By Norman Russell
While popular archaeologist Professor Roderick Ainsworth reveals an historical Roman temple of Mithras in London's Clerkenwell, his occupation is decided to be topped with a knighthood. Thena younger analytical chemist is murdered within the temple, and situations recommend a ritural homicide. at the comparable day, a filthy rich producer is located slaughtered at Carshalton. back, facts issues to ritual sacrifice.
Has the invention of the Mithraeum revived a dormant cult of Mithras?
Set in overdue Victorian occasions, Depths of Deceit is the 6th novel that includes Detective Inspector field of Scotland backyard and Sergeant Knollys, who jointly probe into the pro lives of Roderick Ainsworth and his lethal rival, Sir Charles Wayneflete, to discover the dreadful fact concerning the Mithras murders.
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