Durham, (Hodder & Stoughton), The name of writers of detec+ tive stories is legion, and most of us must confess that we haved obtained great. pleasure from some them. Mr, Durham, his pub ushers announce, is new to their hist. They are to be congratulate ed on having acquired a writer off easy style, who can maintain the reader's interest' without calling! jor any great intellectual strain. "The Woman Accused" is a pleasant book for a lazy holiday. It has none of the ponderous mystifications resorted to by some writers of this class of fiction. Io fact, the author lets as lutd at least a part of the secret atf the beginning, and, having a clue in one's hands, who would dsre to shut a book and leavd the murder mystery unsolved?
"Tue Procress or ANTHONY Renwick." By Alexandra Watson 3 (Hodder & Stoughton), It is difficult to discover in thi book exactly in what Anthony Renwick progressed, except im age; he is only a "probable starter" at the beginning and has come of legal age at the end, although hardly to years of discretion. As far as can be seen, he remains throughout an' obstinate, sullen yokel, and it is impossible to believe that he would! have proved more amenable to instruction in surroundings more congenial] than those of the Castle, to which he finds himself heir. Miss (or is it Mistress?) Wat+ son can scarcely be congratulat~- ed on this re-dressing of last century's cold meat, even spiced' as it is with modernity in thd shape of "sex" and "free love'" incidents, which have always thd air of intruders. The only character worthy of admiration is the journalist aunt.
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