If Dickens were alive he would have written this book. Set in London in the l860's against the backdrop of the changing face of London, the beginnings of the London we know today. Railways forcing their way to the suburbs, new roads sweeping away the mediaeval heart of the city, bridges across the Thames. All is upheaval and innovation. My friend dies in a fire. I know it is no accident. At least I think I know. Past events affect my judgement - tragedy stalks me. I have carried feelings of guilt every day since childhood. I failed him - I should have listened to his cry for help. He had discovered the secret of a high-born family, and they had silenced him. Where there are secrets there follows extortion, murder, and retribution. Who is Charlie? And who killed the rabbit? As I piece together the mystery, I finally come to terms with my past and can look to the future.