Yes, it is the story made familiar to the American public on stage and screen, but not hitherto published in novel form, in which it first appeared in England. It is, you remembdr, the story of a vapid bank clerk who descended to murder for the sake of a bank roll and immediate security, and who spent the rest of his life guarding the secret burial spot in the dingy city backyard, while his family ran riot on the money he more or less accidentally made on a fluke. The interest lies more in the development of the relations of the man to his down-trodden wife, his son and daughter; in the aftermath of murder. When eventually he is arrested and convicted of a murder he did not commit, the title is explained. To many who are not already thoroughly familiar with the dramatic production which gave Charles Laughton his first sensational success, this will read as a new book -- in the Francis Iles tradition. Don't sell it, however, as a typical C. S. Forester -- or you'll have disappointed customers.