ookeo."—By Warren is, Ltd. London, "Warren Hill rather stuck in the memory as having written something good. somewhere and eventually if recurred as the nom. ide plume. of the i Commis-joner of "Sporting Liec" who writes most entertaining racing tides, but nothing of the sort of That Which is Crooked." Indeed, avery deadly enemy of anything "which is crooked." Then, in a "casual conversation, a well-informed friend. said" that "th Warren Hill" who has written thi and several other novels of the East is one who used to be a very well-known. journalist. in, Shanghai IE that last is true, it explains great dal, for meyer as there been so precisely particular its facts. No nonsense here about white women hung in cages in the streets, of fortified page in Bubbling Well Road, pirat bands rushing the Bund, and. suchlike. Warren Hill allows himself but one liberty, when he contriv an underground den of vice hew from the solid rock below a house in the Western District. And of curse, there is not a square foot of rock for a half-mile below Shanghai and many, ally. However, let him have his rock chamber, for he writes a highly exciting chapter round and many more about places and types with hich every resident "here Truth to tell, Edgar Wallace might have written "That, Which is Crooked" and Tt is hoped Warren Hill will take that as a compliment, for it is meant to be, and at least Edgar Wallace is selling mightily the world over. It is a tale of crooks, dealing principally in drugs and Women, and not hesitating at murder, and of course, there is Beautiful half-caste girl, with a heart and. soul as black as, her complexion is pure, a man of the world whose muscles and luck work alternately to keep him from violent death, and never altogether desert him, and another girl for him to idoliz those ingredients well together and one has a story which has been told. scores of times, but which Warren Hill contrives to tell rather more entertainingly than many others have done, and, as has been indicated before, he keeps a Shanghai reader interested because Iways the hope that some-will slip up and sketch Shanghai as the Western world likes to, believe she does not do it, except for that den of iniquity in the solid rock. A good "thriller" for those who like Such works—H.K.s.
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