Description: The death of Halbert Glendinning will, in my mind, always be coupled to the great battle fought at Waterloo, and the extraordinary celebration within the city of London that June of 1815. There is another odd little event that occurred at almost the same time that I mention, not by way of name-dropping, but only because it too is forever linked in memory to the Glendinning affair. I had the good fortune to meet Lord Byron, and under circumstances that you will hardly credit, for we did not meet at a salon - Bow Street Runners were not welcome at such gatherings. We met at Gentleman John Jackson's boxing club. Byron was a devotee of the manly arts, and we actually stood toe-to-toe and traded some pretty fair blows for a time. That was before the great scandal broke that drove the poet from England forever. But I am getting away from my story. I recall this meeting because it was after our contest at Jackson's that a boy came to fetch me about this fellow Glendinning. It seems he'd arrived at a nearby house in a hackney coach. All I knew about him then was that he hadn't paid his fare, and that he was dead. "[D]epicts a Regency London as grimly fascinating as Dickens's Victorian London ... The author brings his characters to life in dialogue both natural and evocative of the period, while the relationship between Morton and his servant, Wilkes, is as enjoyable as that between Margery Allingham's Campion and Lugg. ... the fictional Henry Morton shines in his debut." -Publishers Weekly

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