Until now, our hero, Sassure, has been able to maintain a slim shadow of doubt that Hugh Hurlingthon is a man who has tried without success to die a thousand deaths, but slowly that veneer of doubt has begun to flake, and perhaps Sassure is truly ready to help Lord Hurlingthon find his way into "thou detestable maw."
Now that Sassure is more or less on board with the investigation, the question shifts from "Will he investigate?" to "How will he investigate?" How does one determine the cause of life when one is normally charged with discovering the cause of death? And why exactly is this client so loathe to shuffle off this mortal coil?
Our intrepid investigator, Sassure, continues his quest to determine the veracity of Lord Hurlingthon's claims to be 213 years of age and to have been cursed with apparent immortality. Will he aid this Lord in achieving his consummation devoutly wished?
Sometimes death fails to come, and when one has exhausted all of the normal channels: suicide attempts, hit-men, mystics, there's nothing left but to bring in the last resort -- a private eye with a reputation for tenacity.