pitt glanced at the judge to see if he would be permitted to repeat it.

The judge nodded.

Reginald Gleave sat tight-lipped, his shoulders hunched, waiting.

"Proceed, if it is relevant," the judge directed.

"He told me that Mr. Adinett had left through the front door and been gone about ten minutes or so when the bell rang from the library and he went to answer it," Pitt recounted. "As he approached the door he heard a cry and a thud, and on opening it in some alarm, he saw Mr. Fetters's ankles and feet protruding from behind the large leather chair in the corner. He went to him immediately to see if he was hurt. I asked him if he had moved the body at all. He said he had not, but in order to reach it he had moved the chair slightly."

People began to shift restlessly. This all seemed very unimportant. None of it suggested passion or violence, still less murder.

Adinett was staring steadily at Pitt, his brows drawn together, his lips slightly pursed.

Juster hesitated. He knew he was losing the jury. It was in his face. This was about facts, but far more than that it was about belief.

"Slightly, Mr. Pitt?" His voice was sharp. "What do you mean by 'slightly'?"

"He was specific," Pitt replied. "He said just as far as the edge of the rug, which was some eleven inches." He continued without waiting for Juster to ask. "Which meant it would have been at an awkward angle for the light either from the window or the gas bracket, and too close to the wall to be comfortable. It blocked off access to a considerable part of the bookshelves, where books on travel and art were kept, books the butler assured me Mr. Fetters referred to often." He was looking directly at Juster. "I concluded it was not where the chair was normally kept, and I looked at the rug to see if there were indentations from the feet. There were." He took a deep breath. "There were also faint scuff marks on the pile and when I looked again at Mr. Fetters's shoes, I found a piece of fluff caught in a crack in the heel. It seemed to have come from the rug."

This time there was a murmur from the court. Reginald Gleave's lips tightened, but it looked more like anger and resolution than fear.

Again Pitt went on without being asked. "Dr. Ibbs had told me he assumed Mr. Fetters leaned too far, overbalanced, and fell off the steps, cracking his head against the shelves on the corner. The force of the blow, with his body weight behind it, not only caused bruising severe enough for him to lose consciousness, but broke his neck, and this was the cause of his death. I considered the possibility that he had been struck a blow which had rendered him insensible, and then the room had been arranged to look as if he had fallen." There was a sharp rustling in the front row, a hiss of indrawn breath. A woman gasped.

One of the jurors frowned and leaned forward.

Pitt continued without change of expression, but he could feel the tension mounting inside him, his palms sweaty.

"Books he would be likely to read had been pulled out and dropped. The empty spaces left by them had been filled from the top shelf, to explain his use of the ladder. The chair had been pushed close to the corner, and his body placed half concealed by it."

A look of comic disbelief filled Gleave's face. He gazed at Pitt, then at Juster, and finally at the jury. As playacting it was superb. Naturally he had long known exactly what Pitt would say.

Juster shrugged. "By whom?" he asked. "Mr. Adinett had already left, and when the butler entered the room there was no one there except Mr. Fetters. Did you disbelieve the butler?"

Pitt chose his words carefully. "I believe he was telling the truth as he knew it."

Gleave rose to his feet. He was a broad man, heavy shouldered. "My lord, Superintendent Pitt's thoughts as to the butler's veracity are irrelevant and out of place. The jury has had the opportunity to hear the butler's testimony for themselves, and to judge whether he was speaking the truth or not and whether he is an honest and competent person."

Juster kept his temper with obvious difficulty. There was a high color in his cheeks. "Mr. Pitt, without telling us why, since it seems to annoy my honorable friend so much, will you please tell us what you did after forming this unusual theory of yours?"

"I looked around the room to see if there was anything else that might be of relevance," Pitt replied, remembering, describing exactly. "I saw a salver on the small table at the far side of the library, and a glass on it half full of port wine. I asked the butler when Mr. Adinett had left the house and he told me. I then asked him to replace the chair where it had been when he came in, and to repeat his actions as exactly as he was able to." He could see in his mind's eye the man's startled expression and his unwillingness. Very obviously he felt it to be disrespectful to the dead. But he had obeyed, self-
consciously, his limbs stiff, movement jerking, his face set in determined control of the emotions which raged through him.

"I stood behind the door," Pitt resumed. "When the butler was obliged to go behind the chair in order to reach Mr. Fetters's head, I went out of the door and across the hall and in through the doorway opposite." He stopped, allowing Juster time to react.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 15, 2002

    The Mystery Behind Perry

    We are all aware that the population of people who read books is going down because of too many things to do,with new inventions and stuff.Still,I recommend you to begin reading the first five pages of this book.I assure you that you will get really hooked not because it's fast-paced,but because it is fully-detailed.Every word is important in order to follow and understand what is happening.Now that is what I call real mystery with a mixture of reality.

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  • Posted March 7, 2014

    Entire series is Wonderful

    Begin at the beginning or you will find yourself going back anyway. Charlotte and Thomas are the main characters,but you find yourself emotionally involved with so many others - my favorite - Aunt Vespasia!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 24, 2001

    Another must-read by Anne Perry

    Once again Anne Perry has constructed a tightly plotted period piece rich with detail and unexpected twists. Although a regular reader will miss familiar characters such as Emily (who barely appears), the author's use of Gracie and Tellman (Pitt's lieutenant) to further the plot. On the audiotape, the skillful narration by David McCallum adds to the authenticity. Most enjoyable.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    Exciting historical mystery

    Superintendent Thomas Pitt of the Bow Street police station testifies against John Adinet, under trial for allegedly murdering antiquarian Martin Fetters. Martin and John were best friends who believed in social reform. Though no motive surfaces, circumstantial evidence and Pitt's compelling testimony swings the jury to deliver a guilty verdict. John's appeal fails leaving his execution in three weeks. <P>Meanwhile, the verdict leaves Thomas with some powerful foes since John was a member of the 'Inner Circle', a group of influential men protecting each other's interests. They know that cannot save John, but they need to release their anger while also gaining revenge for one of their members. They go after Pitt starting with obtaining a transfer for him to the East End slum looking for anarchists. This forces John to separate from his wife and children, but his spouse, peers, and friends refuse to sit back while an injustice occurs. <P>Anne Perry, known for her enthralling Victorian historical mysteries, provides her audience with an unusual take on the Ripper murders. The various subplots, each one starring a different main character, adds up to a fascinating and plausible story line. THE WHITECHAPPEL CONSPIRACY highlights the squalor of the lower classes while only a few miles away the heir apparent is hosting a party that could feed the masses for a week. Ms. Perry's fans will receive plenty of pleasure from her latest novel. <P>Harriet Klausner

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