The Crime

It is a pleasure to notice with what diabolical perspicacity the writers of book blurbs select the author's most striking language for the public to sample. Here is the work of a critic who can select from the mass of sham which gluts the maw of the reading public the few tiny gems of true art. Listen!

"Whirling about with the fury of a tiger Drummond pounced on the murderous gang, his eyes darting this way and that seeking some way to escape.

"'Watch the woman, Drummond,' I shouted, for suddenly from the bed where the invalid had been lying sprang a gorgeously beautiful creature, a sinister something gleaming in her hand.

"Who was she this vision of loveliness. What was she doing here? Was she a part of the diabolical plot against Drummond or had she too been caught in this hideous trap? What was this mysterious engine of death? My heart stood still!" Next week, "East Lynn."