The betrayal of reason. Mogilevich N.N.

“When a good detective is sent to the wilderness, this is equivalent to the mortal sentence” - this was exactly what Herbert Dask thought when he fell into disgrace and ended up in Voggate - a shimmer of quiet town in the backyard of New England. He did not suspect that this gloomy place would force him to believe that a person is not the only inhabitant of the fetid streets and bloods smeared with blood. Ignorance is a shield behind which Dask detective hid his whole life. Foggate will take it off.