I am Miss Georgina Ferrars, of Gresham’s Yard, London. I am. I swear that I am. And I shall prove it.

A young woman wakes in a strange bed.A sickly light filters through a metal grille.Doctor Maynard Straker steps into the room, and speaks.‘Have no fear, Miss Ashton. I am entirely at your service.'This, however, is not her name. And she should not be here - in the Asylum.She is Miss Georgina Ferrars, and she can prove it.But when Dr Straker sends a telegram to her uncle in London, the reply is swift-GEORGINA FERRARS HERE STOPYOUR PATIENT MUST BE IMPOSTER STOPMadness? Mistaken identity? Or are there more malevolent forces at work?