One of the most ingeniously conceived detective stories in some time. Each chapter holds some new and separate excitement. The pace is kept with such vigour that the reader arrives breathless at the last page.
esitated no longer. Under the circumstances few men would, as he had a definite assurance that there was nothing dishonourable to be done. A little courage, a little danger, perhaps, and he could hold up his head before the world; he could return to his desk to-morrow with the passion flowers over his head and the scent groves sweet to his nostrils. And the mater could dream happily, for there would be no sadness or sorrow in the morning.
"I will do exactly what you tell me," he said.
"Spoken like a man," the voice cried. "Nobody will know you have left the house--you can be home in an hour. You will not be missed. Come, time is getting short, and I have my risks as well as others. Go at once to Old Steine. Stand on the path close under the shadow of the statue of George IV. and wait there. Somebody will say 'Come,' and you will follow. Goodnight."
Steel would have said more, but the tinkle of his own bell told him that the stranger had rung off. He laid his cigar-case on the writing-tabl
This is a breathtaking example of an author becoming lost in the convolutions of his own plot. "Too clever by half," and too clever for his own and the reader's good.
One wonders whether all the extraneous subplots were introduced in case they would turn out to be needed, to save time or effort in the final revision process, to impress some reader, or what?
Still, an okay book.
I enjoyed this very much. It is a well-told, complicated mystery that keeps you interested until the end.