PIRDALE ISLAND. By Captain A. C. Pollard. (Hutchin- son. 7s.
6d.)—Complicated though the plot is, there is a predominating simplicity about Captain Pollard's method of telling a story. " One can always," he says, " tell the truth to oneself about oneself even though' one attempts to deceive the world." As one may eicpect, after reading this statement, the world that Captain Pollard has 'invented for us is -inhabited by people who are definitely black or white. The beautiful villainess is obviously a crook. Cynthia is, of course, destined for the arms of Raymond Scofield, in whom we have the utmost faith even though he is drunk when we are first introduced to him, and even though the King has no further use for his services in the R.A.F. It would not be fair to the author to describe the plot of his exciting thriller which has for its motif the disappearance of the plans of a new aeroplane. There are, as is usual in a yarn of this sort, all the usual accompaniments of shots, mysterious motor cars, traps and captures. The prose is not of a high order, but the story is good enough.
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