6 NOVEMBER 1959, Page 29

Stop at Nothing. By John Welcome. (Faber, 15s.) Breakneck thriller

in which the best people chase each other in'Bentleys and Ferraris and the like from green days in County Kildare to blue nights on the Cote d'Azur, quoting Cory and Chesterton; eating—between pistollings—in the best places; and displaying a great deal of expert knowledge about horseflesh and racing gear- changes. Sorry to see that one of the best villains in the business didn't survive the last chapter—a handsome half-colonel of cavalry with a couple of DSOs won in the desert, keen on killing. He ought to have gone on and on, like Clubfoot or Dr. Fu Manchu.