Although called @ novel of the drug traffic, Mr. J. Wilson Hogs's "Snow, Man"' (Long, London 1/8) does not disclose the ramifications of such traffic, but depicts the horrors which befall the family of the super-genius of the system. Adrian Wentworth, head of Pamphlets, Ltd., well known for his campaign against the drug traffic, is considered an honourable member of London and Oxford society. He owns beautiful homes, has a charming wife, two sons who show great [promise and a daughter growing into 'a lovely woman. To a certain group fof people, however, he is known a3 "Omega." He holds a whip over their heads, and they bend to his desire to amass wealth and more wealth by importing' narcotics into England for the use of the weak-
Wentworth's wife knows of his extra business, but loves him, so remains with him. When his sons Jare informed of the source of income, tone condones it, the other breaks Jaway and attempts to fashion a life Jof his own. Meanwhile the daughter has an unfortunate love affair, terminating in her becoming a drug ad-Giet, descending lower and lower, until she causes the death of a loiterer on the Embankment, jumps into the stream, and dies from the effects of the shock. Meanwhile a crusader has been able to expose Wentworth the entire family is disgraced, except for the emancipated son, while the father prepares. to start a new life, still firm in the be-Wet that the strong man who runs ahead of the pack will win, his one regret that his body will some day rot in hell. A dramatic tale, and interest~ ing, reading if the reader is not too Ghastliness contrasted with the highest conception of human love and kindliness, in grief and pathetic faith, much is the Impression conveyed by this wretched story, "The Yellow Strangler," by Mr. ' Colin Robertson, (Ward Lock, London. 3/6). The plot is in many ways original and the excitement and tension is sustained throughout the book, which, apart from many {imperfections and its unpolished style lof "writing, makes good reading for {those who like to be twisted up in the contemplation of the grotesai and horrible in human nature.
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