M. J. Trow, Author and Lecturer
M. J. Trow, Author and Lecturer

The Lestrade Series



The following are chronological in the life of the World's Second Greatest Detective, not as published.

These are all now available as ebooks from the fabulous Thistle - order them on Amazon. There is also a paperback option. Also, many are available, read by Mei, from Soundings. They are labelled with an asterisk.


*Lestrade and the Sawdust Ring:

It is 1879. Disraeli is at No 10. The Zulu are being perfectly beastly to Lord Chelmsford. And Captain Boycott is having his old trouble again. What has all this to do with the young Detective Sergeant Sholto Lestrade?

Absolutely nothing!

Or has it?


*Lestrade and the Sign of Nine:

1886. It was a puzzle that had faced Scotland Yard from its very beginning - whose was the limbless body found among the foundations? And in the murderous world of Sholto Lestrade, one question is invariably followed by another - what do a lecherous rector, a devious speculator and a plagiaristic novelist have in common?

Answer - they're all dead!


*Lestrade and the Ripper:

As the Whitechapel murders increase in number in 1888, so do those at Rhadegund Hall. What is the connection between them all? As if the answer to that weren't confusing enough, Lestrade is hampered by the parallel investigations of that great detective. Sherlock Holmes.


*The Adventures of Inspector Lestrade:

The case that opened in 1891 is merely the beginning of a series of killings so bizarre and apparently so random that only a warped genius - and a master of disguise - could be responsible.

'Oh, children, see! The Tailor's come,

And caught out little Suck-a-thumb!

Snip! Snap! Snip! They go so fast,

That both his thumbs are off at last.'



Old men should die quietly in their sleep, expecially those who have already served their Queen and country in the Charge of the Light Brigade. But things don't happen quite like that. A number of them are meeting sticky ends forty years on and there is only one man in England who can stop it - when can his glory fade?


*Lestrade and the Dead Man's Hand:

The London Underground Railway in 1895 was described as 'dark and deadly and halfway to Hell'. Corpses at Liverpool Street, Cadavers at Elephant, stiffs at Stockwell. There is a maniac at large who is neither 'minding the gap' nor 'minding the doors'.


*Lestrade and the Guardian Angel:

Lestrade was in his forty third year and knee deep in murder. From a bludgeoning at Shadwell Stair to a drowning in Wookey Hole to a cadaveric spasm on picket duty with the cavalry, the body count is rising. And Lestrade? Nobody mention bicycles or balloons!


*Lestrade and the Hallowed House:

The Great Queen was dead. All the years of tribulation - and the trials - over at last. The century had barely begun before the great heart had given up the ghost.

So much for Oscar Wilde!

Bombs in Westminster - Fenians? Suffragettes? What about the ghost of Sherlock Holmes?


*Lestrade and the Gift of the Prince:

Lestrade had never smelt the tangle o' the Isles before this case in 1903, but coming from Scotland Yard is no help at all to a Sassenach in trews. Threatened by ghoulies, ghosties and wee sleekit beasties, Lestrade is bound to hear things go bump in the night.


Lestrade and the Mirror of Murder:

Captain Orange, victim of a traffic accident. Janet Calthrop, slipped on the stairs. Juan Tomas de Jesus Lopez fell off the cliffs at Beachy Head. Do you believe all that?

Lestrade didn't, back in 1906. Especially since they all had broken mirrors in their pockets.


Lestrade and the Deadly Game:

The Greeks had a word for it. It was a short one and it translated rather well into Anglo Saxon. Somebody had pinched their Games.

London played host to an army of athletes from the Empire, Europe and the United States in that year of 1908 and the sun shone on the White City. It also shone on a series of grisly murders that were anything but a game.


Lestrade and the Leviathan:

Lestrade's men promised him a quiet one, that year of 1910, but it was not to be. Partially because Peter the Painter was on the prowl, Belle Crippen had gone missing, Frederick Seddon was letting out his top flat to elderly spinsters and new bride Sarah Rose was wandering the National Gallery, waiting for her darling hubby George Joseph Smith.

Who knew?


Lestrade and the Brother of Death:

Everyone has heard of the fate that befell the passengers on the Titanic, but the first victim was Sholto Lestrade, who went overboard in Southampton Water. It gave him time to recuperate but he also had time to receive strange letters with incomprehensible rhymes. They all have to do with his past, and they all have to do with murder!


Lestrade and the Devil's Own:

'Sholto Joseph Lestrade, I am arresting you on suspicion of the murder of Mrs Millicent Millichip on January 13 last in the City of Westminster.'

Lestrade had never been arrested before nor had he faced the drop, but when a woman died in his arms in the middle of a London pea souper, the Fates were stacked against him.

What bothered him most was that that nice new hangman in 1913, John Ellis, wasn't very good at his job ...


Lestrade and the Magpie:

England in 1920 is a land fit for heroes but one of them was found dead in a dingy London hotel three years after official records marked his death. When a succession of foreigners are murdered with the same telltale weapon, has World War II started already?

Can it be Hunnish practices? Or the Red Peril? Perhaps the Black and Tans. For Lestrade the writing is on the wall and the writing says 'MI5'.


Lestrade and the Kiss of Horus:

Chief Superintendent Sholto Lestrade should have been enjoying his retirement, but instead found himself flying out to the Valley of the Kings to solve a series of ghastly murders and a riddle as impenetrable as that of the Sphinx.

Will the funny old Gizeh survive to warn everyone of the Curse of the Pharoahs?