This is something unusual—a hard-boiled detective story from a century back, based on the fairly popular literary premise of the unremitting escapee and the implacable pursuer.
Not badly written, there is neither hero nor heroine, though both protagonists are remarkable characters. The female could have been developed further, even in another volume.
(I don't give stars)
No stars, but it deserves five cans of corn.
One of the funniest things I've read in years, outclasses any Wodehouse I've come across with the exception of The Clicking of Cuthbert, and even that takes second place.
English "gentleman's man" Ruggles is lost by The Honourable George in a game of drawing poker and transported Out West to rehabilitate the dress, manners, and so forth of a rough cowboy.
This was made into a movie starring Charles Laughton in the 30s but the book is far, far superior. Worth six stars if I were to give them.
Not every reader will like this book nor agree with me that Quiller is one of the best writers around, but at his best he can't be beaten.
This is wonderfully droll and ironic, featuring an impossibly bright and mature six-year-old and a bizarre group of religious paupers.
If you have some Latin, brush it up.
(stars mean nothing)