Neither Daniel Ridley nor Ernest Chillingworth turned out to be entirely… respectable. Or should we say sane. The one a speechless monomaniac, the other running a den of opium-scented sin in the guise of an artist’s collective. Our heroes gird themselves for further forays into London’s sordid underbelly and set forth for the brothels of Whitechapel.
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