What if the dead could accuse the living—not with words, but with a face?
When a man is found dead in a service corridor behind the exhibition hall, the gallery’s desperate proprietor summons Sherlock Holmes. What the great detective uncovers is not a ghost story but something far more unsettling: a web of decade-old murder, financial conspiracy, and one woman’s extraordinary act of patience—a widow who spent three years learning the sculptor’s craft so she could rebuild her husband’s face from memory and mount it on a public plinth for his killers to see.
A case like no other—where the evidence is sculpted in wax, justice wears a veil, and the riddle that only Holmes can solve may leave even him uncertain of the answer.
