Inspector Ian McFergus, formerly with the London police force, had never been satisfied with the "accident" verdict in Jacob Marley's death.
Recently retired, he now has the time to search through a cold and grimy mid-Victorian London in search of the truth.First, he must establish that the death was no accident. Then, starting with Ebenezer Scrooge, he checks out suspects.
Marley was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it: and Scrooge's name was good upon 'Change, for anything he chose to put his hand to. Old Marley was as dead as a door-nail
Inspector Ian McFergus had not been satisfied; not in the least satisfied. He had inspected Marley's body u...