Excerpt from MURDER BY LAMPLIGHT by Patrice McDonough   Prologue A clanging jolted little Jacko from his broken sleep. Under a threadbare blanket, he curled himself against the stinging cold. Shivering, he saw the fog of his breath and felt the gnawing hunger in his stomach. During his weeks inside the walls, the boy had learned that a workhouse child was an empty belly with hollow eyes and darting hands ready to grab any unguarded crust. The pinch of hunger made thieves of them all. Tired and weak, he had to get up if he wanted to eat. And he’d better be quick, or he’d feel the crack of Matron’s hand and would face a day with nothing until dinner. But when he heard the keys jangle and saw the sliver of light at the bottom of the door, he froze on his cot. Barely breathing, he listened until the lamp moved on and a key scraped at another door. Relief flooded. Then he buried his face and sobbed. “Jillie.”     Chapter One November 1866 Julia Lewis edged her way through the gawping crowd. Then a young policeman blocked her way when she finally broke through. “Sorry, miss.” The…