It all started with a ridiculous incident: a suitcase suddenly fell from the sky...London, 1890-1891. The Metropolitan Police asked Jamie and me to write a report on the recent events in the David Brighton case and not forget to mention how we are a self-confident student and an absent-minded mechanic - they were able to solve this case. But since Jamie categorically refuses to write about the shocks that we experienced, I take the initiative into my own hands - Eliza Hammilton, Animant Crumb's friend, a resilient debutante detective, with excellent instincts and a brave heart. A lady who kills men with just one look. I hope that my father never reads these notes. After all, the trials that befell me are unimaginable. In any case, as punishment for my immorality, I am ready to rewrite twenty pages of Newman's sermons... Well, at least it was worth it!