The Hand of Death — Margaret Yorke

There were those who said he couldn't have done it. Not decent, gentle, ordinary George Fortescue, the typical man next door. No matter what the police thought, George Fortescue couldn't have done those terrible things - could he? But the women who'd been raped and murdered, they'd lived 'next door' as well. If Fortescue wasn't the quiet madman, who was?

As the police pursued their relentless inquiries, George Fortescue found himself accused of one of the most heinous crimes imaginable - and sucked into a nightmare from which there seemed no escape. While the real killer serenely selected his third victim. And then his fourth...