pun Mane.xp Oriten Srontes" ran Ney Arthur Conan Doyle. Bandon sent Murray Shanghais" Kelly Wat This is a collection of four stories, all of which have already appeared Jo magazine form, "The Maracot which takes up considerably volume, is a story, even more fantastic than "The Lost World" and the Giscoveries of the famous Professor Challenger, but it is not so interesting, It is an account of an ex. edition organized by Dr. Maracot to explore the uttermost depths of the Atlantic Ocean. The expedition was a scientific one and the technicalities, largely mythical, fare supplied with that wealth of detail which always marks any of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's descriptions when dealing with impossible situations. The expedition sails for given point in the Ocean and the Doctor takes with him a Mr. Cyrus Headly and an American mechanic. They charter the steamship "Strat ford" and are lowered through the bottom of the ship to.the ocean bed in an invention of Dr: Maracct's fitted with all sorts of contraptions to enable them to carry on the exploration and observation of ocean-graphy. Their hawser gets snapped by a marine monster and they give themselves up for lost but after the most incredible adventures which include the discovery of a yace of people who existed at the Bottom of the Atlantic' and with carrying on their common round and daily task. Whether it is a pleasant surprise or the reverse de-ends upon the taste of each individual reader, but even the most voracious feeders on the strong fare which is nowadays placed befor must find perhaps at times a certain relief in descending, or rather fending, to a more delicate cuisine where the characters are neither criminal nor immoral and where rarely even a whispered "damn" is heard. There may be some, however, who might raise their hands fat even these artless pages, con-dernning them as an incentive to gambling, since they tell the story of an elderly scholar, attached to the British Museum, who unexpectedly wins the Calcutta Sweep "eland is thus ble to enjoy a sere and yellow holiday—in other words a "Windfall's Eve.
"All of us at some time or another have dreamed and planned golden schemes of what we should do if we suddenly became the possessor of excessive wealth, but I am sure that every one of us' would obtain more pleasure and enjoyment, if these dreams of ours came true, than Mr. Lucas' elderly.and pedantic hero who appears to have no ambitions and who is ever at the beck and call of a lady whom it would be a kindness to call peculiar.
Mr. Lucas writes entertainingly'
essayist but not as a nove-The story of "Windfall's Eve is merely a disconnected array of rather commonplace episodes and jeonversations which never lead to a climax or a denouement and which certainly do not contribute to our knowledge of that very interesting stady, the human a with the author of "Advisory Bon" and "Over Bemertons" and with such opportunities for situations which the winning of the Calcutta Sweep should provide, this book is, in my opinion, a disappointment, and I cannot do better than quote from another critic's first review: "Mr.
Lucas in prefacing his book with the' well known line from-The Anti-Jacobin: Story, God bless you, have none to tell, Sir!" has laid his beards on the table. The Aristotewhom they resided for some time, ihey are finally rescued, "To such Vian law of unity was never 80
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