Leon Garfield is my friend*.
He writes creepy kids books.
Like this one. Which starts with a hanging. Continues with the resurrection of the dead. Involves midgets. Madmen. Robbery. Murder. Moonlight. Poor Bartholemew Dorking, apprentice draper, never has a chance - of returning to his normal life, that is. Not with the immense and murderous Black Jack, seven feet tall, lurking in the shadows.
Very, very good fun.
*In a strictly imaginary sense.