This one hits Dartmoor running from a prison road gang and doesn't let up. No-one minded absurd coincidences a hundred years ago and there are a fair few in this one, but the yarn more than makes up for that with pace, momentum and humour. His descriptions of London as well as a brief description of the train journey from Fenchurch Street to Tilbury are very evocative and there are some quite ingenious ploys played by our hero when he's on the trail of the villains: keeping an eye on one from an angled mirror behind the bar in a West End pub and sending helpful notes in top end grills. The hero gives a bit of new fangled dynamite to a boy scout for use in a firework as a reward for his assistance at one point, which just shows you that our forefathers were not so keen on maintaining such strict health and safety regulations back in the day.
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