Hide My Eyes

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The path that a murderer takes to reach his victim is fraught with risk. So whoever killed Matt Phillipson on that rainy night in London’s theatreland must ensure that he was not spotted. When Polly Tassie, owner of a museum of curiosities, is offered a ride home in a taxi, she does not realise she is being deliberately removed from the scene. Inspector Luke and the deceptively sharp-eyed Mr Campion make a bizarre but accurate connection that leads them along a mysterious chain of clues: that the two old people huddled on a bus as the murderer went to work were not in fact witnesses, but waxworks… ‘The book’s great, gripping virtue is its Dickensian love for London, and its Dickensian gusto: they give an extra dimension to a splendid thriller.’ —Spectator