The Garden of Mystery. By Richard Marsh. (John Long. 6s.)
—Mr. Marsh is always best at unravelling a good melodramatic plot of murder and sudden death, and in The Garden of Mystery he depicts some very startling crimes. There are no subtle half-shades about the characters whom Mr. Marsh draws. The good people are superexcellently white, and the bad people of the most uncompromising sable. The story is ingeniously contrived, though it is difficult to believe that if so much success had attended the plots of Mrs. Thurston and her confederates, they would not ultimately have pulled off their coup altogether. Whether this determined lady would actually have steered a motor-car in which she was a passenger to certain destruction because she foresaw the failure of her stratagems is rather doubtful; but at any rate, the catastrophe disposes of her with satisfactory completeness. Readers who like melodrama pure and simple—melodrama which does not pretend to be any- thing else—will enjoy the book. It is frankly sensational in the superlative degree.
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