Scotland Yard is back once more. The creator of this very human police officer, Mr. Cecil Freeman Gregg, appears to develop his skill and ingenuity with each new book, and his latest, "Who Dialled 999?" (Methuen, London. 7/6) is not wantible progress ing the puzzle he has in hand.
His investigations lead him a long way from the selectness of Wembley, and "Bill's Club," a hide-out for the tougher elements that seem, in th novels, to infest the metropolis, fur-rushes the scene of a most hair-raising experience for old Higgy. In this unhealthy resort the up the so necessary clu him to the final action-packed. showdown with the miscreants, and although he, with his squad, has a pretty thin time of it when first int ingenuity finally force the toughs to realize that all their battling is not of Worth the candle, for they know that the worthy from the Yard means business. Well conceived and chock-full of piquant situations and thrills, tities of both the murdered man and actual murderer, until the last possible minute, being exceptionally well planned. Quite the best yarn this gifted author has yet had published.
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