Publisher's blurb: Can we just take a moment to reflect on what an amazingly pulpy name Trench Johnson is? It sounds as if he should be fighting crime alongside Doc Savage or the Shadow, or getting beaten up in a rain-slick alleyway by Mike Hammer or Sam Spade. I can’t find anything on him other than the fact that he wrote this book, and was apparently an Englishman that lived during the Victorian era. There are no other titles credited to his name. We are free, then, to imagine him to be whatever manner of intrepid adventurer, hardboiled detective, or steampunk occultist we choose. It only adds more joy to the madness that is this hefty volume.