From the opening chapter it seizes the reader's attention, and this grip isn't released until the last word is said. It is--above all else--a remarkably human story.
s own past that he peered now into this room, whose inmates were only passing the hours between the evening meal and bedtime. That people could sit tranquilly reading books or playing games filled him with a kind of wonder.
When he considered it safe he slipped along to what he hoped would prove a better point of view, but, finding it no more advantageous, he darted to still another. The light lured him as it might lure an insect of the night, till presently he stood on the very steps of the terrace. He knew the danger of his situation, but he could not bring himself to turn and steal away till he had fixed the picture of that cheerful interior firmly on his memory. The risk was great, but the glimpse of life was worth it.
With powers of observation quickened by his plight, he noted that the home was just such a one as that from which he had sprung--one where old engravings hung on the walls, while books filled the shelves, and papers and periodicals strewed the tables. The furnishings spoke of comfort
An overall okay book. The characters were hard to believe sometimes...the solving of the mystery was kinda a side point and lame ending.