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A darkness has descended on the seaside town of Withensea, and in response to an appeal for help from the Reverend Fitzwinkle, Crust sets out to discover the truth about the lupine entity which stalks the churchyard. Is it a werewolf, or is there an even greater evil at work?

London, the 1880s. Fear stalks the streets of the East End in the form of Jack the Ripper, the slums are suffering an epidemic of crime and depravity, and the population is a seething mass of undesirables and ne’er-do-wells. Many in the capital know of the legendary detective, Sherlock Homes, but not as well known is that further up the staircase from his abode is 221C, home to another notable mind in the world of sleuthery.

Offensive, obstinate, devious and depraved, Crust brings an unparalleled cynicism to the world of paranormal investigations, aided by the fact he believes in nothing which doesn’t come in a pint bottle. With the true values of a Victorian gentleman, he sets out to do the thing he loves most: making easy money!

When Crust is on the case, no one is safe!

“Set in Victorian London, Crust, a gentleman with a love of the juice, will do pretty much anything for a few bob, including paranormal investigations. Follow Crust on the case and laugh your arse off in the process.”