duced a decanter of sherry--a wine which Miss Plinlimmon abominated--and poured her out a glassful, with the remark that it had been twice round the world; that Miss Plinlimmon supposed vaguely "the same happened to a lot of things in a seaport like Falmouth;" and that somehow this led us on to Mr. Stimcoe's delicate health, and this again to the subject of damp sheets, and this finally to Mrs. Stimcoe's suggesting that Miss Plinlimmon might perhaps like to have a look at my bedroom.
The bedroom assigned to me opened out of Mrs. Stimcoe's own. ("It will give him a sense of protection. A child feels the first few nights away from home.") Though small, it was neat, and, for a boy's wants, amply furnished; nay, it contained at least one article of supererogation, in the shape of a razor-case on the dressing-table. Mrs. Stimcoe swept this into her pocket with a turn of the hand, and explained frankly that her husband, like most scholars, was absent-minded. Here she passed two fingers slowly across her fore
Well-conceived (mostly,) well-plotted (mostly,) and well-written. Distinctive and interesting characters, and a young hero with a penchant for attracting trouble to himself and others.
A melodramatic ending left something to be desired but otherwise a fine read. Strongly recommended.
(1912) Mystery (Murder/Treasure) / Thriller (Search) / Adventure (Quest)
R: * * * *
Very good read. A poorly conceived title, and quite a few typo's in the last ~ 1/4, but a very well developed story line--interesting, and with a lot of action. I recommend this book, and enjoyed it myself.