In the south of France, leave the motorway and keep going over the fields. You'll end up seeing the Paillar bell tower. In this village where rugby is king, even the roundabouts are oval! The Paillar
They are sturdy Frenchmen, big eaters and drinkers, more physical than intellectual, more losers than winners... They like to punch it up during matches and won't, for anything in the world, miss thei
Spring, 1889. Months have passed since Whitechapel was covered in blood, and while the mystery surrounding Jack The Ripper goes cold, Inspector Frederick Abberline is still a man obsessed. But when a
