Bed - Headed Gill. By Rye Owen. (J. W. Arrowsmith, Bristol. 6s.)
—There is a good deal of promise in this book, though the author has not quite made up his (or perhaps her) mind as to the exact effect which he wishes to produce. On to a modern story, which contains many interesting elements, he grafts a half-hypnotic mystery, and even introduces that inevitable supple Hindoo who has prowled about English villages to recover the property of idols ever since the days of Mr. Wilkie Collins. The situation in the modern story is good, and the reader begins to take some interest in it till the period when by means of a piece of mysterious silk the modern heroine slowly merges her personality in that of a remote ancestress. With the destruction of the probability of the story coincides the destruction of the reader's interest in the dramatis personae.
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