I'm not going to post a photo of this book because I'm not going to review it. I don't think I'm going to finish it. It's a true life murder mystery, one that takes place in 1860 in England. It's very dense on testimony and facts, some of them disputed, and I don't feel like reading this type of book now. Maybe some other time.
But two things struck me. I read the beginning, then I read the Afterword and the last chapter (I never do that but I wanted to know who had committed the murder without slogging through the whole thing. I don't think it will make the book any less interesting when and if I do read the whole thing.)
What I discovered was that John Rhode (see my previous post) published a book about this murder in 1928. Isn't it odd that I just read a book by this currently fairly obscure author and here he is again?! Also, one of the suspects was a talented artist whose works I've seen and admired.
I'm always amazed by how interrelated things are.